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Dreaming Of You // If I'm Still Dreaming

'You should know by now'

“Here. Jeanne’s number,” Louis said placing a white piece of paper on the table in front of me. He had just arrived from England and we were in Madrid, locked inside a hotel room. Fans were hardcore there; they had taken over the place, but the outside was just as the gates of hell.105 degrees, at least. So it was impossible to step a foot on the street. It was so extremely hot we sent them drinks to prevent them to die of dehydration.

“How? When?” I mumbled, confused, grabbing the paper in my hands and looking at it closely. So many numbers, with Jeanne on the other end… My heart raced and I glanced towards Louis. He had his arms folded over his chest.

“Stan got it from the super nice lady secretary, Madeleine, when I was on the airplane–––he explained. He completely won her over.”Stan Lucas… I’d never be able to repay him everything he had done for me. “They’re not on holidays just yet at La Sorbonne–––Louis snickered. Ring her…” He gestured with his hand.

“No, I can’t,” I muttered, my eyes fixed on the piece of paper.

“Why not?” Louis blurted.

“She didn’t give it to me herself. It won’t be right…” He rolled his eyes.

“You are so head over heels for her you just want to play along–––he grinned mischievously. OK, you are meeting her in just a few days. Maybe it’s not the time to act too bold.” I shrugged, the paper tightly gripped between my fingers. “But tell me–––he said cheekily. If we had gotten this brilliant idea the first day, when you arrived to Amsterdam as an absolute madman, would you have called her?” I glanced on the paper again. I wished we had thought about it sooner.

“Yes,” I admitted. Of course I would. It was hard enough to control myself and not to call her right there and then.

“Give me your mobile,” Louis grumbled, coming to sit next to me. I handed him my iPhone. He took the piece of paper and began to add her contact. My heart narrowed. “Done. I’m sure she’ll give it to you soon, so act as if you didn’t have it already,” he claimed, glimpsing at me. He was a hopeless romantic, thinking I would feel her suddenly closer to me as soon as I got her number on my list. He was so right…

“How’s El?” I asked him, shyly smiling. There was harshness in the back of his eyes that hadn’t faded away with his trip to England.

“She’s fine… It was a lovely ceremony, and she was lovely and proud–––he told me, grimacing and playing with my iPhone between his fingers. And I’m very proud of her too.”

“Good,” I said, but I knew he wasn’t OK. Trying to force him to speak was pointless.

“Lads,” Niall mumbled, entering our reserved area in the hotel.

“What’s happening, Horan? You look all hot and bothered…–––Louis scoffed. Have you been jacking off to Jeanne’s smut?”

“Louis!” I snapped, ripping my iPhone out of his hands. He half shut his eyes.

“No–––Niall smirked. Not just now…” He glimpsed at me, grinning devilishly. They were just teasing me as always.

“Suckers,” I mumbled between clenched teeth. They both laughed loudly at me.

“Where is your sense of humour, Harry? Niall complained lightly, shaking my shoulder.

“Under Jeanne’s thumb,” Louis groaned.

“I was at the balcony greeting the girls–––Niall explained. Liam and Zayn are just coming up and we’re heading for the stadium.” Louis and I nodded. Niall turned away to leave the area but changed his mind in the middle of his movement. “Hey, Harry, speaking of Jeanne, anything new on your idea to buy a flat in Paris?”

“Are you going to buy a flat in Paris?” Louis snapped, scrunching his face at me.

“I’ve been sort of thinking about it…” He raised an eyebrow to me.

“Yeah, someone is in luv…” Niall mocked me prolonging the ‘u.’ I just flicked my hand at him.

“She won’t like it–––Louis warned me. So you better keep it to yourself.” I frowned, because I didn’t like the tone of his voice. There we were again, fighting over Jeanne in the most surreal way.

“Why would you say that?”

“Well, knowing Jeanne–––he asserted–––I could say she’d come up with some sort of speech about how evil capitalists like you go to Paris to increase the price of the land.” I slightly shook my head ‘no’ in disbelief. What was his whole attitude? But I didn’t want to carry on with that game anymore.

“You don’t know Jeanne, pal.”

