Little Things

Chapter 87

SO this is my second update today, because I won't be able to update for at least a little while. No later than next Tuesday, though. It's only because I have midterms starting Thursday and I haven't been studying so D: it's going to stuck. A lot. 

And I'm still dealing with this pain in the ass of a neck pain (I guess it's not really a pain in the ass- it's a pain in the NECK omg stop)

I hope you understand /:

Songs of Inspiration:

Afire Love - Ed Sheeran

The A Team - Ed Sheeran (LIVE)

Life Support - Sam Smith 

This Love - Taylor Swift

One Grain of Sand - Ron Pope (please listen to this because it really describes what is happening in the story right now, rather well)

Niall's POV

After making that video I went to bed to clear my mind.

I couldn't fall asleep until 5 in the morning, though. It's now 8:00am, and my eyes burn from my excessive crying the previous night. To be honest, the only reason I fell asleep was because I was so exhausted, and had no more water in me to cry out.

The entire three hours I slept weren't the most pleasant, either.

It started somewhat nice, in a weird way. 

I was just alone. Alone in an open room, glass windows with light pouring in through them.

It was silent, very silent. I was calm. Very calm.

But that's when I hear her call my name, and I couldn't tell where it was coming from. 

I ran around the room, trying to locate where it was coming from but there were no doors, just windows. And when I tried to look out the windows, there was only a blank white outside them.

The calls turned into shouts, which quickly changed to bloody, murderous shrieks. 

I pounded the walls, kicked at the ground, and scratched at the windows. 

I screamed at the top of my lungs for her to hear my respond, but I couldn't.

I eventually sat on the ground in a ball, my arms wrapped around my head and my hands covering my bleeding ears. I whispered to myself, and to Allyson, that everything was okay. 

But nothing was okay.

Nothing is ever okay.

Nothing will ever be okay with her not in my life like that way she should be.

It feels so right to be with her, so completely right. More right than any theory, it's like we are two souls lost in the universe that just happened to find each other; two souls that belong together more than anything.

But I just stayed in my spot in the middle of the room, rocking back and forth.

The dream; it felt so real, in such an abnormal way.

Which is why I have awoken with sweaty palms, and the same sweat trickling down my forehead from my hairline. My hands are clammy, and my heart is racing five hundred miles an hour. 

It takes me around ten minutes to clear my head and remind myself over and over again that it was just a nightmare. A silly little nightmare.

I have to stop myself from calling Allyson to make sure she's okay. I go as far as dialing all of her digits, but then hanging up immediately.