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


10. My First Dream...

I was trying to get my head around things, you know, just trying to get on with everyday life and activity. It was so hard to be honest because all the simplest things now required me to think about Harry. It felt weird saying his name now because of spending so long calling him ‘he’ or ‘him’ or ‘mystery man’-I wasn’t used to it.

Things like walking down the street I would see something to do with One Direction and at times it was nice and I smiled when I saw his perfect dimpled grin staring right back at me but other times I just wanted to get away. There was no escape! Competitions, confectionary, stationary, clothing, posters, phone cases, jewellery, headphones and more! They were everywhere!

Sometimes I would be sad because my rational (and hopefully not always truthful) mind would remind me all the time that I was crazy and stupid for getting my hopes up because it would never happen.

Also, I haven’t had one of my dreams in a couple of days and I don’t know why. I was wondering whether me finding out about the identity of Harry has changed anything. I don’t care though because I’m finding out as much as I can about him. All of yesterday I sat and watched hundreds of videos of the video diaries and interviews and little fan meetings and signings and collections of funny moments. I found myself laughing along with them because they are all tremendously funny.

Jealously overtook me at some stages and I scrolled through fan pages on Twitter and Tumblr and Facebook because they would never ever know how much this boy means to me. If things do turn out how my dreams intend them to be then I know that I will love him forever and ever unconditionally. Sometimes I would just imagine how we’re going to meet because I have absolutely no idea how. It could be any place, any time (well I know its going to be in two years I think).

At the moment I was sitting on my sofa home alone and I was about to call Betty and give her a full update on everything and ask her for help. I’d already decided that I would need her trusty sidekick powers and intelligent wit to help me along on this journey. She was the only one that I had confided absolutely everything to and knew everything.

I picked up my phone and typed in her number and waited through the dial tone.

‘Hello?’ asked the familiar voice-old age and cigarettes woven in after time.

‘Hi Betty. Its me…Larissa.’

Well this would be awkward if she doesn’t remember me.

‘Oh! Hello dear. I was thinking about you the other day. Wondering when you would call. I thought you had given up on me!’
‘I did have my doubts Betty but I guessed I would end up needing your help one way or another.’ (Excuse the pun, not my intention.)

‘Very good choice love, now is there a reason you have called? Has something happened?’

‘Well, I may have discovered the true identity of my mystery man.’

I waited on the other end and I heard a gasp.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Absolutely positive, his name is Harry Styles and he is a famous pop-star in a really successful boy-band named One Direction.’

‘Oh gosh! I’ve heard of them! They are very good.’

‘I know! But the thing is, I don’t know what to do about it! I have no idea whether this will affect my chances of meeting him or whether I will meet him early or later than expected or I may not meet him at all!’

I took a deep breath to stop myself getting worked up.

‘Calm down; calm down. Lets stop and think about this professionally.’ I heard a deep chuckle on the other end of the line, ‘I may be a fortune-teller but this I don’t think I can predict. I shall be coming to a town near you in London in a couple of months so maybe we could meet up and I can try and we can discuss things?’

‘That sounds fantastic. But what should I do in the meantime?’

‘I have no idea. I think just try and get along with your daily life. If these dreams are your future, which I’m 99.9% positive they are, then they cannot be rushed. You will meet your soul mate or ‘Harry’ whenever Fate and God thinks it is time for you two to meet. I do think you could do one thing to maybe help yourself.’

‘Which is?’

‘Keep a journal of your dreams. It will help you I think.’

‘I suppose that is a good idea,’ I mused, pondering over the thought.

‘Yes, I do tend to get a couple every once in a while.’

We both laughed at that.

‘Should I write down the dreams that I’ve had before?’

‘Can you recall them?’

‘I think so. It seems like they’re permanently imprinted onto my brain!’

‘Well that’s good then, right, I’ve got to go now because I’m working at the moment. I was just taking a quick break to come speak to you.’

‘Thank you,’ I smiled.

‘Bye Larissa.’

‘Goodbye Betty.’

It seemed like we both hung up at the same time and I got up from the sofa and stretched out my limbs to avoid cramp.

I padded barefoot into my bedroom and rummaged through some of my cupboard before finding my desired item.

‘Ah-hah!’ I cried happily when I yanked it out from my cabinet. I knew I had an old empty journal lying about somewhere!

I grabbed a biro of the side and sat down at my desk. I opened up the first page and wrote the date.

‘15th February 2012’

I smiled at the memory and then started to write.

My first dream…
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