Cecelia:

I paced the room with tears running down my cheeks freely. The room was completely dark and I kept bumping into something everytime I moved. Something was always in my way. Whether it felt like a person or just some random stand, sometimes even some red would make me fall, slip, and bang my head causing me to go unconciuos. But each time I'd wake up and be in the same position I was before I started pacing and blacked out.

Waving my arms around in front of me I tried to find a lightswitch. I could barely see in this lighting. So far was I was finding was just a bunch of gunk, and spider webs. Then something wooden touched my hand. I backed up and felt around again. I grabbed something metallic. It felt like a.. a doorknob! I twisted it, well tried, it wouldn't budge.

That's when I heard it.

A sickening scream pierced my ears and I fell backwards onto the floor as the door came crumbling open with a loud creeking noise. "Cecelia!" The voice exclaimed. My vision began to get blurry as the figure started its way over to me. Big black doys formed in my eyes. The last thing I remembered was seeing two guys, one with bright blue eyes and another with dimples in his smile.

I jotted up in my bed and turned my head around. Nothing, not a single thing, just a bunch of my normal bedroom stuff. And the painting I'd been working on. This nightmare, or dream, or whatever it was kept coming into my mind the past few weeks. That's right, weeks.

Everything seem to be back to normal. Everyone would talk to me, boys would flirt with me, but Lindley, Tommy, and Jamie all ignored me. I hadn't seen Alexus since a week after she told me she was pregnant. She hadn't been coming to school and I had a feeling it was because of her pregnancy. And Conner is fine, he has a broken nose, but he's fine. Louis.. well, Louis, he just kind of disappeared. He's been gone since I left with Tommy and Conner that day. Not at school, no where basically. All I have of him is the painting of his tattoo that I've been working on and the picture of the tattoo.

I brushed off the dream again and scurried around my room picking out my school outfit and grabbing my phone and bag. Oh and about that picture of Louis and that Harry boy, I kept it, it's folded up in the necklace that I wear all the time. I was really surprised that Louis never knew I took it. But he was so emotional about it, why would he even care?

I didn't know why I even kept the photo. I guess it just felt like it made me closer to him, to Louis. And no don't ask why I even want to be close to Louis, honestly, I don't know either. Weird, huh? I know, I know. Shut up. Okay, back to the present.

My feet carried me out of my room, down the steps and into the small kitchen. Conner was inside making pancakes as I approached him. He smiled over his shoulder at me. "Morning Conner." I said and smiled back slightly.

Conner nodded his head and turned completely around to me. "Morning sis." He had his morning voice and I swear if he wasn't my brother I'd say it was hot, but ewww, I'm not insest! YUCK! I made a face just thinking about insest. Which made Conner tilt his head to the side in confusion.

I shook my head and pointed behind him where a little black wave of smoke was rising. "Conner, the pancakes." He quickly turned around and flipped the pancake onto its other side with a small sigh of releif. I chuckled. He glared at me over his shoulder. "I'm going to go to Starbucks before school. BYE!" I ran out the house door while slipping on my black flats before he could protest.

The sight I saw shocked me.

Someones back was to me, and he had curls, big loopey curls actually. Another guy, about the same height as the one with curls was yelling something in his face and raised his fist. He plunged his fist at curls but curls caught it and twisted it back. The guy let out a holler of pain and stumbled back a few steps once his hand got let go of. I saw curls' back rising and falling, it seemed like he was laughing at the other man. I rushed over.

"Stop it!" I screamed and stood in between curls and the other dude. That's when it hit me. This was.. he.. I.. the guy with curls.. he looked the exact guy from the picture. I KNEW I'D SEEN THAT GUY BEFORE! My mouth dropped and curls raised an eyebrow at me before a look of relisation crossed his features.

"Oh, it's you." He mumbled and turned to walk away.

I didn't care about the other guy anymore. I needed to know for sure. I jogged up to his side and looked up at him. "Hey, you don't just ditch a girl." I stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

He shook his head and gave me a sideway glance before looking forward again. "I wasn't ditching you, I barely know you." His tone was think and husky. I liked it,

My eyes rolled without my power and I glared up at him. "Well, my name is Cecelia Blake. And you are?"

"Harry, Harry Styles." His voice got thicker when he said his name and I extended my hand out to him. He gladly took it and shook it gently before dropping his hand back by his side. I knew it, it was him, it was the guy, the one from the picture!

"Nice to meet you." Harry smiled down at me slightly. "Might I ask where you are going?" He shrugged his shoulder and let out a gruff sigh. "Well.. I'm going to Starbucks, and you, Harry, are going with me." Before Harry had a chance to tell me 'no' or ubject I grabbed his hand, which was extremely big and laced my fingers with his tightly so he couldn't just walk away from me without hurting me and I had a small feeling he wouldn't do that.

