Pixie Dust To Help Me Fly (One Direction Fan Fic)

Olivianne Seasame has a fairly normal life.

She goes to school, she studies for test, she meets rude teachers. She has the same annoying high school like every normal person.

Like any teenage girl, she has crushes and get celebrity crushes.

She is immature, stubborn and of course, she is very very childish.

She still loves Disney like a 3 year old. She still watches Disney movies and cries and laughs and freaks out over Disney things.

But after her 8th grade graduation, she starts having breathing problems. she gets moments where she can't breath.

Finally, in 10th grade, her mom decides to get her an X-Ray to she what she has.

The Doctor gives the family news that no one should hear.

Olivianne has Lung Cancer and she is Terminal.

She now is convinced that she is going to die in about 5 years.

She is given 10 wishes, 10 last things she can do before she dies.

One of those wishes changed her life, forever.

That one wish get her to meet the perfect love story everyone woul

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7. Chapter 7: Once Upon A Dream.

Chapter 7: Once Upon A Dream

A/N: important and long, like always!

Hola my lovely Readers! 

Ok so first thing is first!

Omgigoshomgomgomgomgomgomgomg! Finally I have gotten to this glorious chapter! 

This chapter is the one I have been waiting for so long! This one is well the most exiting and most yay-ing. 

Anyways, school officially started so sorry if the updates are messed up. 

Long chapter;)

By the way I was biking and I ran in to a bush because I am really clumsy. 

So so so sorry that the other chapter was short and boring! But this one is one that... Omg so excited to write this. 

If you comment, you make my day, ok?:)

PS: Yes it was Harry Styles' Pov on the last chapter!!

Waisting your reading time so bye!


:) 


Enjoy!

Juli Marshmallow

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Chapter 7:



Once Upon A Dream.

There is a theory that everything happens for a reason. Each on of us Have a different theory, well mine is that there are some moments, that change your life, that change your fate. Those moments decide your future and decide what will happen next. 

Those moments are the one that count. 

That choose your life or death, your future. 

*Harry's Pov*

Yesterday we arrived in Paris for a vacation from our tour this year. 

In two day, we were gonna go meet a terminal wish kid. I love doing that to see the kid's face light up and make there life better.

Niall liked being his marshmallow like self. Liam liked to give good device and he could compare with the kid since he was almost a terminal kid, but thank god he isn't. Zayn didn't mind, he simply enjoyed how they always complement him, he sometimes is so full of him self, but in a nice way. 

Then there is Louis. Ever since society thought we were actually dating and not jut really close best friends, management told us to be less together and less close. 

That night Louis said that he needed space. 

It broke my heart that he wasn't as close to me as before. I cried all day after that, because obviously he is my best friend. 

He got annoyed by these terminal sick kids since they always had a son story and he didn't like the fact that they were sad and ill and dying. he hated how most of them are either serious or they fake smile and fake laugh. 

The boys were out on dates and Niall was going to restaurants so I had decided to go and walk around the streets hoping no fans would see me. 

We had a concert in a week here. 

But all these years what has been on my mind was Wendy Fairy. 

I told the boys an year ago about her and they simply laughed but Louis looked at me serious and nodded. They always asked me when we saw a girl if that her, but it has never been. 

I put my black beanie on and some normal clothes to not draw any attention and walked towards the Eiffel Tower to sit on a bench and patiently wait till the day passes by. 

Last year Wendy Fairy had hugged me and I felt the emotions feeling but not physical. 

Then in November, it was when she became a nightmare. 

I found my self in a white room. The room had that icky hospital smell that you hate. I was standing beside a hospital bed. 

Wendy Fairy was sitting beside me. She had her blue dress but her mood seemed sad, depressed. Her mood affected the mood of the room. 

It made me sad inside to see her sad, I don't understand why. Her moods became or affected mine. She had her medium-long hair pulled up in a high messy bun that was loose. She had bits of her hair sticking out from behind her ears, the side of her head, behind her hear and from the main bun it's self. 

He face was pale white, which was rare and horrifying because she didn't have her natural glow and natural tan. Her cheeks were not as pink as usual and her lips were almost cherry red. Maybe she was hitting her lips to much. 

