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


3. I Feel Popular.

‘No!’ I gasped loudly, laughing when the boy next to me laughed. It was like an instant reflex, he laughs, I laugh, he smiles, I smile, and when he cries, well you get the gist…

We were sitting outside in some random field that we’d decided to camp out in. Normally we would get a cheap hotel somewhere but for some reason, this deserted area wouldn’t have any-just our luck. He and I then thought for a while before taking hold of our survival instinct and camp in the car. It was big enough as well, a sleek, black Range Rover. On our first date I remember being so happy he had a car and not walking around for half an hour trying to find a restaurant that he could afford like a past date.
I mean, a really nice car doesn’t matter to me if what’s on the inside is beautiful (like him) but you know-it helps. I love him. I really, really love him but I don’t want to tell him yet. We’ve been dating for seven months and we haven’t used the sacred L word yet. I’m incredibly scared that the feeling isn’t mutual and then that would be a big downer on my mood and would be very embarrassing.

At the moment we were playing truth or dare but without the dare bit because there isn’t much you can do with two people in the middle of a field (please don’t turn that dirty). There were still questions unanswered that I wanted to know.

He had just told me that he once ran through a shopping centre naked as a dare. I didn’t believe him at first but I know when he’s lying and when he’s not. I wouldn’t have the guts to do anything like that at all!

‘Okay… what’s your favourite colour?’ he asked me.

‘Good Lord you ask the most boring questions!’ I exclaimed.

‘Okay then… have you ever given somebody a-’ I cut him off.

‘Purple!’ I said really loudly, ‘my favourite colours purple!’

He laughed really loudly at my sudden embarrassment at what I think was a rude question.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked randomly.

‘What? You already know my name Rissy, you just have to find it…’

I woke up with a jolt just like every morning. I sat up and leant back against the headrest on my bed. This dream was so different to every other one. I knew I was definitely in control of this dream, as I would have never asked a question like that. Why did I ask such a question? And why did he give such a weird, deep answer? He sometimes was like that-so intriguing and mysterious. He spoke with a really deep voice that some people would say is boring and would send you to sleep but I find it incredibly attractive. So husky, I could listen to it all day.

Stop, Larry, just stop. He is a boy in your dreams and nothing more.

I couldn’t stop thinking though. Imagine if he was real and he existed on Earth! That would be amazing! I think we would be soul mates as cheesy as that sounds. But he could be anywhere! Anybody! He could live in China or Germany or Antarctica but if I was thinking sensibly I would say, he doesn’t look Chinese and doesn’t speak German and isn’t wearing a thousand coats. He speaks English and looks English and sounds English and lives in England so he’s got to be English right? Maybe, he was born in Germany and then moved to England when he was younger and is now living in China but backpacking in Antarctica! That… doesn’t make sense but it could be real!

Right, I needed to stop talking to myself and thinking way, way too much so I decided to get up and actually do something with the day. It was already 10.00am so I got dressed and went downstairs. I found a note from my parents.

Larry, we’ve gone out shopping. Be back around 3.00pm x

Well, thanks for inviting me! Not that I’d want to go thinking about it with them. Trust me, I love my mum and dad to bits but they are so old-fashioned. I mean, who still writes notes to other people now? Can’t they do it the simple way and just leave me a text to wake up to?

Thinking of phones and checking them, I remembered I hadn’t looked at mine yet. I ran up the stairs like a gorilla (because it’s easier that way) and grabbed my phone. No messages. I feel popular.

I wandered around the house for five minutes just wondering what to do. I had no revision or study work to do so I phoned Jess.

‘Jessy!’ I shouted down the phone.

‘Hola Larry, how are you on this fine day?’ she asked me in a posh accent.

I laughed, ‘I am good thank you very much but it would be much better if you could join me and make it even better. Would you do me the honour?’

‘Oh how I am flattered! It’s this effect I have on people you know, I just make them feel so amazing they want to be with me 24/7. I haven’t got anything to do today so what have you got planned?’

‘Erm, I have no idea, I figured I’d cross that bridge when I come to it. Have you got anything to do?’

‘Well, I kind of want to get out of this house! It’s driving me crazy! Everybody’s going crazy for Adam’s birthday party tomorrow which by the way you are coming to because I am not spending four hours on my own!’

I let her finish her rant and then started, ‘don’t worry Jessy, I’m coming and okay so no indoor activities, how about….’


‘What? You want me to come up with the answers as well? I got the ball rolling here!’

‘Larissa Jones you are so childish!’

‘Ha! Okay, back to subject: what else?’

‘Hey! There’s the fair on the park down from you isn’t there?’

‘Yeah! I forgot about that! Shall we go there?’ I asked.

‘Yeah okay, I’ll be at your in ten minutes so be ready! Are you dressed yet?’

‘Yes thank you very much; I am very much fully clothed.’

‘Okay, okay, calm down, I was just checking-I usually have to ask you!’

‘Bye Jess.’

‘Bye Rissy.’
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