A/N: This chapter is dedicated to _SaveMe_, due to her having the first comment! COMMENT/VOTE/FAN :D...Somewhere Only We Know on the side -----> Listen to it on the side if you wish!

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Louis' POV

When I got into bed, I pulled the covers up to my chin, trying to fight away the cold sweeping through. The covers barely did the job, but they were all I had at the moment. My family and I had just moved into this house. Apparently, I used to live in here. I don't remember, though. The sound of glass breaking sounded in my ear. I pulled a pillow over my head, trying to muffle the sound. Sounds of tires screeching and metal grating with metal echoed throughout my head. I couldn't escape the horrific memory.

A strong amount of light flashed in front of my eyes, making me close them. The world around me was surrounded by flickering lights and loud sounds. My whole body flew forward, throwing me into the door. I felt numb from the neck down, but my head was pounding. When I opened my eyes, I saw flashing red lights shine through the window. In the corners of my eyes, blackness was forming, trying to trap me. I tried to fight it off, but something was holding me back. My eyes blinked rapidly. I hoped desperately that the feeling would go away. I felt like I was dying. But, I couldn't die this young. There was so much to my life still. So, I fought as hard as I could. I almost escaped the deep darkness. But it surrounded me, sucking me into this dark world where I was alone.

I flew up in bed, looking around the room. A cold sweat was making my pajamas stick to my skin. I could faintly hear the heart-stopping sounds. I flopped back down on the bed, slightly bouncing on the thick mattress. Above my bed, the fan was squeaking and whirring, creating a soft lullaby that made my eyes droop. Sleep crept on me, pulling me into its soft caress. In my dream, a soft voice was calling after me. As I scanned the area around me, green filled my sight. In the distance, a young boy continued to yell my name, almost in urgency.

Who was this boy?

"Louis! Louis!" They continued to yell. I tried to call back, but my throat was tight, preventing me from making any sound.

I shot up, again, and scanned my room, searching for the boy in my dreams. But there was no boy.

It was just a dream. I said trying to convince myself.

Just a dream. It was only just a dream, was it?

But, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just a dream. Something inside me said that there was some significance to the boy. And there was something strange with the constant green. The memory of the dream sent a round of shivers down my back.

Instead of thinking too hard on the topic, I rolled out of bed, quite literally. My bum hit the hard floor, sending a flash of pain through my body. I stood up and rubbed the offended skin. I walked over to the closet, looking through the limited amount of clothing I had. They were the few things that I had actually unpacked now. It's not like I have a lot of things anyways.

The clothing of choice I picked out was a band t-shirt. In cursive lettering was 'The Devil Wears Prada'. I don't particularly like that band, but the eagle holding a banner saying 'Handsome Wings, Left To Fade' was cool. I loved the design and lettering. Also, I pulled on some red skinny jeans. To complete it all, I slipped on a pair of black converse.

I walked into the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste. As I brushed my teeth with one hand, I ran the other through my hair, trying to tame the tousled mess. My fingers smoothed the crinkled mess. I fixed my hair with a brush and gel when it didn't lay just right.

When I reached the kitchen, I found my mom frying some eggs and bacon.

"Good morning, mom," I said cheerfully. She looked up for a second and sent me a tight smile.

"Hello, dear," she said in a low voice. I smiled and turned to the fridge, pulling out an apple. As I ate the apple, I asked my mom, "Did I know a boy when I was younger? And did anything about him have to do with green?" My mother, who was chopping onions and green peppers for potatoes, slammed the knife on the counter top, making me jump up. She twisted around and placed a fake smile on her face. "Not at all. You must have imagined some boy. Now, run along. Go to school. Buh-bye." She placed a firm kiss on my cheek and pushed me towards the door.

That was strange. My mom does treat me different than my half-sisters, but this was definitely weird. I grabbed my bag and headed out to where my bus-stop is supposed to be. There were already a couple kids standing in the cold wind. I pulled my hoodie closer to my body, trying to block away the cold. When the bus came up, I got on and sat next to a girl who reminded me of someone from Hollister.

I kept my gaze on the windshield, trying to remind myself that I wasn't going to get into another crash. The bus-driver was trained to drive kids to and from school safely. As I breathed deeply through my mouth, I felt a pair of eyes on my face. I looked over to see the girl staring at me.

"Hi! I know you're new, but I've seen you before, haven't I?" she asked, putting out her hand to shake mine. I grabbed it and shook gently.

"Yes, I am new. My name is Louis. Tomlinson. I used to live here, but moved, and now I'm back!" I said with a smile. She grinned and nodded her head. "Do you work at Hollister?" I asked, trying to remember where I had seen her before.

She nodded happily, her curled hair bouncing. One of her fingers curved around a piece and placed it behind her ear. "I do. I'm Eleanor, by the way. I'm a floor model there; fun job, really." I smiled.

When we arrived to the school, I continued talking to Eleanor. She was a sweet girl, really. When I couldn't find my classroom, Eleanor helped me. I turned up in English 2A late. The teacher, Mrs. Alexander, smiled, though, and pulled me to the front of the class. I scanned the classroom. There were a lot of students that looked half-asleep. But, my eyes caught on curly hair and bright, green eyes almost piercing mine. My breath caught in throat. The memory of my dream ran through my mind, pulling me into thousands of thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Alexander asked, eyeing me suspiciously. I nodded, not wanting to worry my new teacher. She smiled and said, "Well, introduce yourself." I was caught by surprise. I didn't really have anything to say.

"Well, I'm Louis Tomlinson and I used to live here, and then moved. But, now, here I am," I muttered to my peers who didn't give two shits what I had to say. In my peripheral vision, I could see the curly-haired lad stiffen. It rendered as strange to me.

When class had finished, I made a quick escape to my locker, not wanting to deal with a large sea of students. I was new here, and it seemed like everyone else knew their way around here, so they wouldn't really understand my confusion. I would've succeeded if that one boy didn't stop me with a tight grip around my wrist. I flinched slightly, not expecting someone to do so. When I turned, I found myself surprised, for this complete stranger wrapped his long arms around my waist, burying his head into my neck.

"I missed you, Lou!" He said pulling me closer. I patted his back awkwardly, not expecting this intimacy. When he realized I wasn't hugging back, he loosened his grip to look my in the eyes with pained, confused ones. "Lou?"

I took in a deep breath and furrowed my eyebrows together. "Do I know you?"

Written by: @breethebree