Her eyes were worst. They were red and puffy. They were blood shot from tears and her eyes looked glassy. She was staring at her lap until she looked up. Then tears streamed down her pretty face. She was crying. She had been crying for a long time. 

It scared me to not see her in her usual netural mood and smile. 

She was Crying hard and sobbing. Her small body shook from the cries. 

She looked at me strait int the eye and we made eye contact. 

She bit her trembeling lip. She slowly tried to stop crying. But she had hiccups from the tears.

I touched her cheek making her look at me surprised. I never changed the same exact movements. But this dream was different. 

She smiled a teary smile. 

"What happened?" I asked wondering what had actually happened, a break up? A death in her family. She looked at me, confusesed and like a lost puppy, possibly not trusting her own voice. 

"I'm sick. Bad sick." She said as her voice trembled and sounded weird from crying. 

When she said that, my life chattered. I could feel m life come crashing down. My heart fall on the ground and my face pale. Why?

I shook my head not trusting my voice until a few seconds later. 

"Are you real?" I asked. She nodded. "Will I ever meet you?"

"Yeah." her voice trembled as if it hurt her that we would meet. "In Europe. On a random day, when you least expect it. Don't worry. It will happen. "

"Will you get well soon?" I asked and she ignored my question. 

"When we meet. Remember that I love you." she smiled and tears streamed down her face and she disappeared. 


The reason this dream is a nightmare is because she is sad and her mood hurts me. 

I kept dreaming that dream until Christmas. 

This Christmas had been the best since she finally kissed me.


I found myself in a light pink room. 

Wendy Fairy was in front of my standing about 5 inches shorter. She had gotten thinner since November. I guess from the sickness she had gotten. 

She wore a white dress with a Christmas hat. She looked beautiful again.

Her face seemed like there were no tears. As if nothing had happened. 

She smiled a genuine smile. She seemed happy. 

She held out a white box with silver sparkles and handed me it. I opened it saying: ask me something.

I could ask so many things... Who she is, her name, age, favorite color.

Then I knew. 

"Do you dream about me?" I asked. 

She looked at me and smiled, "Always. " she said wish and American accent. 

She leaned forward and kissed me. 

I didn't feel it physically but I felt it emotionally. 

I felt true love. Happiness. Rainbows and pixie dust. 

"I love you," she said smiling pulling back. 

"And I love you." I smiled and giggled. 

Then she disappeared and I woke up. 

Since then I usually dream bout her, but I only tell her how my day went. She smiled and nods. She listens to me. She makes me happy for no reason.

She has never mentioned her sickness, so I wonder if she is healed or not. 

She always called me Peter Pan and said that she was Wendy Fairy. 

Last night I had a weird dream where she was strolling threw a park and then she started to cough so hard that she died.

It scared me. 

I walk towards a bench close to the Eiffel Tower and watched the beautiful sunny day until some fans recognized me and chased until I bumped in to some one. 

That was when I meet Wendy Fairy. 

*Olivianne's Pov*  

This morning a woke up around 10 am and got ready for the day. 

Tomorrow is my birthday and then after that I will be meeting One Direction. Excitement couldn't contain it's self in my small body is I scream of excitement waking up Didi Boo she got mad at me. 

My parents were going shopping with my little brother. I couldn't help but feel bad since when my mom shops, she shop till she literally drops, which meant in a hour. But Dave had is iPod with him so he will survive this, by still I had my doubts. 

Didi was going shopping also and I was gonna go to the Eiffel tower alone. 

It was a miracle that I was able to go alone. But I had my phone with me. They said to not talk to strangers, so I said yes ma'am and yes sir and got a taxi and let him drop my off near the the tower. 

I texted my parents: Just got here and they texted that how I was and I said ok. 

I walked toward the Eiffel tower and stared at it for a while and admired its beauty. 

It took my iPod out and took a few pictures then took my phone out and took a lot of pictures. 

I wore some legging and my leather cow boy boots. I had a floral red shirt that was loose and slipped of my shoulders. I hat a leather jacket on to since it was breezy outside. 

I had my hair down all natural letting it wave and curl naturally. The I had some red rose eating and my red rose necklace. I think I looked pretty decent. 

