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Dreaming Of You // If I'm Still Dreaming

'Dream on'

[WARNING: Adult content below. Read at your own discretion.]

No, it couldn’t just be a dream… It felt so real. Maybe it had been what they call a ‘vivid dream,’ that kind of dream you feel as if it is actually happening. My mind refused the idea. She must have been there with me… I was still able to feel her touch in my hands. I glanced at them, frowning in confusion. I remembered falling into bed as naked as I was. I approached my nose to my bicep, glimpsing at the big pillow by my side. When I was about to jump over it to look for a trace of her scent I sensed my iPhone vibrating somewhere around the bed. I had texted her… I turned around to search it, and immediately found it under some other pillows. I noticed I had tons of missing calls and messages, but I just answered the phone, even if it wasn’t either Jeanne or Louis, but Niall.

“Mate–––he blurted. You better hurry.”

“What’s going on, Niall?” I said, getting suddenly nervous.

“Jeanne… She’s leaving.”

“Is she here?” I let out, relieved, my heart bouncing inside my chest.

“What are you talking about, mate?–––Niall grumbled. Come to the common area right now!”

“Stop her! Do anything but, please, just stop her,” I pleaded.

“Yeah, we are trying…” We?

In my life I had quite a few tumultuous awakenings, but until date no one could overshadow that one. For a moment I truly feared it all had been just a dream, but then it wasn’t, and the happiness I was experiencing when I jumped off from the bed and put on some boxers couldn’t be named another way but childish. Grabbing a white T-shirt I rushed through the door, and ran to the common area while putting it on. Everybody I came across with glanced at me as if I was crazy. I was.

Once I got there I found a circle of people I recognised as mainly the minders, but Jeanne and Niall were nowhere in sight. For a second I pictured the worse scenario, Jeanne rushing out the hotel and Niall trying to follow her… But he would have called me and I had nothing new on my phone. Trying to regain my normal breathing I walked up to them. When they acknowledged me some of them turned around to glance at me, and someone even patted my back. My heart stopped beating. In the middle was Jeanne, standing next to Niall. So that was what he meant when he said ‘we’… God, she was even more beautiful than ever in that long sleeves, tight bodice dress, massaging her hair, with her dreamy gaze and that after sex glow on her skin. My stomach churned. How could I crave for her so much? Of course they were all surrounding her. She was absolutely mesmerising.

Niall noticed my presence before she did and moved anxiously on his spot. Jeanne seemed to know something was happening from his reaction and looked towards where I was standing. She was trying to sneak out of me, so it was foolish to expect a loving gaze. Why the hell was she trying to do so? We needed to clear things up. I stepped towards her and Niall glanced away, but nobody seemed to go anywhere. In fact, the word that Jeanne was there must have spread, so they just kept arriving, first Liam and Zayn, then the 5SOS’ boys all together… God, Jeanne wasn’t going to enjoy that. At least my mother and Gemma were missing, and Louis, conveniently. I bet that bastard hadn’t the guts to face me.

I only wanted to take her out of there, but they were all acting like annoying blowflies. Liam quickly greeted her and they started to talk. Oh, he was thrilled, for sure. And was Pat standing next to her as if he was her minder and holding her clutch bag for her? Zayn seemed unable to control his anxiety and stepped into the conversation, and then Ashton, who brought her a plate of cucumber sandwiches… Cucumber sandwiches? It was enough.

“This life has nothing of glamorous, as you may see,” Liam was saying when I approached them in my boxers. Thank you, Mr. Thoughtful Payne, for the reminder. Of course my life had nothing of glamorous, always surrounded by thousands of meddling people! Jeanne giggled and turned around as she felt my hand in hers. Her gaze was nothing I could read.

“Let's go,” I spoke to her ear, pulling from her.

“Harry, don’t be rude–––Zayn interrupted me, slightly pushing me apart. She’s talking to us. Wait for your turn.”

“Yes, Harry–––Ashton carried on cockily. Go get dressed or something.” And he put the plate on my hands. I squinted at him. It was just absurd. I didn’t even know what to say, but for a fact I wasn’t going to leave her there with them. I moved away to get rid of the plate, absolutely dazed.

“Harry, if you manage to fool her you could have the most beautiful babies,” Niall said in a cheeky tone, his arms folded across his chest. I hadn’t realised he was still around, but of course he wouldn’t be going anywhere as long as she’d be there.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I frowned, turning to glance at her. She was smiling at those three fools plus Michael, who had joined them and was practically drooling. A bit far away I noticed Luke and Calum, pointing at her. What the hell were they saying about her? And then the minders too! They caught me watching and started to make all kind of gestures at me.

“I don’t understand,” I mouthed, shaking my head ‘no’ ironically.

“I can’t believe–––Charlie mouthed as well, pointing at his head–––she put that mouth–––he pointed at Jeanne, and then at his mouth–––around your dick,” he finished pointing at me and doing a very inappropriate movement with his hand. They were the worse.

“She did–––I mouthed again, asserting with my index and then pointing at Jeanne. And she loves it,” I continued emphatically.

