*Andy's P.O.V*

Gasping for air, I jolt awake. Ever since we got to England for the second part of our tour I've been having nightmares, and all of them have on thing in common.

A girl.

I don't know who she is, I've never seen her in my life, but she has this long black curly hair, green eyes, and tattoos littering her body. She almost seems too perfect to actually exist. I don't think anybody could actually be that beautiful, but apparently my mind thinks otherwise. But there's a few questions burning in the back of my head.

'Why am I having these dreams? Who is she? Is she real?'

That's always my first thought when I wake up. But this time when I woke up it was different, like I do know her, and I just don't realize it yet. But I know I don't.

'But you will,' A little voice in the back of my head says, but I shake that thought away. She doesn't exist. She's just someone my mind made up. She has to be someone I just made up. If she was real then what would that mean?

"Fuck," I mutter to myself, and get up and get dressed. I need to stop thinking about this, so I walk out of my hotel room, and start taking a walk.

About half a mile later, I come across a small diner and walk in. I'm starving, so I might as well eat, I think to myself as I go to sit down at a booth.

"Hello, can I get you anything?" Asks an older woman, with a notepad in her hand. I just smile at her and ask her for water and pancakes. She wrote it down, then she smiled at me and walked away. I then pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Twitter, when I get a message.

"Everythings about to change."

I look at it for a while, confused as to who sent that, and why they'd send something like that. But then the older woman came back with my pancakes and I put my phone away so I could eat, but in the back of my mind that text stays.

'What is that supposed to mean?' I mentally ask myself as I'm eating, but can't find an answer. I mean nobody just sends texts like that, but it was a blocked number so there's a possibility that one of the guys sent that to me as a practical joke.

After I eat, I leave the money on the table including a tip, and walk back out into the streets. There's no one out here, so it's all quiet except for music coming from a building further across the street, so I go to take a look, but the door to the building is locked. I jiggle the doorknob a little to see if maybe the door was just stuck, but it wasn't so I gave up and began walking back to the hotel that The guys, and I are staying at.

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*Coraline's P.O.V*

Gasping for air, I jolt awake, and look around at my surroundings, before flopping back down on my bed.

For the past few weeks I have been having nightmares, which isn't unusual for me, but these are different. These all have one thing in common.

A man.

I don't know who he is, but it's probably best that way. He probably doesn't exist anyways. He seems too perfect. He has these ice blue eyes, and black hair, and tattoos litter his arms and then some on his chest.

He was truly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but as I said earlier he doesn't exist. Someone so perfect can't exist.

After thinking that I put on clothes ( https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/98/33/11/983311cda1045e13e459f1a5628b430e.jpg ), and go to the dance studio I own, and turn up some music. After listening to the melody, I being dancing to it, and next thing I know, I'm getting lost in the music.

That is until I hear someone trying to get in. I turn the music down a little, because they were probably just trying to complain about the loud music, and I guess I was right because they soon stopped jiggling the doorknob.

I then went back to dancing and trying to create a routine for my next class. I'm planning on making a duet routine for males and females to The Monster by Eminem ft. Rihanna and I'm loving the way it's turning out so far, but still the back of my mind throughout the who routine I can only think about one thing.

The man that's haunting my dreams.

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