Dreaming Of You // If I'm Still Dreaming

[WARNING: Adult content below. Read at your own discretion.]

Soon we arrived to the venue where the record company was throwing the party in our honour. It was a nice way to say goodbye to an amazing, yet exhausting leg of the tour. We had enjoyed ourselves so much; we’ve been in so many different places, but surely Machu Picchu and Brazil were the highlight.

The boys and I first went to the lounge area and had some Brazilian cachaça’s cocktail called Caipirinha with the crew before we headed the dance floor. I think Stan got drunk as soon as he smelled his drink, and I was a bit dizzy myself. A strong, fresh, and sweet cocktail indeed, I would say as Brazilians themselves but I’m sure it’d sound wrong or patronising to someone. The tour was such a success already we wanted to celebrate, so our attitude became quite reckless. Alcohol makes you pretty indiscreet even with people and cameras everywhere, and reckless seems to be the national sport around here lately…

As the night progressed, Liam was dancing with a girl he grabbed suggestively by the waist, while Louis did the same with two other girls, raising his glass towards me, visibly drunk. Stan and Zayn bounced and spun around the dance floor without doing anything too compromising, while Niall was chatting with a brunette a bit far away. I was holding my drink on my hand, shaking my head to the music and moving my body with the grace God provided me.

“You are losing your time, Harry–––Liam told me as he passed by my side to get another drink. You can have all the fun…” He finished, grinning. He patted my chest and walked away. Before I truly was considering knowing some girl. The tour was officially on a hiatus anyway. So I glanced around a bit. The lights didn’t help much though, but then I saw two girls pointing at me from some distance. I approached them and one stood right in front of me.

“Wanna dance?” She asked near my ear with a strange accent. I glanced around and nodded at her. Why not, after all? She was very pretty. I couldn’t ask for more.

She slowly began to move, lifting her arms. I placed my hands on her waist and let me sweep away by the rhythm of the music. She started to swing her hips near my pelvis, with her arms now resting on my shoulders. She rocked hers in a seductive way, glancing right into my eyes, subtly grazing my torso with her breasts. After a while on holding one another to the sound, she grabbed me by the hand and headed to some sort of reservoir. She pinned me against a wall and moved her mouth towards mine. She slightly stuck her tongue out to lap my lower lip. It surely felt good. She gradually slid it inside my mouth. A sudden chill surged through my body and I kissed her eagerly.

“I’m going to do something for you”, she mumbled on my ear, making me shiver.

She led me to a darker corner, and I stood there, grinning cheekily, knowing that what was about to happen was something almost excerpted from a Fan Fiction. Well, as they say, truth is stranger than fiction... I giggled to myself. I still could hear the music of the party in the distance. The girl kneeled down in front of me, between my legs, after splitting my knees open a bit. She unzipped my skinny jeans and slipped her hands inside. At her touch I tilted my head to the side, grabbing her by her crown and grazing her long blondish hair. After a moment she released my imminent erection from my boxers and bent her head down towards me.

She brought her tongue close to me and lapped my glans with small movements, her hand slowly caressing me. I felt her mouth even closer, moist and warm, as she started to slide it along my shaft. I moaned and heavily threw my head back, shutting my eyes.

Harry trembled completely. I glanced up at him. His eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure and his lips were slightly parted. He seemed so fragile. I closed my eyes one more time as my mind went blank. It was the most amazing sensation, to have him like that. I slid one hand on his length and with my other I grabbed him by the waist. He bent down a bit, gasping. I began to softly move my hand while I kissed and lapped him with my lips and my tongue.

As DreamingOfYou’s words flashed onto my mind I groaned. The girl’s movements became eager. I instinctively bucked my hips towards her, arching my back against the wall, not thinking about the possibility to get caught. She dug her fingernails on my waist, letting a soft sound escape her mouth every time she breathed in.

I felt Harry’s breathing became erratic and his penis pulsed beneath my touch. He started to shake and leant down a bit more, and I knew I had taken him to the edge and he was about to come. And then I felt it, his grip, a suffocated groan, his warmth in my tongue and a burning sensation flooding all around my centre.

My head was spinning around. I needed that for a while. I knew it for sure when my orgasm abruptly shook me all the way up to the shoulders. I helped her stand up as I fixed my clothes. She glanced at me tenderly.

“You know…” I mumbled, trying to find the words to prevent troubles with the media. Management would kill me if they knew I got this carried away, but I just couldn’t help it.

“I know–––she interrupted me with a broad smile on her face. I won’t tell anyone. No one would ever believe me anyway…” She laughed.

“Why not? You are very beautiful,” I stated, cupping her jaw and cheekily grinning at her. She batted her long eyelashes.

“That sounds good coming from you,” she said, grabbing my neck while kissing my chin.

“I’m no big deal…” I simply said to her eyes.

“Maybe not, but half of the world is convinced otherwise…” she giggled. I liked her. She was quite fun. We shared a drink together afterwards and chatted for a while until she left with her friend. She was some executive’s daughter. I followed her on Twitter. I was glad when media didn’t relate me to her as they mistakenly did with other girls we met that night. They know I’m a naughty boy but they always pick the wrong girl.

