Living Our Dreams (Literally)

My name is Felicity Hannsz. Ever since I was little, I've wanted to be a fashion designer and so has my best friend. As soon as we graduated highschool, we moved to London, England. We had some AMAZAYN sketches and style sense. We saved up enough money to buy a small building and start our fashion business. It wasn't a month later that we got a call from Simon Cowell to come and design some of his good friends. We accepted because it was SIMON COWELL! But we got the surprise of our lives. We were designing for ONE DIRECTION! With that gig, our lives changed forever.

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21. My Birthday (part one)

  ~Dream~   I was on cloud nine. Niall and I were obviously in love, even though we just started dating one month earlier.   Today was my 20th birthday. Louis had taken me shopping for the day. Even though I told him it wasn’t necessary, he insisted on taking me and buying everything for me. He even took me to get my hair, nails, and makeup done professionally. The ladies told me how beautiful my hair and makeup already was. They did scold me on my nails cause I have a nasty habit of chewing on them when I am either nervous or thinking really hard about something.   When we got home, I found that Hannah had lain an outfit for me. It was one of my favorite designs. It consisted of a black ruffled top with cut out sleeves, a skirt that came down to about my mid-thigh and was black, sparkly and ruffly. She had paired it with my sparkly black flats for a comfortable, classy look.   After I got dressed and walked down stairs, I found Niall waiting for me in a formal suit and tie. He looked so charming and utterly gorgeous. He didn’t say a word as he walked me to the car, helped me in and drove off in the direction of the London Eye. Even though we had lived there for a while, I still hadn’t gotten the chance to go to the Eye.    We ate dinner and then took a ride on the Eye. Niall seemed nervous about something. I hoped he wasn’t going to break up with me. When we reached the top of the Eye, we stopped moving. As soon as that happened, Niall took my hands, got down on one knee, pulled out a beautiful diamond ring and said with his voice full of emotion, “Felicity Dawn Hannsz, will you make me that happiest man alive and do me the incredible honor of becoming my wife.”    I didn’t know what to say. Here I was thinking that he was going to break up with me when in reality, he was going to propose. This was the happiest moment in my life. I did the only thing I could think to do, I started crying tears of pure joy and said with a huge grin on my face, “Niall James Horan, I will marry you. You have just made my life complete and whole.”   He practically jumped on me and kissed me with all of the passion as the second day we had known each other and he had been dared to kiss me. There was one flaw, however. Once we got off the Eye at the bottom, you’ll never guess who was standing there. Carter. He was angry when he saw us get off, holding hands but his anger flared when he saw the engagement ring on my finger. He screamed in rage, pulled out a gun, and shot Niall in the chest. I screamed and dropped down beside Niall as the police swarmed around Carter and arrested him. I knew enough of human anatomy that he bullet had not hit his heart but grazed one of his main veins. He was losing a lot of blood very quickly. I used a piece of his shirt that I had torn off to put over the wound to stanch the bleeding. The cloth was soaked through before the paramedics got there. They put him in the ambulance and sped him to the hospital and immediately put him in surgery so they could remove that bullet.   I had known that there was a slim chance of survival for him when I first saw how quickly he was loosing blood. It didn’t surprise me when the doctor came out and told me that they couldn’t save him but that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. He was my one true love and he was ripped away from me on the very night that he had proposed to me. This was all the more proof that life isn’t fair and that God works in mysterious ways that we don’t understand.   ~End Dream~   I woke up sobbing uncontrollably. I didn’t hear anyone else in the house. I panicked. I knew everyone had slept here last night and there was usually noise in the kitchen by now. All I heard was silence. I got out of bed and ran down the hall yelling, “Niall! Liam! Harry! Zayn! Louis! Hannah! Devon! Chloe! Melisa! Where are you guys?!” They all came running down the hall and I cried even harder when Niall wrapped me in a hug, stroked my hair, and did his best to calm me down. It was easier said than done but it was easier for me now that I knew Niall was alive and well and right here with me.    “Felicity, love. What’s wrong,” he asked in a worried tone. “It was only a bad dream,” I replied. “Will you tell us about it?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.” “Hey, why don’t you write it down like you do all of your nightmares? So that you can understand it better,” this coming from Hannah seeing as she was the only one who knew that I had a history of writing down nightmares. “Fine. Nobody follow me, though. I don’t want any of you to see where I keep my dream journal.” I should have known that Niall wouldn’t listen to me.   I had just finished writing when I felt his familiar touch around my waist and his breath hot in my ear. “Why did you not want to tell me? I would have understood and you know I wouldn’t have told anyone,” came the soft, sad, Irish accent. “I know. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” He hugged me and said, “It’s alright. Happy Birthday, by the way."   

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