All Chapters of My dreams, his reality (#1): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again.It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.At first, I simply thought that it was just a dream but as the days passed and I saw the same dream every night, my gut told me that I had to follow the white lady's instructions. Something in my being wanted to follow her directions. I didn't have a reasonable explanation for this feeling but it has created a dominating presence in my life these days.Ironically, it seemed Harper was too close and yet too far.He had gone back to making out with girls in full force. Whenever I saw him, he had a girl on his arm and was thus unapproachable.I was quite hesitant about approaching him in the first place. I didn't want him to th

I hate Harper because he always brought out a weak side of me, a side I have never been fond of. I have always been proud of the fact that I could school my emotions and stand tall whenever a problem came my way.But with him, all this control somehow goes down the drain. I never considered myself a control freak and I never wanted people to bow down to me, or listen to every word I say. The only thing I wanted was to never appear weak in front of anyone. I never wanted anyone to emotionally exploit me or know what was going on in my head.In short, I never wanted to be vulnerable in front of anyone. People take advantage of you if they come to know about the chinks in your armor and I didn't want that. I wasn't a superhero; I knew I had weaknesses but that doesn't mean I was keen on showing them to anyone. I would much rather prefer to don a carefree and strong mask like everyone else in the world.I rarely cried in front of anyone or because of anyone's actions. Well, except Harper.

Aiden was there, in my classroom, standing with a big box of chocolates and a bigger bouquet of red roses in his hands, right beside my designated seat. He was smiling and looked at me with so much admiration in his eyes, that my knees nearly buckled.I could practically hear the lyrics of Wildest Dreams in my head!That's right. These scenes only happen in movies and cliché teen novels. In real life, a girl like me only gets a cheap box of dark chocolates, a single red rose, and a letter on my desk.I walked ever so slowly to my seat, careful to avoid eye contact with everyone's inquisitive eyes.I put my bag down and grabbed the box of chocolates. You can't blame me, people. Turns out that they are not cheap. At all.I stuffed the single rose and the chocolate box in my bag. Without sniffing it, may I add.I opened the letter, which was torn out of a notebook. It was nothing extravagant, just simple words. Sure, as hell, wasn't expecting poetry.Meet me on the benches during the thi

Nat and Sam were on my case. Like literally. They had been privy to everything going on with Harper and wanted to know about every decision I made regarding him.But I was reluctant to tell them that he had asked me out on a date. But then again, I didn't want to hide anything from them.It was a futile battle. After I reached home, it took me a few minutes worth of debate with myself, and before I knew it, I had already called them on a conference call."What did you say when he asked you out?" Nat asked."Yeah, what did you say?" Sam asked."I said yes." There was a moment of silence. Silence of consideration and musing and after that came the debate. The debate was about whether saying yes to Harper was a good idea. A debate I had been having with myself and a debate in which I needed more clarity. A clarity only my best friends could give me.Nat gave me all the possible reasons why giving another chance to Harper was a bad idea. She listed the points I had in my mind and some mo

"Why did you choose a BMW?" Harper asked me. We had been playing 20 questions and we had been going back and forth for a few hours now and surprisingly, I was enjoying myself.Turns out Harper can be less of an idiot wanted to. Talked and laughed. And talked. And laughed. A lot.I giggled. "I think the question you should ask is, 'Why not a BMW'?" "You got me!" He threw his head back and laughed, his shoulder shaking which showed how genuine he was being right now.We had done eating our sandwiches some time ago. Delicious and my mouth watered just thinking about them. When I asked him about it, he told me he had his housekeeper make them. We had a can of Coke with the sandwiches and then ended up sharing a chocolate bar.Harper smiled at me and then checked his wristwatch. I knew it was time to leave. I checked my phone which showed that it was nearly 11:30. Holy moly! We had been talking for almost four hours straight and the conversation was never uncomfortable. There was never a d