For the past few days, I had shut myself in my room alone. So much for being strong, right? I guess I kind of just put myself in denial for the first few days, but I’m a complete wreck now.

It’s been pouring ever since that morning after Drew’s death; I wasn’t even sure it would ever stop since it seemed like years since I’ve seen the sun. Fortunately, it stopped raining just in time for Liam’s birthday.

As much as I refused to even crawl out of bed, Harry dragged me out from my “undercover fortress” and made me take a shower. I didn’t even bother to put up a fight when he shed me of my panties and his t-shirt before placing me in the steamy hot shower.

I complied with his command and used soap, lots of soap. When I stepped out, I wrapped my body and hair in two separate towels and headed back into the room where all of the girls sat effortlessly in their snazzy little club dresses.

“Do I have to go?” I whined as Perrie shoved a dress into my hands. They nodded their heads so much I thought their heads would fall off. I groaned and went back to the bathroom to change. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=98537868

After I finished changing, I allowed the girls to do my hair and makeup. I would have cared more, but I was just out of the moment. Before I knew it, I was being dragged downstairs and pushed out the door to the limo where the guys waited for us.

I took a seat next to Harry and buried half of my face in his shoulder as he wrapped a single arm around my waist. I sigh and try to put on my best smile for Liam.

“Happy Birthday, Li.”

He smiled softly, thanking me before getting into conversation elsewhere.

When we arrived at the club, Harry pulled me close to him, and I buried my face into his side to avoid the flashes. Reporters everywhere were still hung up on the death of my brother even though they know very well that it’s Liam’s birthday. Every time I turned on the entertainment, it was all about the funeral that One Direction attended; every time I went outside – if I ever went outside – they wanted to know about Drew. I just wanted to scream at everyone to keep to their own damn business.

I immediately take a seat at a table, ignoring friendly faces that had never seen before. I know these were all close friends of Liam’s or at least somewhat knew him, for the club had been booked out just for his birthday. However, I didn’t want to meet people who recognized me as “Harry’s girlfriend”, and all anyone ever wanted to do was apologize to me for my “loss”. People who didn’t even know me apologized for no apparent reason, and I, for one, am sick of hearing it.

Occasionally, I would get the congratulatory statement on the engagement, but I also got a lot of hate for it from the fans. Girls on twitter keep sending me ruthless messages of how Harry is “theirs” but I’m so soaked up in the sadness of Drew that I couldn’t care less about the mean remarks they make of me.

I slouch back in my seat as Harry slides in next to me, just sitting down from greeting people. He smiles at me out of the corner of my eyes and I nod my head. He kisses my cheek; I make no move.

Zayn comes along and says something to Harry, and next thing I know he’s telling me he’ll be back and walking away with Zayn. Perrie slid into the seat across from me, a wide smile adorning her radiant face.

“Stop being such a downer!” she yelled out over the music bouncing off the walls of the club. “What happened to the strong woman just a few days ago?”

“What happened? I took a reality check; that’s what happened,” I snapped.

Perrie shook her head. “Reality is what you make of it. Now, are you going to sit here and be a low life or come dance with me?”

I groan. Reality is what you make of it. Why did that have to be so true? And why can’t I make my reality more positive? Oh yeah, because I make the worst of everything. Curse myself and my ugly pessimistic side.

I stand up and allow Perrie to lead me through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor. I stand awkwardly for a few minutes, but I eventually find my rhythm. If anything, a little dancing never hurt anyone.

So a couple of drinks and a few songs later, I’m pretty much dead tired. Perrie and I stumble over to an empty place at the bar, giggling over a funny conversation we overheard.

“Harmony, there you are! I’ve been looking for you!” Harry walks over and scolds me.

“Harry! Where have you been? I missed you,” I giggle. He shoots me an odd look before turning to Perrie. He says something like “shank boo” and some other words are exchanged before Perrie is getting up and Harry sits down.

“Are you drunk?” Harry asks. I shake my head, but I’m giggling. I’m definitely drunk. He laughs and pulls me into a tight embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~

“Mommy? What’s a wedding?” the little girl asks as she fiddles with the loose threads on her dress. She sits patiently on her mom’s lap while the people, dressed formally in tuxedos and dresses in shades of black in white, greet one another.

“A wedding is when two people get married because they both love each other very much,” the woman smiles warmly at the little girl.

“Oh… Will I get married?”

The lady chuckles. “Maybe someday, but you need to make sure that he’s the right guy for you.”

“That and he’ll have to go through me if he wants to get anywhere near my little girl.” A man, about 6’ with short brown hair, walks up to the two and picks up the little girl off her mother’s lap. “What’s up, my little Dandelion?”

I shoot out of bed. Big mistake. My head is pounding and my vision is a blur of colors and glares. The sudden movement of my waking only makes it worse as blood rushes downward. I get a grip on my forehead and try to outline my surroundings.

“Good morning. Well, evening,” Harry smirks as he walks in. He hands me a glass of water and some Advil to decrease the pain. I take it immediately and hand the glass back to him.

“What time is it?” I yawn.

“About three; we didn’t get back until early this morning,” he notifies me. “Did you sleep well?”

Sleep. Wait, the dream!

“What dream?”

Shit, did I say that out loud?

“Yes, you did. Now are you going to tell me about the dream or not?”

I groan and shove my face into a pillow to think for a moment. My dream had the same woman and daughter in it and they were wearing the same clothes as the last dream, but the setting was different this time.

I think harder. There was a man who walked in. The girl’s father perhaps? And he called her something… but I can’t put my finger on it.

“Hello? I’m waiting,” Harry says.

The name was that of a flower. Daffodil? I don’t think so… Daisy? No… Come on, it started with a D I think. Dahlia… Delphinium… Day lily…

“Dandelion!” I shout. I sit up properly.

“Huh?”

My face goes red when I realize that Harry is still here. “Um…” Should I tell him. I guess so… “In my dream, there was a man and he called the little girl ‘dandelion’.”

“Oh… The little girl? Have you had this dream before?”

I nod. “I have similar dreams, and the little girl is in all of them. I don’t know what they mean though. For all I know, they’re just dreams.”

“Wait… But you’ve never dreamed of the same dream twice. You don’t think that’s a little suspicious?” Great, he pays attention to me.

“Well, yeah, kind of. I-” I stop midsentence. Did I say he said dandelion? “It all makes sense now…”

“What makes sense?” Harry asks.

I look at him; I’m truly a bit scared at this newly found knowledge.

“I’m the little girl.”