“Are you saying that to me? To me? The guy who guessed everything about her?–––Louis blurted, acting offended, and turned away dismissively. Don’t fool yourself, Harry–––he told with a mocking tone. Of course I know her. We all know her because we’ve been reading her for so long.” He looked at me intently by the end of his words, almost in defiance. I rolled my eyes at him. “And Harry, I’ve been trying to help you here… Quit that possessive boyfriend attitude. It won’t work with Jeanne–––he shook his head. You should know by now.”

“Whatever, Louis,” I grumbled, standing up, and left to join Liam and Zayn at the balcony to greet the fans before leaving.

–.–.–

Tomorrow… I return to Paris tomorrow. Liam explained me it’s the French National Day, and that’s the reason Jeanne wants to remain in town until the next day. She’s going to see the parade with her friends in the morning. She’s unbelievable… I can actually picture her with her little French flag and a black beret. Well, I don’t think she’ll be wearing a black beret on a summer day, but I enjoy imagining her like that. So much. I wonder if she owns a black beret…

We’ll be leaving to Sainte-Mesme on Thursday morning if I didn’t kill her first with all the kisses and hugs I’ve been saving for her. I haven’t told her yet I got box seats at the Opera to see ‘La bohème’ the previous night to my departure. I want to surprise her, and I don’t really want to think of my departure already. I know I’ll have plenty of time to worry about that.

I have everything set to attend Johannah’s wedding. It’ll be a bit tricky but I’m pretty confident Pat and I will make it on time. We have done weirder things together. I’m glad he’s sort of thrilled about his own season in the French countryside. As he said himself, much better than chasing me through car parks in LA. And I know he is curious about meeting Jeanne too. He had been listening about her so much. I think they’ll get along just well. He’s discreet and easy-going and Jeanne, well, Jeanne is just Jeanne… The boys think they know her, but you don’t really know Jeanne until you meet her in person.

“Goal!” Niall screams, taking me out of my thoughts. I suddenly land on this lounge area where everyone except El and Zayn are watching the extra time. I look at the telly. It seems Germany will be winning the World Cup. It isn’t very surprising after what they did to Brazil the other day. Anyway, I couldn’t care less.

“Fucking Mario Götze,” Louis grumbles, shaking his head ‘no,’ and claps his mouth with both hands, probably preventing himself for cursing too much. I didn’t know he was supporting Argentina but I guess he likes the Germans even less.

“Ten minutes and Germany will have four World Cups. Sick!” Niall complains.

“Well, who cares, Niall? It’s not that Ireland is competing in number…” Louis ironises. Niall clenches his teeth to him, and he giggles in response.

“What time is our flight tomorrow, Liam?” I ask glancing at him as I hold him by the shoulder.

“We leave to the airport at eleven o’clock–––Liam replies, bringing his bottle to toast with me. I’m glad the Twitter thing is over, mate–––he says turning away. They already forgot about the whole affair.” Yeah, he kept checking on that.

“Yeah,” I mumble offhandedly, taking a sip of my beer.

We all stare at the giant screen telly. Niall and Louis are sitting on the edge of the sofa, shaking their arms in the air from time to time, doing small bounced every time an Argentinean player catches the ball. It’s useless. Germany is going to win this match. That Leo Messi is a total bluff when he plays for his country. As the minutes go by frustration rises amongst my band mates. The referee just finishes the match and Louis and Niall grab their heads, falling against the sofa.

The German team celebrate on the telly. It has been a while we haven’t been on the telly ourselves, luckily. They can say what they want but 1D Day was freaking annoying. Well, not the time we were on camera, but the rest of the day was. I glance at Louis, who’s looking at his iPhone. He’s probably posting his discontent on Twitter trying not to alienate the German fans.

“Jeanne is twitting…” He mumbles quietly. At his words I can’t help but jump and straighten up, releasing Liam from my grip.

“How do you know that?–––I blurt out. Did you follow her? I told you not to!” He never listens to me!

“I did it but with my secret account…” Louis explains with a snicker. Niall is peeping on his mobile from above his shoulder.

“What secret account?” I ask, confused.

“The one I created to follow her,” he claims candidly.