But the real girl did not take DreamingOfYou away from my mind. As soon as I arrived to my room I finished to pack my handbag and then rested in bed feeling a little bit tipsy still, trying to figure out what to answer her. Did I have to insist on the matter or dropping the subject was a better idea? Perhaps it could sound strange if I pushed too far. Finally, I couldn’t decide what to do, and the tiredness overtook me, so I fell deeply asleep.

Next morning we woke up early to catch our flight home. Because of the press conference and the party we didn’t have our last projected meeting before London, so we tried to sneak around to speak about our research. We took advantage of Liam playing some game with Josh to go all five of us to the tail of the plane, where the bedroom area was located. Stan discreetly taped the paper sheet on a window and stood right in front of it, along with Louis, to avoid other people to see it too easily, and the meeting began.

“Well, mates–––Stan said, rubbing his palms, we have reached the most important stage of our research. Beside other minors activities–––he coughed, smirking, these last three days we’ve been analysing DreamingOfYou’s writing, searching for facts that could enlighten us about who she might be. We focused particularly on two subjects: English’s level and imaginary.” Louis nodded without even looking at him. For sure they seemed Abbot and Costello. “We had three pieces to work with: ‘Bookstore Girl/Gotta Be You,’ ‘I wish,’ and ‘A Season In Paris,’ in chronological order. But this early morning I noticed she has started a new one. Anyone had checked it up yet? It’s called ‘Bizarre Love Triangle’…”

“A new Fan Fiction?–––I jumped. Let me see…” I said, grabbing my laptop.

“That’s a song from New Order,” Louis remarked as I was accessing the site, anxious.

“Yeah, just two chapters; an alternate universe story–––Stan spoke to me while Zayn and Louis began to hum the song and dance around. Very different plot…” That made me even more intrigued than before. “Well, if I’m the only one who has been reading it perhaps we better keep it away from today’s analysis,” he said resting his hand on my shoulder. I glanced at him feeling impotent and closed my MacBook over my lap, nodding.

“I think Harry has to start because he’s the one who has been reading her Fan Fictions all this time.” Zayn said.

“That’s sounds fair–––Stan smiled. So, it’s your turn to start, Harry, mate. What do you think about her level of English? Do you think it’s her mother tongue?”

“Her English is definitely very good, but I won’t dare to say it’s her native language beyond argument–––I explained. Nonetheless, one of the first things to catch my attention was that she writes very ‘literarily;’ I don’t know. Sometimes she sounds just like Jane Austen…”

“But you haven’t read Jane Austen,” Louis retorted, chuckling, and the other followed him. I glared at them. It was becoming a ritual.

“Well, no–––I mumbled in sarcasm, but I’ve seen the movies.”

“Harry has just confessed he’s an Austen’s lover!–––Niall snapped. This is so worthy!” He cackled.

“Thank you, mate…” I muttered towards him, annoyed.

“Oh, come on, Niall, leave him alone–––Louis blurted. We already knew about his infamous inclination to chick flicks…” He joked, blowing me a kiss.

“Don’t be so helpful, mate,” I said to him.

“Hey, guys, we are on a mission here; so, please, focus–––Stan finally mediated. What is clear is that she uses British English, for sure,” he stated, getting back to the matter and regaining everyone’s attention.

“Yeah, but that’s not teen vocabulary, I’m sorry–––Louis asserted. She is older.”

“You are so stuck into that idea…” I said tapping my temple, a bit frustrated with his attitude. He raised his eyebrows to me, a bit puzzled by my remark.

“I think we all agree that she uses cultured British English and, at least, has notions of French and German–––Zayn intervened. Sorry, Harry; maybe we are fixated, but I’m with Louis on this. She’s in college, in her twenties. If she is American she camouflages it very well.”

“Maybe she is Australian,” Niall stated.

“It’s a chance too–––Stan carefully meditated, although I remember the message where she said she would probably see you on tour, but it’s not official yet you’ll be touring Australia next year...”

“So true–––Louis snapped. You are a genius, Stan Lucas,” he said and they high fived.

“And what about her imaginary? There’s so much to work with,” Zayn observed.

“We should start with impressions from ‘Bookstore Girl/Gotta Be You’ and we brainstorm from there,” Stan pointed out.

“The title includes one of our songs, as in ‘I Wish’–––Niall said. Both from our first record, even though the stories are from last year.”

“Good point, Niall. It’s a beginning–––Stan remarked. That’s a more ‘average Directioner’ sign,” he sighed, sounding a bit disappointed. Sure, he was on team Louis: French and older.

“Both are located in London too…” Niall carried on.

“Literature has a very relevant place in ‘Bookstore Girl/Gotta Be You’–––Zayn said. The main character works in a bookstore and there she meets One Direction’s Harry.”

“I should let you know ‘Bizarre Love Triangle’ is about Literature students,” Stan explained looking towards me.

“I have to read it right now,” I mumbled quickly grabbing my laptop back.

“Wait until we finish this meeting, Harry–––Zayn said tapping my back. Anxiety control, my friend,” he joked.

