Mindless Dreaming [On Hold]

[This story is on hold]
Jordan has to work with the ‘biggest boy band in the planet’. What will happen when her dreams start to show her some of her story, published right in front of her eyes while she sleeps- but she never even notices. What will happen when she realises that these boys aren't all they've turned out to be... What will happen to the end of her story, will she get her happily ever after she's been wanting or will she be faced with ‘Mindless’ consequences…? ~~All image credits go to their rightful owners~~


9. I Think Alot, But I don't Say Much

Friday, the day I had been dreading all week. The day the boys had a day off, the day I was going out with Harry… I swear this is just some scheme to get me to be his little puppy dog; following him around everywhere, to make Taylor Swift jealous, to throw myself at him… Well guess what Harry- I ain’t giving in that easily, Trust me.

I get out of bed; my hair literally frolicking everywhere, I put my phone on shuffle as one of the boys’ songs plays; Best song ever. I have been studying nearly each one of their songs; finding out the name and the lyrics- quite challenging if you ask me, but ask a fan of theirs and they would be able to tell you without even thinking.  

‘Best Song Ever’ was an okay song- I guess, but ever since I started this ‘challenge’ sometimes some of the songs got quite irritating, but hey I’ve got to show Harry I can actually do it…

A few days back I told Lucy and Erika I was ‘going out’ with Harry and they completely choked and started screaming- typical. Never have fangirls as best friends… I guess I count as one though- just not for One Direction…

I look over at my crappy alarm clock; 8:55. Harry said he was picking me up at 10:00, makes sense- leaves me enough time to get ready, eat breakfast and have a little bit of a YouTuber marathon.

I tie up my hair in a pony-tail and put on a little bit of; concealer, powder, blush and mascara. No need to go all out, who is there to impress- It’s only Harry. I grab out a pair of worn denim shorts, a singlet and a white lace top- pretty casual. After all that ‘trouble’ I gather my phone and wallet, walking downstairs to find Lucy standing before me.

“Today’s your date with Harry!”

“Oh hey- didn’t see you there, I mean it’s not like you’re blocking my pathway… Oh and btw it’s not ‘a date’.” I say moving past her towards the kitchen as she follows; I look her up and down, she was wearing a short white dress; three quarter length sleaves with flowery detail written all over it.

“What are you wearing…” I ask walking into the kitchen to spot Erika sitting at the table eating a bowl of what looks to be fruit loops.

“Well I thought if Harry was coming here; I would have to dress up for the occasion…” She’s always looking her best for guys who she thinks are cute- always, whether it’s the guy from down the street to whether it’s the guy from donut king- just always.

“It’s just Harry, who is there to impress-“ I say speaking my thoughts as I shrug my shoulders.

“You’re weird… Harry Fricken Styles, That’s who…”


‘Explain the whole carrot thing, what’s that even all about? What carrot thing…’ Jai and Daniel’s voices speak through the speakers of my computer as I laugh at their weirdness. I hear the soothing tinkle of the doorbell as I pause the video and turn off my computer heading downstairs to a bunch of muffled voices.

“Yeah, I’ll just call Jordan dow-“

“No need.” I say walking down the steps to find Harry standing before Lucy in a plain black t-shirt, a pair of simple black skinny jeans, the usual pair of brown boots and paper plane necklace hanging from his neck.

I give Lucy a hug, saying my good-bye’s as me and Harry race out the door to be greeted by his sleek grey sports car, nice.

After a long 10 minutes of literally begging Harry for an answer to where we were going he still wouldn’t budge, I huffed lying back in my seat giving up. The radio singing quietly to the likes of; Roar, Wrecking ball and an unknown song; my hand suddenly tapping to the beat of the song against the side of my leg.

‘- And I’ll be gone, gone tonight. The ground beneath my feet is open wide, the way that I’ve been holding on too tight, with nothing in-between; the story of my life I take her home, I drive all night to keep her warm and time is fro-ozen-‘

 “Like this song?” He asks turning it down a little, although still keeping his eyes on the road.

“… I guess, who’s it by?” He continues to look ahead as a smirk appears on his face, no way.

“You faggot, you didn’t tell me it was your song! I wouldn’t have liked it so much if I knew” I say laughing, after a few seconds he joins me.

“Oh, how’s the challenge going for you?” He asks looking at me only for a brief second before turning his attention back to the road ahead of us.

“Going okay I guess… I’ve been studying like every song that’s either in Up All Night or Take Me Home.” I say leaning my head against the window.

“Really? Okay then, let’s play… ‘What’s the name of the One Direction song’…”

“Wow, creative…” I say sarcastically as I turn to look at him.

“Shut up, okay… first song. Tell me how to turn your love on, you can get-get anything that you want baby just, shout it out, shout it out, baby just shout it out, yeah-“ He sings, his voice obviously smooth and sweet.

“Kiss you, didn’t think it was that easy- did you Styles?” I say chuckling at his underestimation.


I sit there waiting for us to arrive at this mystery place, my arm holding my head up against the window so I wouldn’t fall asleep. Suddenly the car stops in a car park, a number of cars parked around, although not many- there were just enough to make at least 40 or 50.

We walk through the grey worn out gate, the concrete beneath me worn and visibly old. The smell of fairy floss filling my nose; as well as freshly cooked hotdogs, the soft tinkle of music swirling in the space around us. It was beautiful for a fair, the kids running around having fun and the worried parents chasing behind as if it were a game of tag and they were it. The vibe here was energetic and joyful- truly comforting, you could look at everything here and suddenly feel full of happiness and joy.

“What’cha think?” Harry asks as I continued to stare off out in the distance, looking at all the different rides and games they had to offer and more.

“Don’t speak much do you…?” Finally coming out of my trance I spoke back.

“Not entirely true; I think a lot, but I don’t say much… kinda makes up for it...”

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