Larissa Jones has dreams of a boy, a boy she's never met. Every night would be a new fantasy in this perfect relationship. Dates to restaurants; watching the sunset or drives into the middle of nowhere. It was perfect and he was perfect too. Dark brown ringlets framed his face and bottomless green eyes that she could stare into forever.

But when Larissa goes to see a fortune teller for fun with her friend and the fortune teller magically recites everything in her dreams-that she’s going to meet a boy in a couple of years, with brown curls and green eyes and will go on wonderful and romantic dates with, she starts to unravel that maybe these aren’t just dreams, but visions into the future, her whole world changes.

How will she meet this boy? She finally stops delving into her dreamland of books long enough to make the connection that this boy isn’t just some recurring perfection, he’s Harry Styles and with millions of fans worldwide (after doing some research), how will she meet


6. Here We Go...

‘What?’ I asked her. The expression on her face was like, full on astounded.

‘I’m sorry, its just, that is the exact way that I started out. When I first realised I was a fortune teller.’

‘What?’ I asked again. There is no way I could be a fortune-teller.

‘I was your age I think, I was 18, I had those dreams like you but of different things of course. I soon realised that everything in those dreams would happen magically in the future. Like once I had a dream that I found a lottery ticket with the winning numbers on it, and the first step out of my house the next morning I found it. I was ve-’ I cut her off.

‘Wait, wait, wait, you mean that my dreams could happen in the future?’ I asked shocked and slightly hopeful. Knowing that I had that ahead of me in my life was quite exciting.

‘I have no idea but I think so. If you turn out like I did then, yes, first of all I had the dreams and then I started having visions in my mind of other people and their fortunes.’

‘No offence but I do not want to turn out like you.’

She let out a loud laugh.

‘If God has destined you to become a Teller of the Fortunes then I cannot stop him sweetheart but there are different types of fortune-tellers: some are like me, some don’t go further than the dreams and some go way beyond me and can read anyone and anywhere in the world.’

I really had to start going to church now. I need to pray to God to make sure I don’t go past the dreams. I sat back in the chair.

‘Okay then, lets try to think about this logically. If these are going to happen in the future then, when?’

‘I cannot predict when but do you have any idea of your age in the dreams? Or how old you look?’

‘Yes! I remember one; I had it not long ago. We were talking about our future and I said I was 20 and he was 21. So that’s two years?’

‘Yes I’m guessing so. Well, Larissa, you have two years to prepare to meet your soul mate!’ she smiled brightly.

‘Oh my God, what am I going to d-,’ this time it was me getting cut off.

‘Betts, its time to pack up now, everyone’s packing up their stalls,’ it was the man from outside.

‘Okay dear, just give me a minute.’

I returned my gaze to the elderly lady sitting in front of me. She handed me a note. I opened it and saw the numbers on it.

‘This is my number. I am really interested to see how this plans out. If you ever feel like calling me or you have discovered something to do with your powers or this gorgeous love story then don’t hesitate to phone me and I will be here.’ Her gaze held loving and caring eyes and I don’t know how I ever doubted them before. She was just a lovely little old lady.

‘Thank you Betty; seriously thank you, I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t come here today. You have taught me so much and I will contact you.’

‘No problem dear, I am happy to help. It’s nice to have some company anyway, and one that believes me. Not many people do when they come here, don’t know why they bother.’

‘I’m not fully convinced at the moment,’ I flashed her a crooked grin to let her know I was joking.

She returned it.

‘Bye Betty.’

‘Bye dear.’

Once I got outside the tent for the second time today (it seriously felt like déjà vu) the temperature had dropped incredibly.

I shivered in the cold and wrapped my jacket tighter round my body, rubbing my hands up and down my arms to try and keep them warm.

It was 6pm and I gasped when I looked at my watch. I didn’t know Betty and I had been talking that long! My parents will go crazy! I dug out my phone from my pocket and dialled them.

‘Larissa Rae Reynolds where the hell are you!’ my fathers voice boomed down the speakers.

‘Dad I’m really sorry! I’m at the fair!’

‘We have called Jess’ parents and you were not with her. Are you alone? Or are you with one of them gypsy boys? God help you if you are!’ he continued to yell.

‘Look I’m on my way home now and yes I’m alone! Who do you think I am?’ I knew if I continued to backchat then I would get a serious punishment. I was in the wrong and I couldn’t believe that I’d let time slip away from me so fast! Betty and me must have been talking for ages!

She’d given me a lot to think about though. I’m really glad I went to see her; who knew I had all this magical powers crap in me? Ooh, that’d be a good story for the grandkids! Especially mine and his grandk- wait, I was getting ahead of myself here. I bet I would never meet him but it would be wonderful if I did.

I was thinking way, way too deep these days. Where was old carefree, happy-go-lucky Rissy?

As I was walking I was yet again overthinking things and preparing myself for the wrath that would be my parents when I got home when I suddenly bumped into someone. Our chests collided and I fell on my butt.

‘Oh! Sorry love,’ a very nice sounding accent replied. He was definitely not around here.

‘Oh don’t worry. It was my fault-not watching where I was going,’ I nervously giggled. Since when did I giggle? Get a grip Larry; you haven’t even seen his face.

I looked up and saw that he had a hand reached out to help me up. I enthusiastically and willingly obliged and got back up to my feet. I fully inspected him. He had a snapback and a hood that covered his face and was wearing tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie. Oh my God I bet he was a rapist, or some sort of pervert. Who hides their face? I bet he is. Oh my God why did you assume that he would be good looking? Larry you are so stupid! Oh my God I’m going to di-

He interrupted my thoughts by him taking his hood off. Here we go, I thought, this is the end.

‘Hi,’ the voice said, ‘I’m Zayn.’
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