Before I realized it I was already in a deep sleep. I was in an office. Wake up Zayn! I smiled, thinking of my roommate, Niall Horan. I turned to the window of my building to see the Twin Towers were smoking. My mouth gaped. Niall was in there, he had a meeting today. I started hyperventalating. The phone rang.Zayn c'mon! Wake up! I warily picked it up.
"H-Hello?" I said, my voice shaking. I heard crying in the back ground.
"Z-Zayn! It's me Niall." He said, sounding terrified. I almost dropped the phone. I took a deep breath before replying.
"Niall! Are you okay? Where are you?!" I said, panicking. I heard him telling people he would only be a minute.
"Look, I don't have much time. I'm in the tower. I'll be okay though. I just want you to know, I love you. Don't forget that, kay?" He said, his voice sounded slightly happy but I could tell he was crying. Slow wet tears dripped down my cheeks, staining my shirt. I griped the phone tighter.
"Please don't leave me. Please." I whimpered. There was a loud noise on his side, I looked back out the window to see one of the towers colapsing. I broke out into sobs. I could feel the smoke filling my lungs. I was choking and so was Niall.
"Look I gotta go but remember; I will always love you. I'll watch over you from heaven." He said, his voice was strained from the smoke. I could hear people screaming and crying over the other line. Zayn it's not real.
"I love you Nialler." I cried. I heard him scream before the line went dead. I felt something crushing me. The other tower was hit also. I felt him dying, being crushed. The towers were burning and crumbling. I cried. The pain was unbearable. Then it stopped. Niall was gone, crushed under one of America's monuments.
I sat up quickly, my breathing slowly relaxed. I was drenched in a cold sweat. That one was more emotional than it was gruesome, I think it took place during 9/11 because of the book I was reading. I checked the clock 3:32 am. That was the longest dream in a while. I got up and dressed myself. I put on a varsity jacket, a pair of black jeans, and my black vans. I probably won't be able to look at Niall for weeks. That dream was very intimate, it had a deeper emotional connection. I waited until I was sure I wouldn't have an emotional breakdown before I waltzed into the living room. I plopped down on the couch and picked up Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. It was a few hours before any of the boys woke up. First was Liam who sat next to me and rested his head on my shoulder tiredly. My stomach exploded in a million fireworks. My feelings toward Liam are mixed right now, part of me wants to believe that I'm just missing him and the other half thinks I'm falling in love with him. Which is impossible, even if it was he would never love me back. I felt his soft snoring on my shoulder, I smiled. I nudged him. He started mumbling in his sleep.
"mmm...Zayn...I..love.. you." He murmured. I sat frozen. Did he mean he love loves me? No he probably meant friendship love. I sighed dejectedly. I shook him again. He stretched and yawned. I giggled and poked his nose. He looked at me and froze, a blush crept up his neck and onto his cheeks. Aw how cute, he's embarrassed. "Uh, um, did I say anything while I was asleep?" He asked nervously. I decided not to embarrass him any further.
"Nope." I said. He relaxed into me. I drew an arm protectivley around him. Harry entered the kitchen, then Louis. Niall was the last to get up. I dreaded this. I heard him shout 'goodmorning' down the hall before stopping in the living room. He saw us and grinned cheeckily before mouthing something to Liam. I didn't pay attention. My flashback started.
"I love you Zayn."
"I love you too Niall."
I couldn't hold it in anymore, that dream had truly shaken me. Tears poured down my cheecks. I loked down before pushing Liam off of me.
"I-I gotta go." I stuttered before grabbing my keys and darting out of the hotel room. I heard Niall in the distance.