“Books appear constantly on her stories–––Louis finally claimed. That’s definitely a fact to write down.” Stan turned discreetly towards the paper.

“There’s plenty of music, too–––Niall said. In ‘I wish,’ Harry is a synaesthesic genius with an absolute pitch and a complete sense of music. I love it. Oh, how I wish you could be more like him–––he laughed. It’s a neurological condition, isn’t it? She had to research a lot in order to write it. Maybe she’s a Medical or a Psychology student.” Stan continued to write down.

“Girls are Psychology students in ‘A Season In Paris’, as the sister in ‘Bizarre Love Triangle’–––Stan stated. Things seems to connect…”

“She frequently mentions a French poet called Rimbaud on ‘I wish’–––Zayn pointed out and everyone looked towards him with curiosity. I think he was a synaesthesic person too.”

“Aha, French!” Louis snapped, jumping dramatically.

“Well, he lived in England for quite some time… A magnificent poet,” Zayn carried on tilting his head to the side. Louis gesticulated, annoyed. “‘A Season In Paris’ isn’t properly about books, but there’s plenty of literature and music there. And if I recall correctly, Rimbaud has a poetry book called “A Season In Hell’–––he explained after a brief pause. It can’t be a coincidence.” Niall hurried to check it on his iPhone and nodded affirmatively.

“Well, she said it herself: She’s a lot into reading–––Stan asserted. Apparently, not only Fan Fiction. And that leads us to the next topic: Locations.”

“London and Paris, basically…–––Niall said. Not a single mention to the USA,” he claimed.

“That’s an important point…–––Louis meditated. Write it down, mate,” he said to Stan.

“What do you think about her London?” Niall asked.

“We know London pretty well. And this is so London,” Louis asserted, almost quoting our own lyrics. He’s so snotty. “She definitely must know the city.”

“And her Paris?” Stan asked, quickly writing down on the paper ‘definitely knows London.’

“I think it’s even better–––I spoke. I don’t know the city that well, but her descriptions are full of vivid details; the neighbourhoods, the shops, the everyday buildings, her complains about tourists ruining ‘Pont des Arts’ with their padlocks,” I giggled. I found cute she despised an international trend. She could be a bit grumpy. And of course it had crossed my mind she could be French. “It’s not touristic Paris, for sure.” Stan nodded at me and wrote ‘definitely knows Paris.’

“French, French, French,” Louis was quietly shouting out.

“It’s quite interesting her fantasy involves Harry falling for artsy, cultivated girls…–––Niall began to speak dreamily. Not easy for the readers to see themselves on these girls…”

“I don’t know why you say that though–––I reacted firmly. I could perfectly fall for a girl like that…”

“Only if she’s beautiful at the same time and doesn’t speak too much,” Louis mocked me.

“Harry prefers quiet girls,” Zayn chanted.

“That is so untrue!” I blurted, exhausted. I questioned what I was doing there, providing an excuse for them to patronise me as they love to do because I’m the youngest and the single one.

“Come on, Harry–––Louis carried on, grinning mischievously. You could not manage girls like her characters. Perhaps that’s why you are so drawn by her writing. She’s challenging you without even knowing it,” he said and I just threw my biro to him. It hit his chest and he complained acting hurt.

“Her Harries are complex and artsy too. It’s almost as she believes you have some sort of potential–––Zayn said and immediately seemed to regret it. Sorry, mate, that sounded all wrong. I’m not implying you are not complex, because you are… She doesn’t seem to buy your stereotype on the mass media.”

“Maybe that’s why I like her…” I muttered. Everyone glanced at me with pitiful expressions. I know plenty of people think I’m a joke. The silence became a bit too dramatic, so Stan cleared his throat and carried on with the meeting.

“I’ve noticed that, contrary to many other Fan Fictions, her characters never get pregnant or married,” he said casually. I smiled at him. He was being so supportive with me.

“She does not do sequels either–––Niall claimed. I’d love to read a sequel to ‘I Wish.’ I honestly enjoyed it.” It surprised me he could be so engrossed in.

“We are missing something important, mates–––Louis observed. Her characters are a bit older than average, around twenty-two years old, instead of high school girls or eighteen years olds as in most Fan Fictions. I’m sure her real self is even older than that.”

“And attend college in two of them, and are graduated on the other two,” Stan pointed out. Louis raised his eyebrows playfully. “Main characters go to La Sorbonne in ‘A Season In Paris,’ and in the new one to an unnamed university in London.”

“Hmm, that’s surely something to pay attention to, the fact that she gives a name in one case and not in the other…” Louis pondered.

“Maybe, but I’m sure she’ll later say it’s King’s College of London. She describes Strand, obviously–––Stan commented towards him. So London,” he mocked him and everybody laughed.

“I have to read it right now!–––I complained. So, let’s make this quick, mates.”

“OK, gentlemen; let’s cut to the chase so we can dismiss Hurried Harry–––Stan spoke in an affected tone. Now comes our favourite topic: Smut...”

We all knowingly glanced at each other, slightly containing a smirk. I knew there was no possible way not to expand on that particular matter. I sighed, pushing my laptop away.

–.–.–

Notes

Next chapter: Big revelations! Be curious. Curious is good!