Dreaming- A Niam Fanfiction

Familiar.

Hey guys

Happy early 2014 already c:

This story is going...somewhere...um... I think...

OH MY GOD I found a piece of music that's like...perfect for this story...

It gives me so much chills it's scary.

It's called Fly from Einaudi.

You HAVE to listen to it.

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Niall

It's warm.

No, it's cold.

I want move, but I can't.

It feels like I'm glued to the ground.

Maybe not even the ground.

It feels like I'm floating around, my eyes closed and body stiff.

I'm tired, but at the same time, I'm bursting of energy.

I open my eyes, slowly, because they hurt a lot.

I don't even know why.

I'm standing outside.

It's evening, because it's dark, and snow is laying beneath my feet.

White and soft snow.

Beautiful and cold snow.

Snow that crunches with every step, and is wet when you touch it.

But it doesn't crunch with every move I make.

Maybe I'm not even moving.

But the thing is, I'm going forwards, slowly going over to an house.

Maybe I'm floating.

Maybe the house is coming closer, and I'm standing still.

I don't know, and actually, I don't care.

It isn't that important.

It's a small house, with little windows, and grey curtains behind those windows.

The grey curtains flutter a little because of the wind, but I can't even feel a breeze myself.

Something in my brain hurts, thinking that I've been here before.

I recognize the house like I've been here a thousand times, but at the same time, I've never seen this place.

I haven't been here before, have I?

I silently shake my head, and move closer to the house.

Not a sound can be heard, except for my own shallow breaths, echoing around the whole place.

I turn around swiftly for a second, and look behind me.

It's completely dark behind me, what startles me.

Have I just been walking in complete darkness?

Everywhere I've been 'walking' has dissapeared.

Crumbled away like old leaves and floated away into darkness.

I take another step, and I can see a piece of eath behind me slowly dissapearing, falling off like a puzzlepiece.

I look back to the house, and start picking up my speed, just wanting to get inside.

Why do I want to be there so bad?

Something inside of me tells me to stop, to turn around and not go into the small house with grey curtains.