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Black suit, black tie. White fabric and lilac flowers decorate the room. The room is flooded with people as they murmur to the ones beside them. I stand behind another sharply dressed David, already knowing where this is going to. Harry was at the front, looking just as beautiful as he was last night.

Harry stands at the alter, turning to face me to sympathetically smile, mouthing the words, "I'm sorry". His vision is then directed to the large doors as the music begins to play. This time, a man walks through the doors, dressed in a white suit. His heartthrob hair, and delicate eyes that could make anyone melt at the sight. As he approaches Harry, an ardent smile laid out on his face, adoration in both their eyes, I turn away and pinch my skin hoping to awake soon. My vision starts to fade into darkness.

I startle awake, sitting upright in my bed, my heart about to beat right out of my chest. The adoration in both their eyes killed me on the sight. What kind of dream was that?

As my sense come back to me, I realize it's dark and it's freezing. I'm covered in a cold, clammy sweat, making this situation worse than it already was. I look towards where Harry was and notice the window is wide open, letting the warm air rush out. Harry's sitting on the edge, his feet swinging over the ledge.

I scramble out of bed, rushing towards him. I'm about to touch him before retracting my hand. He doesn't want me to touch him. So, instead, I sit on the inside ledge of the window, ready to catch him if he falls.

It couldn't have been pass 6 o'clock in the morning but, the streets were as busy as ever. Darkness doesn't stop the morning rush. Darkness doesn't effect the outside.

Harry finally looks over at me, his face partly shadowed and a weary expression on his face.

"Did you sleep?" I whisper, almost not being able to hear my own voice. He glances down and shakes his head. My want to be normal isn't even as strong as how much I woud like to hug him right now. But I must respect his wishes.

"Come inside." I sigh, "please, please, please?"

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We sit at the hotel computer, making flight arrangments for tomorrow. I couldn't even look at him. Every time I do, I feel like I'm violating him. It's not like he notices me glancing at him anyways; he hasn't looked me straight in the eye since this morning. Now that I know his secret, he's blocked me off. Like he's done with every other emotion in his life.

"Flights at 12 in the mornin'." Harry says, standing up and going to the kitchen. I follow him, standing on the opposite side of the island.

"Are we not gonna talk, talk?" I ask as he reaches for a cup. He hesitates for a second before grabbing it. He continues to get his glass of water. I guess that answers my question.

I huff and walk back to the bedroom, sitting next to the window. I, again, watch the people down the street, wondering what their normal lives may be. Some of their priorites may be their kids or their career. Or may be they could be top secret spies looking for their next victim.

You just never know.

I sat there for a couple minutes, trying to see if I could figure out their lives just by their looks. It wasn't the easiet thing to do because all I could see is the top of their heads. Nonetheless, it passed the time.

"Here," Harry says, approaching me with a cup of hot chocolate. I smile at him, grateful. Hot chocolate seems to be our thing, lately. I look back down at the pedestrians.

He sits beside me, "whatcha doin'?"

"Trying to figure out their, their story," I point down to the people. He nods and sips his drink.

"I bet you he's allergic to mangos." Harry says pointing to a brown haired guy.

"Harry, I think you're the only one allergic to mango." We laugh together. The rest of the day being spent by the window.

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I watch the ceiling while I lay in my bed. I don't want to go to sleep; I don't want another one of those dreams. I don't want to see it repeated in my head over and over again and then have deja vu in real life. Now, that would be a true nightmare. Or would it be a daymare?

I hear shuffling to the bed next me before a soft voice is heard.

"You awake?"

"No."

"Okay, good." The lamp clicks on and I groan, covering my pillow over my face. Even if I it was daytime, that lamp is still too bright for me.

The bed moves as -I assume- Harry sits on it.

"Niall. Look at me." His voice sounds so fragile and low. I take the pillow off and have to take a double take as I see a shirtless Harry on my bed. Mother of God.

I'm not only saying that for his scars but his body is magnificent. He has a subtle outline of a toned six pack and all over it he has little indents of scars. The two largest scars are on his left side. One from his waist going up a little under a foot. The other is slashed across his stomach. The scars make him more real and don't make him less attractive. They make him look alluring, stunning, wonderful, and everything and anything in between.

"Holy cow-"

"Ugly?" He ask timidly.

"Beautiful." I hum, sitting upright to get a better look. His cheeks turn rosy as he turns to face away from me. I reach my hand out before hesitating. "May I?" He nods and takes a deep breath. I keep my hand in place.

He huffs from impatince and grabs my hand and places it on the large gash across his stomach and oh lord his skin is so warm and so soft. He flinches but, doesn't take my hand away. My hand feels a little numb from the excitement and how nervous I feel right now.

It feels... right.

I trace all of his scars, each part of is skin just as soft as the last.

"Okay, Niall. That's enough," he breathily laughs, taking my hand in his again and taking it off his dreamy skin. We sit beside each other, staring at each other.

Harry quickly kisses my forehead, turns off the lamp and slides back under his bed covers before I can even react to the kiss.

I beam, quietly saying 'good night' before I go under my own covers and close my eyes, knowing I couldn't possibly have another nightmare.

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