“Dream on,” they all gestured rolling their hands at the same time, cackling and teasing amongst one another at the end. I twisted my mouth, annoyed. Niall elbowed me, lifting his finger at them to be sure I didn’t miss the message. I glared at him, and looked towards Jeanne hopelessly. Was she punishing me purposely denying me her attention?

“You look like a mess, mate,” Calum told me, patting my chest as he and Luke approached us. I instinctively led my hand to my hair. I had to admit to myself my attire was rather improper to be in public. But I wasn’t going to back off of their taunt.

“I’m sorry to offend your sensibility–––I said in sarcasm, showing off shamelessly. But I was just shagging that beauty over there…” Niall and Luke couldn’t refrain a giggle, and Calum snickered. God, I was a total dick. That was so, so out of place.

“Too bad we didn’t get to hear her last night–––he whinged in irony. What happened, Henry? Didn’t you deliver competently?” He teased. Niall was getting red, holding back his laughter by my side. I shot him a dejected glimpse.

“I don’t think she has nothing to complain about,” I tilted my head at him. Why couldn’t I just stop the cockfight? “We just kept it quiet because we knew you creeps were outside…” And as soon I pronounced the words I sensed the sudden silence and glanced to my left, feeling as a gigantic arse. How couldn’t I notice she had headed my way? Oh, yes. I was too engrossed in being a jerk. Strangely she had a smirk on her lips.

“I need a word with this… gentleman,” Jeanne said, reaching for my wrist. I beamed, winking at them once she turned away, and pleasantly confirmed that some jaws had dropped. We began to make our way to my room amidst the general acclaim.

“Aren’t you going to ask what that was all about?” I spoke to her ear, not very sure if it was a clever move. Jeanne glimpsed at me and smiled lightly over her shoulder.

“I know exactly what all was about…–––she whispered almost imperceptibly, battering her eyelashes in the most flirtatious way. You were bragging in front of your buddies.” Her hand slipped from my wrist until she grabbed mine, and I quickly entwined my fingers on hers.

“They were picking on me.” She just laughed. “Are you mad?” I asked once we arrived to my door.

“Actually I find it rather hot,” she muttered as she pushed me inside after glancing to the sides, but her gaze lingered for a moment in the direction of the common area.

When we got inside we stood in the middle of the distance between the edge of the bed and the door. Jeanne dropped her clutch bag and I sensed something was storming in her brain. Staring into my eyes she stepped back, losing her flat shoes and slowly lifted the skirt of her midi dress. I was glancing at her astonished, but as soon as I realised what was on her mind I began to twitch inside my boxers. I caught a sight of her pale thighs and it was the moment of the underground in Paris all over again. Jeanne held the hem of her knickers and flicked her hips to ease the garment down, her eyes locked with mine the whole time. She was being serious.

And as always happened when Jeanne was involved, my body took absolute control. I rushed to her, and capturing her between my arms I pushed her against the door, cushioning the bump with my forearms. My lips reached for her mouth avidly. God, I was so besotted with her kisses. They made my insides melt.

“Are you sure?–––I murmured as I pulled off from our kiss. They might be outside.” I noticed the familiar twinkle in her eyes.

“They have their ears pressed to this door…” She whispered, her hands tugging at my boxers. “If we do they’ll back off for good.” I smirked in complicity. She had a naughty mind full of good intentions.

“I’ll make you come in just one minute,” I said quietly in a loop-sided grin, as I caressed and wrapped her leg around my waist.

“I know,” she claimed as she wrapped the other and pushed her back to the door to jump over me.

And after that everything became blurry. I grabbed her by the bum and slid myself inside her. We hissed in unison, but I wasn’t going to give them the pleasure to hear her. As I kissed her and I began to thrust the door started trembling. I was so turned on I wouldn’t need much. Once I began to rock harder, the door started banging. All I could think of was the surprise they might have gotten when instead of moaning a door crackled in their heads. I was almost able to picture them jumping away but standing in the middle of the corridor in confusion and disbelief. God, Jeanne… How could she be like this? They would never know for sure if it was us fucking or just teasing them by moving the door from the other side.

Not to scream when we reached our climax was utterly difficult, but I was taking a liking on holding back my breath. Somehow it made sex become more intense, if that was even possible. Still panting against her mouth, where I had been stifling my noises, I opened my eyes. Her eyes were wide shut, and her cheeks, completely flushed. I loved to watch her after she came. Before she opened her eyes she smiled. My heart knew it was because she sensed I was looking at her. I giggled foolishly. What else could I do? I was happy.

–.–.–

Notes

Chaos, banter, teasing, but some things are clear as water. Theories?

I'm taking my time to tell this particular part because it's so related to the ending I want you to feel it completely. What will be happening next chapter? You just have to wait and see...

Thank you, everyone, for sharing your time with this story. If you haven't yet, click the tenth star and become a friend. The ending is getting nearer and writing has become harder. I ask you a bit of patience :) Your comments, messages, votes and subscriptions help me a lot to carry on. So I'm very grateful, and I 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