The Bad Boy

Chapter 90

Harry's P.O.V.

"F*** YOU!" I yell at Steph. I storm out of the room and grab my keys.

Somehow I end up across this huge lake which has a cliff on the other side. I see a flash of red and soon Steph steps up to the edge of the cliff. She's crying and all of a sudden everything zooms in so I can see her face. She's biting her lip and her eyerbows are pulled together.

"Bye Harry." She whispers.

"NO STEPHANIE!!!!!!!!" I yell.

All of a sudden a pair of arms wraps around hr waist and yanks her back. Now we're back at my old house in England. Laying on the flowered couch is Steph, and these two guys wearing all black are ripping her clothes off. They have on ski masks so I can't see their faces, but I can see the one other guy who's there. It's Zayn. She turns and looks up at me, her eyes wide. One of them has his hand over her motuh so her scream is muffled. Zayn unbuckles his pants.

I always wake up at this point. I have this dream a lot, especially when we are mad at each other. Steph tucks her legs up under her when she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Are you okay?" She asks, lifting her head from my neck for the first time in 10 minutes.

"I would be if your feet weren't like ice." I try to make a joke, but it isn't funny. Her feet are resting on my thigh, which is bare because all I'm wearing is a pair of black boxers.

She shakes her head and smiles weakly. "Was it a nightmare?" She asks.

"Yeah." I avert my eyes. I notice she's wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts and a pair of underwear which is sexier than any lingerie money could buy.

"What was it about?" She asks.

I shake my head. "Nothing. It was...stupid."

"You sure?" Steph asks. I can hear some hurt in her voice because I won't tell her what it's about but I don't want her to worry and somehow I know that telling her will just make her worry.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I reply, looking up to meet her gaze.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"I'm fine." I tell her. "Honestly."

"Do you think you can go back to sleep?" She asks, reaching up and running one of her hands through her hair, tugging at the roots.

"Not if you keep doing that." I smirk at her.

She drops her hand and rolls her eyes. "So is that a yes?"

"If you lay with me." I say.

"Sure." She offers me a small smile. "Let me put on some real pajamas first."

"No, don't." I say. "I like you in my t-shirt."

She smiles and then pushes her legs under the covers, sliding down to her back. I lay down next to her and pull her over to me, so she's facing my chest. She reaches out and traces my butterfly tattoo until I fall asleep, cradling her in my arms. I can't have nightmares with her here.