Chapter 6:

"Harry!" I laughed. "Stop, that's not going to work!"

"Yes it is, just you watch." Harry winked at me.

"Louis' gonna kill you." I warned, laugh still pouring out my my mouth.

"No, he loves me too much." Harry responded, twirling the Sharpie around in his fingers. I rolled my eyes but watched on in amusement as he uncapped it and neared Louis' sleeping figure.

"What the hell is he doing?" Niall inquired, stepping into the room and wrapping an arm around my waist. I turned to him and put my finger to my lips, motioning him to be quiet. I nodded towards Harry who was drawing intricate designs all over Louis face. 

"How is he sleeping through this?" Niall quirked an eyebrow.

"He's always been a heavy sleeper." I giggled.

"There, finishing touch." Harry smirked while designing a mustache over Louis pink lips. Harry immediately jumped back when Louis started to wake up. His eyes fluttered open and he stretched out. His sleepy blue eyes turned to us as we laughed. Harry snapped a picture on his iPhone.

"Don't want to know." Louis grumbled sleepily, walking out of the room. Niall, Harry and I all laughed before following him out of the room.

*****

I woke up groggily, pressing a hand to my head. That was a strangely realistic dream. I tried to memorize every detail. looked at the clock and realized I had been sleeping for the past seven hours. The boys would definitely be back by now. I maneuvered around to situate myself in the wheelchair. I was so ready for my leg to be healed already, this wheelchair was causing way too much difficulty. I grabbed the iPhone that was apparently mine and sent Louis a quick text to tell him I was heading to his room. I then wheeled myself as best I could through to the room across mine and knocked. The door opened revealing a messy haired Lou.

"We're heading out for dinner. You ready?" He asked, not even letting me inside the room before him and the boys trailed outside. Niall had declared himself as my pusher, so he positioned behind me and started pushing me down the hall. We both reached the elevator laughing and breathless.

"Where are we going?" I questioned as we reached a van in the back. I heard the faint screams of girls and was astounded once again at how big One Direction was.

"Dunno." Liam grinned.

"I think we should get some McDonalds." Niall suggested. The rest of us chorused agreement. The car erupted into three separate conversations. I tried clearing my voice to get their attention but they weren't listening.

"Guys?" Still not listening. "Guys?" I repeated. "Guys?!" Nope. "GUYS!"

"Wha?" They all turned to me with wide eyes.

"I.. I had a dream while I was sleeping.. And something about it doesn't seem dreamish.." I started awkwardly, unsure exactly how to phrase it. They nodded in encouragement. "We were in a dressing room type thing.. There was a couch and Louis was asleep, Harry and I were laughing and then Niall showed up. Then Harry drew on Louis' face, and didn't realize it until after the interview thing was over.. Was I just having a weird dream or.." 

"You remember that?" Harry's voice held excitement.

"Remember? So that really did happen?" I asked, feeling hope bubble up in my stomach.

"That was about a month ago." Louis sent a glare in Harry's direction to which he just smirked.

"Is that all?" Zayn asked, hope clear on all five boys faces.

"Yeah.." I replied slowly, deciding to not mention that Niall had been acting a little too friendly. The memory flashed through my mind again, the comfort of Niall's arm settled on my waist. The way his fingers held my hip kinda tightly and the brilliant, almost loving, smile he had given me. 

"This causes for celebration! Paul!" Louis yelped, getting the attention of Paul who was driving, "Take us to a nice restaurant!"

"Which one?" Paul shot back.

"It doesn't matter." Louis replied with a shrug of his shoulders before pulling me into a awkward car side hug. 

*****

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom." I informed them after we had ordered. We were at a restaurant called Prancers and it was one of those semi formal places. I excused myself from the table and started wheeling my way down to the restrooms. I finished my business and just stared in the mirror for a bit. It was the same sight I was used too, I just looked older. I had a few cuts and bruises from the accident, but nothing too scary. The last two days had been a crazy whirlwind for me, I was unsure exactly of what was happening. I knew something huge had happened in the last two years and it bothered me to no end that I had no clue what it was. The millions of possibilities ran through my head. Why would I be traveling with the boys instead of being at home? Was there something at home I couldn't deal with? Were there memories I couldn't handle? I sighed, washing my hands thoroughly again before wheeling myself out. I slowed down when I reached our table, realizing they hadn't noticed me yet.

"Ni, you okay?" Liam asked, looking carefully at the blonde boy. I was confused as to why they were all suddenly so forlorn.

"Yeah, I just miss her." Niall sighed. 

"It'll come back. I know it, you gu-"

"Hey Brooklyn!" Zayn said really loudly, cutting Louis off. I was met by four sets of shocked eyes.

"Seems like I'm interrupting a tense moment." I raised an eyebrow at them as I wheeled up to the table. They all shared what seemed to be a guilty look. "Who are you missing, Niall?" I decided to try and lighten the mood up a bit.

"Uhhhh.." Niall looked at the boys for help. They simply shrugged. "No one."

"Why do I feel like I'm missing out on something big?" I raised an eyebrow at them. Before they had time to respond, our food got placed on the table.

"Yum, chicken." Zayn mumbled awkwardly before starting in on his meal.