Then when I was about to take that last picture, someone bumped in to me. 

That was the moment, that change everything. 

We rolled on the grass and I found myself laying on top of a boy. 

"Sorry," he mumbled with a deep british accent. 

"Its ok. Well no I'm sorry for laying on top of you..." I said nervously, why am I nervous? And I laugh nervously to try to clear the air. 

I got up from him and he got up and I sat on the ground watching him. 

He was very fit, built. He had navy blue jeans and a black hoodie and a black beanie. He had his hood half fallen of, as of he had it on and it slipped slowly off because of running. He was breathing hard as he was running, why was her running?

He had chocolate brown curly hair that was sticking out of his beanie. He wore big brown glasses so I couldn't really shape omit his face, or really see it. 

I watched him brush dust off of him. 

I recognized him. I new is voice. But I couldn't put my tongue on it. 

He then held his hand out to me to help me up. I took his help and when I touched his hand, fireworks and sparks flicked around and inside me. I got up and brush off the dust from me and my butt. 

He watched me in awe and cleared is throat. 

"Do I know you?" he asked.

"Erm, I don't think so." I said but I knew him from somewhere. 

"Wait..." he said figuring something out, did I know him?

"Please remove you glasses so I know who you are." I said, I wanted to make sure I didn't know him. 

"Not here, not in public." he said with a hint of worry in his voice. "I'll take you to a coffee shop, down this street, plus I owe you it, since I bumped it to you. " I nodded. 

"Ok. Is this a date though?" I asked wondering out loud, noticing I embarrassed my self I blushed and turned my face away staring at the ground. 

He laughed, "Maybe, unless you don't want it to be. " said said a bit nervous himself. 

"I don't mind." I said smiling. I didn't understand why but I wanted to know him. Why did I have this attraction to him?

"Ok." he said leading me to a small coffee shop. The coffee shop was called Café National De La France Paris. I knew this coffee shop. 

We sat on the far corner of the room and as we read we menus, he took of his beanie, showing his beautiful curls. I know him. 

I ordered a Ice Capp and he ordered a Cappuccino. 

He smiled and looked at me and realized I knew him and hat he knew me. 

He, out of all the people around the world brought me here, he and I meet in Paris. He... Is...

I finally met...

Peter Pan.

The one I dreamed about. The one I loved and had a crush on for a while. 

Our eyes widened at the same time. 

"You are Peter Pan!" I whispered in a hushing almost screaming way. He looked at me confused than understood. 

"And you, you are Wendy Fairy!" he said excitedly, did Peter Pan ever dream about me? Was that his dream name for me?

"I...Omg... Do you know me?" I said as so many questions and thoughts rushed three my mind. My heart was beating fast. 

The waiter came and gave us our drinks as he opened his mouth, then he payed and the waiter leaving me with my question to be answered. 

"Well..." he stated to say scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I... erm, I know you... I well... Basically dream about you..." he said nervously. I stared at him in awe, Peter Pan dreamed of me?!

"Your Peter Pan..." I said. "I dream about you to. I have know you since I was in 8th grade! Well, this might sound awkward but... I dream about you to. I feel like we know each other..." I said as he nodded in agreement. 

"I known you as Wendy Fairy." he said. Wendy Fairy? "I have know you from before I decided to go to the X Factor, actually you helped me decided that I wanted to go..." the cover his mouth and ironically like if it was supposed to happen his glasses slipped off of his face falling on the table. 

X Factor? Wait...

His face. He nose. He perfect lips. He deep voice. His curls. His emerald green eyes. His height. He is...

"Who are you, actually, the truth." I said wanting to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. 

I sipped my ice Capp as waiting for my answer patiently. 

"Promise you won't scream?" he said. I nodded. "Pinky swear?" he brought out his pinky and we pinky swore. 
"Swear on the cookie monster, ok?" I said looking at him dead serious. 

"What? Of whatever." he said shaking his head, confused. "I'm the one and only, Harry Styles. " he said. 

I chocked on my cold drink, coughing badly. 

"Are you ok?" he asked nervously, getting up to pat my back to help me. I nodded. But obviously i wasn't ok.

I looked at him as I stopped coughing wondering if was had stopped. 