“What?” I snap. I just can’t believe him. I let my back fall against the sofa, defeated. “Just unfollow her,” I groan.

“No, that would be rude!” Louis giggles.

“Oh, cut it off, Harry–––Liam intervenes in a casual tone. Don’t be so possessive, mate. You follow our girlfriends and anyone makes a big deal out of it.” Yes, but they have been around forever. And the boys know me. I never acted suspiciously with any one of them. Louis is just doing this to pick on me or because he’s obsessed with Jeanne. I hate both scenarios.

“Yeah, I don’t even have the girlfriend but he’s right–––Niall asserts, amused. I’m doing the same. The only difference is that I already have a secret account,” he beams, rubbing his palms together. My band mates are psychos. “What is she saying?”

“I don’t know because she’s writing in German,” Louis mutters, fixed on his iPhone.

“German! Hot!” Niall pushes his fist to the air and I roll my eyes, shaking my head ‘no.’ Some time apart we’ll be good for us.

“By the hashtags I can say it’s about the World Cup,” Louis explains.

“God, Harry, her latest tweets were all about football too–––Niall grins at me. She’s like the perfect woman…” Liam and Louis chuckle in unison. I take my iPhone from my pocket and begin to look on Twitter too. God, focused on the guys who hit on her I didn’t notice that. It’s just so irritating they are so pending on Jeanne.

“The previous one was about the match, and before that, about the semifinals and France losing to Germany–––I remark. So this one is probably about Germany actually winning,” I try to settle the matter.

“I bet she was supporting Germany,” Niall elbows Louis.

“Yeah, she likes the country,” I say curtly.

“And the Germans,” Liam retorts. I hadn’t even noticed he was checking his mobile too. “Especially some German goalkeeper… Oh, that’s him,” he says pointing at the telly. I glance at the guy standing next to Messi and holding some sort of trophy between his hands. I look at the screen of my iPhone to get what Liam is implying. “She just said something about him winning that award, the Golden Glove.” Yeah, there’s the hashtag. I glimpse at the boys. They seem puzzled. I return my attention to the telly. God, the German guy looks gigantic next to Messi. And Messi looks sick. Poor guy.

“Maybe she knows him,” Niall mumbles.

“How would she know him?” Louis retorts, squinting at him.

“I don’t know–––Niall shrugs. Probably she’s just a fan…” They all turn to look at me as synchronised. And I glare. I glare. If gazes could kill… “Oh, oh; wrong words…”

“He doesn’t want Jeanne to be a fan of anyone else…” Louis slowly shakes his head from side to side. Is he enjoying this? “Especially not a 6-foot-5 German goalkeeper,” he chants. Oh, yes. He is enjoying it.

“What are you talking about?” Eleanor asks appearing from behind the sofa in her pyjamas.

“Hey, babe–––Louis tell her softly, reaching out for her. Jeanne just wrote something on Twitter about that guy–––he points at the telly. German goalkeeper.” Yeah, behave all innocent, cynic.

“Hmm, he’s cute,” El asserts as she comes closer. I scrunch my face. Does she find him cute? He’s a dull German weirdo. “What’s his name?” Eleanor sits on the sofa cuddling to Louis. He holds her by the shoulder. Am I imagining this entire obsession thing?

“Manuel Neuer, from Bayern Munich,” he says to her ear. Yeah, I know who the guy is. His team kicked Manchester United out from the last Champions League. El watches the telly closely.

“She has a nice taste. Sorry, Harry,” she shrugs at me, and gestures with her hands. Are they saying Jeanne fancies him now? How did they come up with that?

“It’s just something about the World Cup,” I flick my hand at her. Liam pats my knee reassuringly. “Who cares?”

“I care–––El states. I’m following him on Twitter.” She and her boyfriend are the same.

“But baby!” Louis snaps, dejected. She ignores him and begins to type on her mobile. I raise my eyebrows at him with a cheeky grin, and he just does an annoyed grimace.

“You know I like footballers…” El mumbles, all caught up on the task. Niall can’t help but chuckle. Yeah, she’s good.

