Dreaming- A Niam Fanfiction

Stay still.

It's just the noises.

"You're not allowed to talk right now, you know that."

The woman sounds bored.

She kind of sounds like a computer talking to me, that's how emotionless her voice is.

Nodding lightly, I keep my lips shut, waiting for the light and the touch on my jaw to go away.

Waiting for myself to wake up.

I know this isn't real, again.

It can't be.

I'm at home, with the boys.

It's probably evening, and I'm most possibly sleeping.

That's the truth, not this.

This is just something made up by my imagination.

A lie created by my own brain, telling things to me that aren't true.

I'm lying to myself.

"Okay, I'm done."

The harsh light dissapears, and that's when I realise that my eyes haven't been closed at all.

They have been open all the time, staring into nothing.

My sight slowly gets more clear again, black spots dissapearing and my surroundings getting less blurry by the second.

There's a woman in front of me, her blonde hair tied up into a ponytail, and white clothes covering her body.

I recognise her.

And I know that's not a good thing.

Putting a small sort of flashlight down, the woman looks right into my eyes, her stare looking worried, scared, and comforting at the same time.

I don't know which one of those three feelings has the most control.

"So Niall, how are you feeling today?"

I watch as the woman brushes some loose blonde hairs from her face, and pushes them back into her ponytail.

She's sitting in a white seat, with metal-ish chair legs.

I notice there are thin lines scratched into one of the back legs.

"What?"

Why is she asking me this?

Why doesn't anything weird happen?

Why don't I wake up?

"How are you feeling?"

Confused, I gulp, letting my eyes flow away from the woman, now sliding over the white wall behind her.

Glancing over to the right, I notice a white desk, with a window above it.

The scene outside is quite calming, with a blue sky and perfectly green grass.

It doesn't calm me down.

It only makes more shivers run down my spine.

I saw this before.

I saw this the last time.

Really quick, but I did see it.

Swifly letting my eyes fall back into the woman's, I bite down on my lip.

"I erm.. I feel confused.."

A small smile forms on the womans face, and she again brushes away some loose strands.

It's starting to irritate me a little bit.

"And why is that, you think? Why are you feeling this way?"

My heart starts beating in my throat, and my fingers are twitching.

I don't know what's going on.

I don't know where I am.

All I want is go home.

I want to be in Liam's arms.

I want him to stroke my back and keep me warm.

I want him to brush his fingers through my hair and to wipe my tears away.

That's all I want.

And I don't even know why.

"I-I'm supposed to wake up.." I mumble, looking down at my lap and twiddling with my fingers.

The words just flow out of my mouth like a waterfall, and I can't stop it.

I didn't want to say anything.

I didn't even want to open my mouth.

I guess I just did, without myself knowing.

"Niall..." The woman in the white outfit speaks up again.

She grabs my chin, just like before, her hands feeling cold and weird.

I wish it was Liam standing in front of me, keeping my head up like that.

He's the only one who can comfort me.

"You're already awake."

That one sentence fucks me up.

It messes with my mind so bad.

What is this?

A memory? A dream? Reality?

I can't find the difference between those these last few days.

They're all the same.

One more terrifying than the other, but that's the only difference.

They're all horrible.

I want to stand up, run away, do anything to keep away my fright.

But I can't.

All I can is digging my nails into the white sheets of the bed I'm sitting on, and blink away my tears.

My throat is burning, and everything is shaking.

"I- I'm not... not awake. No... I-I'm... I'm.."

Stuttering over my own sentence, my sight starts to get blurry, tears overflowing.

The woman stands up, but I can only see a silhouette of her, as she moves in shocks.

Suddenly her eyes turn darker, hollow.

Her face changes.

No eyes.

Dark liquid dripping down her face.

I open my mouth to scream, but no sound can be heard.

The woman gets closer, but I can't get away.

I'm stuck.

My whole body is frozen, and I can't move an inch.

The only thing that's moving is my heart, that's beating franticly against my chest, hurting my body.

The fast beats scream into my ears, making me want to dissapear from here.

Making me want to throw myself to the ground.

Just as the woman opens her mouth, I close my eyes, letting the darkness take my entire body away.

Engulfing me into some thick silence and letting me sink deeper and deeper.

I feel like I'm falling down, but in slow motion, slowly floating away from the woman and the room and all the bright white.

My heart thumps in my ears, making me feel tired.

Even though I've been dreaming a lot, I haven't really slept in a long while.

I feel like I need comfort, somebody to hold me and keep all the darkness away.

I need to wake up.

When I open my eyes again, it's light.

When I open my eyes again, I'm home.

When I open my eyes again, I've stopped dreaming.