Dreams come true

One day harry styles meets the girl of his dreams but is that term to literal? Has his nightmares come to town along with this beautiful girl from his dreams?


41. Drunk off laughter

She looked at me shocked for a second and then heard the car behind her beep. "Get in" she whispered. I jumped in the car and buckled up as she began to drive. We drove for about ten minutes until she parked in front of a small building. It had six just like it lined up next to each other."How do you let your dog out if you don't have a yard?" She looked at me and opened the car door. "I don't have my dog anymore Harry. I was lying." We both got out of the car and I followed her into the little building. My heart almost broke when I saw the books lying everywhere and smelt coconut.  She was still the same even hundreds of miles away. "I still Love you Lulu." I said it as soon as she sat her purse down. She just nodded not facing me. "I know Harry.Louis told me." She turned around and I saw her eyes almost watering. "What about you. Do you still love me?" She shook her head and sighed finally letting a few tears drop. "I don't want to Harry." I forwarded closer to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. "But you do." She turned away from my gaze and backed up. "Please don't Harry. I don't want to talk about it." She looked really hurt. "When then? When will you want to talk about it Lulu?" She bit her lip continuing not to look me in the eyes. "Never Harry." I sighed and shook my head. "No ok. You don't have to talk just listen." She looked up at me with her watering eyes and Turned around. I grabbed her wrist and turned her around to me. I wrapped my arms around her and she tried to fight it. I rubbed her back and tilted her chin up. I bent down and whispered into her ear. "Just listen." Her body relaxed and she just leaned into me. "I'm listening." She said it irritated but I didn't care. I didn't care how she said it. She was going to listen.
"It felt good to talk to you earlier because I found that I miss it even though it hasn't been that long. I got the point you want me to leave you alone but we both know I'm not strong enough for that. I'm young Lulu, just a young guy in love. But I already feel like you're the love of my life. I used to make fun of the guy who tried super hard to get one single girl when he could have so many other ones. But now I understand him. I get how he feels. He feels that the only thing that can really satisfy him is the sound of his name leaving your mouth. That the only hand that really fits prefect with his is yours. And I know you still might not want to be with me but That's ok because I only want you to love me voluntarily." I paused for a second to see if she was listening. She didn't say anything or move. "Lulu?" Then unexpectedly I heard her laugh. Yes, laugh. She began to laugh at me. I pulled back offended. She placed her hand on her stomach and her head rolled back. I just watched her. I didn't really understand what was happening. "You do not have to laugh." I said it angrily and she immediately stopped. She ran toward me and grabbed my face. "I'm laughing because you are the cheesiest person ever." She leaned in and connected her lips to mine. Only a few seconds later she pulled away and hit my chest and started to laugh again. I smiled at her happiness. Sure she was laughing at me even though I just spilled my heart out to her I didn't care. She scrunched her nose up and stuck her tongue out." What are you doing?" She stopped laughing and walked gracefully over to me. "Lets make a deal." I nodded as she grabbed my hands and looked up at me. Her beautiful brown eyes looking right at me. "Laugh with me and I will love you forever." I smiled and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist. "Ha ha ha." I said it fakely but she laughed anyways which caused me to laugh. In that moment at 2:30 in the afternoon , standing inside a unfamiliar building with a much to lovable atmosphere I was becoming drunk off her laughter and that's all I really wanted. It seemed a little unreal when our lips touched repetitively . It seemed like a dream. A good one though, Not another nightmare. It was a billion times better than burning in an elevator.

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