But then I felt an itch and a burn up my throat and it started to burn my eyes and make my body sting so I looked away and coughed in my elbow and covered my self. 

Then the weirdest thing happened, I felt a moist thing go on my arm, a red liquid, blood.

He saw and gasped and passed me a bunch of napkins, his face full of worry. He called the ambulance and the whole restaurant looked at us worried. The manager brought us to his office and passed me a bucket to cough in. 

I was coughing loudly. He stood up and held my hair out of my face and said nice things to try to calm me down. He Kept saying that he was so sorry and so on forth. 

The manager from the building, Sara left the room, then came back in and came out for 15 minutest when, after clearing the small coffee shop, she decided to ask in English but with and accent: "What happened, why are you coughing up blood? Not from my coffee right?" I shook my head and coughed up more disgusting blood. 

I opened my mouth to say why, when a waiter came in saying that the ambulance was here. 

I passed Harry a pony tail, and I held the bucket, that was now about a cup full of snot, tears and blood mixed together since I have been crying and when I cry snot comes out of my nose. 

Harry did a messy bun on the top of my head, that wasn't that bad and put his hand on my back and led me towards the ambulance out side. 

I gave a nurse my health card and she wrote down information and took out a computer and did some work. I enter the back of the ambulance and Harry followed me.

They asked who he was, he said my boyfriend. I didn't say anything since I was coughing up blood and crying.

But Harry Styles just said he was my boyfriend. Weird bitter sweet day. The nodded letting him come with me on the ambulance and drove to a hospital. 

They started asking how I felt, how it happened, if it usually happened. Stuff like that. 

They didn't ask me what I have or why I I was coughing up blood, I guess it said on my health card. 

Then slowly I stopped coughing, but the nurses told me that they would do a check up at the hospital to make sure I'm fine. 

The nurses became silent and I guess Harry finally built up the courage to ask, after being quiet and rubbing my back; "What do you have?"

"Erm...." I didn't know what to say. "If I tell you, promise me you won't have pity for me and feel bad and be all like 'oh, she has that let's make it easier for her, blah blah blah'ok?"

"yeah. "

"Pinky swear?" 

"pinky swear" and we took out out pinkies and swore. 

"swear to the cookie monster?" I said. 

"Erm.. I guess.. Ya sure. "

"Ok, so..." I started as my heart neat faster. "you know how you will be meeting a terminal wish kid in two days?" he nodded confused," Well that kid is me. Last November, I found out I have cancer,lung cancer, to be exact. And that I am terminal. I have 5 years to live." i said sadly playing with the sleeve of my leather jacket. 

I looked at him, watching his emotion and facial expressions as if I was all that mattered to me right now. 

His face fell, it paled, it saddened with a hint of pity, typical. His eye saddened and he ruffled his curls twisting them around, obviously stress about all this information. 

"I... I don't know what to say.." he said thinking hard. "Wendy Fair..." oh right I haven't told him my name. But I like when he calls me Wendy Fairy, makes my life feel like a dream. " you told me you were sick, but never like, like this." his voice cracked at then end and he was now crying. 

Harry Styles crying is the worst thing to witness so, I did something that I would never do to a stranger, I hugged him, tightly. But then again, he isn't a stranger, I know him from a dream. 

He stopped crying.

"Sorry," he sniffled wiping his eyes and put his arm around my waist and held me there as I rested my head on his shoulder and waited for us to arrive to the hospital. 

Then I black out.  This was one of those Moments In Time, that count. 




I found myself in a meadow. There was a big tree and a waterfall I front of me. Beside me was Peter Pan, but now wearing Harry's clothes, well because he is Harry Styles. 

"Your Harry. The boy I met today." I said stark at the waterfall.

"Yes. "

"Do you dream about me?"

"Yes."

"In your dreams, am I Wendy Fairy?"

"Yes."

"Ok." I said. I didn't really have anything to day to him. I just admired the waterfalls and he did to smiling. 

"So we know each other?"

"Practically, yes."

"I'm glad I know the real you. "

"Me too. "

"Will I keep dreaming about you?"

"I'm not sure, I hope so. "

I nodded and woke up. 


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A/N: hey hey! Long chapter! 

What do you think will happen now? 

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