I snapped awake. What the hell? What the fuck was One Direction? And why were Harry and his cute friends in it? And more importantly, Harry could sing?!? I don't know but I was gonna find out. Just then I remembered what the boys told me. They said Harry loved me. I was thankful for them. I hoped they would come around more often. Just then I heard the strumming of a guitar. But it immediately stopped when I opened the door.

"Oh you're awake. Did I wake you?" Harry asked.

"No no. You're fine." I said.

I sat on the couch. And watched tv. He was on the other side of the couch. The couch wasn't that big but ther was a bit space in between us.

"I made you pancakes" he said.

"Oh I was wondering what smelled delicious." I said as I got up to grab the pancakes.

I sat back down. And I accidentally sat closer than I was before. I started to move over but he put his hand on my knee.

"I don't bite love" he said. So I stayed in the same position. When I was done Harry took my plate to the sink. I walked around the house lolling at pictures on the wall. I stumbled upon Harry's room. I thought I was staying in his room the whole time but I wasn't. My eyes fell upon the guitar. I started to play the song from my dream. I think it was called 'Moments'? I began to sing it.

"Shut the door. Turn the light off. I wanna be with you. I wanna feel your love..."

"That's a lovely song." Harry said, "Did you write it?"

I chuckled lightly. "Sorta" I said as I strummed the guitar again.

"What do you mean?" he asked clearly baffled.

"Well I had a dream. And that song was in it. But it's not a song that was written by someone." he nodded deep in thought.

He was intrigued by the concept of a song coming to you in a dream.

"And who was singing it..the song..in your dream I mean." he said breaking the silence.

"Oh that would be One Direction." I said as crease fell on his forehead as he frowned.

"I don't think I've heard of them." he said he took out his phone to look it up.

My hand fell upon his wrist.

"They're no real" I giggled, "One Direction in my dream was made up of you and your friends that you sent to babysit me yesterday."

"What?" he laughed, "Ha me singing?"

"Have you ever tried?" I asked

"Well no.." he frowned.

"Can you?" I asked.

"Um I don't know about that." he said as I looked down.

"Ok well can I get a pencil and paper?" I asked.

"For what?" he said as he went to his drawer.

"So I can write down the song for when you're ready to try singing."

"Ok" he said.
***
I got out the shower. I forgot my clothes so I wrapped myself in a towel I walked out of the bathroom. And across the hall to Harry's room. I knocked lightly on the opened door. I could see that he was reading my song.

"Harry are you going to take me back home?" I asked carefully so I don't upset him.

"No" he said, "I don't want you to leave!" he started to shout.

But I remained calm.

"Harry, I was only asking since you're not gonna take me home can I borrow some of your clothes."

"Oh" he said as his eyes softened.

"Here you go" he handed my his boxers and a shirt.

I started to walk back to my room but he pulled me back. He suddenly kissed me. Then he pulled away.

"Your mum" he started, "She seemed like she was...distant"

I sighed. I knew this would come sooner or later.

"Harry" I said taking a deep breath, "When I was younger...my mum...she had a drug problem...but she's better now. She goes to church. She went to rehab. She's fine now." I said with tears streaming down my face.

Notes

Guys this chapter and next chapters will include some thing that are based on my life like the drug addiction the rehab. That really happened to my mom.