The Story of Us

All What a Girl Could Wish For

I woke up around dawn. Weak sunlight was coming out from the big, open french window opposite of the door. The smell of dew filled the room, and Harry was tightly holding me next to his bare chest. In that moment he started weaping:

-No! Please, don't leave me! Sara, I love you. Don't leave me alone. Please...- he hugged me even harder and a tear fell from his eye. I turned around so my face was completely close to his. I put my hands on his face, and started wiping away the tears.

Suddenly, he woke up and started shaking.

-What?! Wh-

-Harry, Harry! Harry, look at me!- I gently slapped his face. -It's okay, it's okay. I'm here.- I hugged him and put his head on my chest.

-Sara?-he said with a worried voice.

-I'm here.-

-I had a nightmare. I dreamt that...- he looked up to me. -I dreamt that you left me.-

-I know. I'm here, and I could never leave you.- I kissed him. -Never again.- We got up and went to the balcony. I sat between his legs and he started playing with my hair.

-Do you know how much I dreamt about this?- I said watching the sun rise up.

-Dreamt about what?-

-You. This is awkward, but I dreamt about kissing you, meeting you, going to your concert, getting an autograph from you, getting followed by you on Twitter... Call me crazy, but I can't imagine being happier than now.-

-Why would it be awkward?-

-Because. I dreamt about being with you, and you had no idea who I am.-

-First, not true. I knew who you are, a fan. And I, we know all of our fans.-

-Really? All 10 million of us.-

-Not really, but you know what I mean. Second, why would it matter to me if you are a fan? I love you for the person who you are, not for your taste in music.- he said and looked at my eyes.

-I'm sorry, just... This, it's all so surreal. Not just the fact my fiancee´ is world famous and has a smile to die for. Look around yourself. I've always wanted to have this life. I've always wanted to be independed, living my life for a change. When I was younger, everyone told me I should be a doctor, or a lawyer. But, I never wanted that. I just wanted to move into a big city, have my own place, fall in deep love... This is what I've been imagining for the past 10 years.-

-I'm proud of you for living your dream.- he said and kissed my forehead. I looked up in unbelief.

-You're proud of me? I didn't sell out a tour in less time than Justin Bieber, my album didn't go platinum, my band didn't go in the Guiness Book of Records, I'm not playing the Olympic Games closing ceremony and the MTV VMA's. It's you, Harry.-

-It doesn't matter how big the dream is. Just that you made it real.- he said and leaned in to kiss me. Our lips slowly met in the cold air. We put our arms over eachother and started making out. I started shivering so he went in the room to get me a blanket.

-Your dream... What was it about?- I asked as he was covering the both of us with the ''hers'' blanket Louis and him share a pair. 

-I dreamt we were on a boat in Sevid. Suddenly, the boat broke into 2 pieces, and you were on the other one. I was trying to get to you, but the more I tried, the faster you were drifting away... I woke up just as you dissapeared in the fog.-

-You said the more you tried to catch me, the faster I went away?- that reminded me of the dream I had. Running towards Harry, but if I'd take one step forward, he'd take two. I looked down. -I've had a simmilar one.-