For a second he tensed up after I grabbed his hand, but he went back to normal a few seconds later. "Okay, I guess." He mumbled and I smiled up at hm while slightly picking up my pace.

We walked in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, but a nice silence. I enjoyed the silence a bit. I knew Harry did too because he began lightly singing a song I recognized as 'Give Me Love' by Ed Sheeran. I leaned on him but he didn't mind and we continued walking. Once in Starbucks I dashed to the counter, Harry chuckled behind me and began to spring to keep up with me. "What would you like Styles?" I asked and turned to him still clutching his hand in mine.

Well, mine was technically in his because his was bigger. Oh well, shut up.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "A mocha frappe." Was his simple answer.

I turned around to the girl was who standing behind the cashregister. "One mocha frappe, a decafe light coffee and one powder donut bag please." The lady smiled at me and nodded her head.

"That will be €5.23, please." The women looked up from her screen and I went to dig through my pockets for money when Harry put down a ten in front of us both.

"Harry I - "

He shook his head. "The gentlemen always pays for the lady." He stated simply and smiled at me. I saw the same dimples I saw in the dream and tried to hide the goosebumps that were forming on my arms. Harry frowns and wrapped his arms around me, he must've thought I was cold. "Go get a table, I'll get out stuff." He whispered to me and I nodded slightly before walking away and over to a table.

I sat down and played with fingers while staring at the ground. Until I saw two TOMS step in front of me. My head shot up and I gasped. "Louis!" I exclaimed and looked around his body. Harry was still standing at the register. I turned back to Louis. He had a blank expression on his face.

"What are you doing here?" He asked and slid into the booth beside me.

I thought of slapping him, but held the urge in. "Getting some stuff with.. a friend." My voice cracked under pressure and Louis leaned back nonchanlantly and just gazed at me. I suddenly felt insecure. "Where have you been?" I finally had the courage to ask what I've been wondering for a while.

But Louis fired back another question as an answer. "Where's the photo of Harry and I?" I gulped and looked back at Harry he was just now grabbing the stuff from the lady. She must've asked his something because he shook his head 'no' and slowly turned around. He looked around the place until his eyes landed on me, or Louis. His mouth fell open.

My head shot back to Louis. "Where is this Harry guy?"

Louis cleared his throat. "Dead.." He mumbled and began to play with his fingers.

My ears picked up heavy footsteps coming and I looked up. It was Harry, he was walking really slowly and nibbling his bottom lip as he walked over. I gave him a reassuring smile but he didn't return it as he stopped in front of the table. "Hey Louis." He stated. Louis looked up and his eyes grew wide, his mouth dropped, and he gulped. "Long time no see."

Louis:

I couldn't believe this. I was looking at him. Looking at my best mate. I was looking at Harry. He was alive, he was here. But.. but I remember everything. It was so clear. Harry was gone, he was dead. I shook my head furiously as it started to replay in my head.

FLASHBACK:

A knock at the door made me jump up from my slumber. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room at my four still sleeping mates. Zayn was laying across Liam and Harry was cuddled into my side. Niall was laying on the floor with chicken on his plate in front of him. I chuckled and got up careful not to wake Harry and made my way to the door.

Once opened a loud shot was fired. Then an extreme pain shot through my chest as I stumbled back. I looked down not caring who the people were. My chest had a small hole in it but it was bleeding fast. I fell back into the wall and clutched the hole trying to stop the bleeding. Liam ran into the room.

Another shot fired and my blurry vision brought my eyes up. Liam was laying on the ground staring at me with lifeless eyes. His head was bleeding out. I gulped back tears as I heard four more shorts fired. A hit Niall and Harry stumbled over to my side. Niall was the next one to go, he was shot twice, once in the chest, another in the leg.

My vision started to become a light black as I heard loud sirens coming. I looked over at Harry, his eyes were shut in pain and he was clutching his stomach same as I was. When my vision finally started to become completely black another loud shot was heard. I didn't feel anymore pain, so I knew, it was Harry.

~.~.~.~

I woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by doctors. "Louis.." One of the tallest doctors stated. It sounded more of a question. "Do you remember anything?" I thought hard for a few moments.

"I.. I remember.. I was sleeping.. then there was a knock.. I.. I went to get it when someone hit me.. then there was more.. Liam fell and he stared at me.. soon enough Niall and Harry.." My heard sank. "WHERE'S HARRY?!" I yelled worry lacing my voice. "WHERE IS HE?!" A few doctors grabbed my arms.

"Louis.. Harry.. he's.. dead. Just like the others." One said and I felt tears streaming down my face. No, no, no, he couldn't be.. he had to be alive..

END OF FLASHBACK:

"But.. the doctors.. they said you were.. you were dead." My voice was almost silent as I spoke. I wasn't able to make eye contact with him. I was really confused about this whole thing. "How..?" I asked and glared at him, my voice starting to fill with anger.

"Welcome to reality Louis."