HARRY STYLES IMAGINES \(OuO)/

3) NIGHTMARE

I GOT MY EXAM RESULTS A FEW DAYS AGO. GUESS WHAT!!! I GOT 91%!!!! I'M PRETTY SURE I COULD HAVE GOTTEN BETTER MARKS IF I STUDIED MORE. I MEAN I GOT A+ IN EVERY SUBJECT EXCEPT MATH (IN WHICH I GOT AN A). SO YA...!

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"You are a nobody!!!"

"You're a failure!"

"Peanut Butter sucks!!"

There are so many voices. All saying such horrible things. I feel so many eyes staring at me right now. So many people. All of them having either pitchforks or lamps. I want to run away, but there are so many of them surrounding me and I'm tied up. I feel blood trickling down my forehead and my arms. When did that happen?

"It's true. I don't deserve you." said a voice a little too familiar.

Harry comes from behind me. His eyes as black as coal. An evil smirk on his face. He almost gently lifts my face up with his fore finger under my chin.

"Innocent thing." he says with a soft chuckle. He cups my face in his hand, slowly bringing my face closer to his. "But you don't deserve me either." with that he stabs me with his dagger. I scream at the top of my lungs while he laughs.

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"(Y/N)!? Wake up!" I almost instantly open my eyes, look at Harry holding me and start crying.

"Sweetheart, it was just a nightmare. Calm down. I'm here for you." Harry said. But that doesn't stop me from crying. I clutch onto his t-shirt from the back as I have my arms around his torso.

"Hey, look at me." I slowly lift my head to meet his eyes, scared that they'll be like the dark ones I saw in my nightmare. But no, they were green as ever. I notice it's still dark outside. "It's okay, ya?" I nod my head, sniffling.

"You were turning and gasping and crying a lot so I figured you were having a nightmare. Wanna talk about it?" He asks. What should I say? 'You killed me'? And that there where people feeding my insecurities?

"Just please hold me." I choked out cuddling into him. He held me closer to him putting his chin on my head, gently rubbing my back. I finally begin to calm down a bit. My breathed steadied.

"There were so many people, Harry. They were all saying horrible stuff." I say. He softly kisses my hair but doesn't say anything. I take this as my cue to continue.

"There was blood trickling down my forehead and my arms." I feel Harry's arms tighten around me. He puts his cheek on the top of my head. "And then you appear out of nowhere. You looked so scary Harry. Your eyes were totally black. You..." I start crying again. I couldn't help myself.

"Hey, you know I could never hurt you. Ever. I wouldn't forgive myself." Harry said, holding me even closer if it was possible. He moves a bit to make sure that the blanket around us is covering me properly from the cold.

"Now lets go back to sleep, ya?" He says while putting the stray strands of hair behind my ear. I whimper in his hold, not wanting to go back to the terrible place in my head. "It's midnight, love. We both have to wake up early tomorrow. Don't worry. When you'll wake up, I'll be right here with you."

And with that we both drifted off to a dreamless slumber.

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