“What will people say?–––Louis exclaims with a hint of frustration. He’s German…”

“Well, I know what your fans will say and I don’t care–––El ironises. And for him–––she giggles. I bet he doesn’t even know who you are, so I’m just another football fan drooling over him…” We all laugh at Louis’ expression. “And why were you spying on Jeanne?” Don’t make me start on that one.

–.–.–

Notes

Football! Europe's greatest passion! I dedicate this chapter to my lovely new friend @EleanorRigby ;) Well, what do you think? Is it possible to know people by their writing? I really want to know you opinion about the matter! So don't forget to comment!

OK, what lovely feedback this story received yesterday! I love Saturdays! And we got three more votes! Thank you, wonderful new friends! I'd love to hear your voice :) If we keep this rhythm I promise a daily update! Come on, you want to know everything about those holidays they're going to share, starting next chapter! Who's excited about Harry's season in France? I am, for sure. Been working my heart out in this. Let's make it worthy! Don't be shy, leave a comment, click on the tenth star, and hit subscribe.

And if you were wondering about Manuel Neuer, you can catch a glimpse of him here. Enjoy.

Thank you, everybody, for sharing your time with us. Love you all.

Comments

miss you a lot friend,
message me sometime if you have the chance ❤️

You promised you would never make us wait for an update that long again... *cries*

Hello,

I hope your life is everything that you want it to be. It seems like the past couple of months have really changed my perspective of the world, and how much you need to appreciate the little things in life. You never know when life will snatch them away from you.

I have really appreciated all that you have done for me. I miss your constantly developing plot, and your infinitesimal points of detail. In other words, I miss this story so much.

I feel like so much has happened since the last time you updated. I hope you know that I am always eagerly awaiting your next chapter. Even if it's 5 years from now, and I am a fully licensed Speech Language Pathologist, I will try my best to keep up my support. Maybe next year while I am studying abroad in Italy you will find the motivation to continue. Who knows what's going to happen. Maybe I should take the quote from the t-shirt I am currently wearing. "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know you're gonna get."

Thanks,
Morgan

Morgan__Who Morgan__Who
2/13/18

Oh no, and then the moment came there's no next chapter anymore! What do I have to do with my spare time now?!
On a serious note: I loved loved looooooved your story so far. I loved the way the sequel wasn't the same as 'Dreaming of you'. Another timeset, other places, other people getting involved, and the tension being build up from the beginning till now. Their 'relationship' didn't went back to the way things were in France 4 years ago, it needed time to get together again and in a different way (happy about their love right now, but after 111 chapters I know things can change...). I really loved the way you wrote about Mark Owen as being Jeanne's 'Boyband crush'. I've been such a big fan of Take That and Mark was my first true love when I was 11 or so. His picture was hanging above my bed, wich I kissed goodnight every night. (I guess I've just spilled my age, haven't I? ;-) )
When I read the last comments, I think your last update was from 2 months ago. I really hope you can find the time, the energy and the inspiration to finish this story, because I'm hooked! Give me a warning when you'll write a book, I will be in front of the bookstore, waiting!

Love, Leah



leah leah
7/17/17

Dear You,

I've started reading this story two days ago. From the very first chapter I'm hooked and I can't stop reading. I don't want to go out, I don't want to sleep, I just want to read. Not to know how it will end actually, because I don't want it to end! So I try to find a balance between reading fast en making it last a little bit longer. I'm a fan of Harry from the day Sign of the times has released, so I have a lot of catching up to do. When you mention a song or a situation with One Direction, I look for it on Google or YouTube. So you're helping me to get to know the world of Harry and 1D, thank you for that! I've been to Paris a couple of times, It's such a beautiful city. I have good, romantic, memories of the times I've been there. You're writing about the city is so accurate and lively, it feels I'm there again by reading. My heart nearly broke for Harry and Jeanne when I read the last chapter of Dreaming of you. Happy to know there's a sequel, I going to start reading that now. I just wanted to write you this, because in the notes below the chapters you seem like a very nice, caring person. Thank you for writing such a beautiful story! (I hope my writing makes sence, English isn't my native language so I know I make a lot of mistakes. I'm sorry!)
Love, Leah

leah leah
7/15/17