What Matters Most (H.S Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17: Mornings

Author's Note:
So like Zayn is gone... it's so weird to think that so much is going to be different, their music, music videos, fan fictions... everything. So many lifes have changed, but hey at least Zayn is happy and if you were or are a true fan of him than you will be happy with whatever choices he makes in his life that positively affect him. Regardless my fan fiction shall go on even though this wonderful Bradford boy has left us, but he shall not leave my story. Anywho enjoy this chapter :)

Ryder's Point of View:

I slipped into Harry's room, and spotted him thrashing around in his bed sheets, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Harry." I called his name, but he kept screaming,"Harry." I ran over to his bed and shook him roughly,"Harry!" He shot up in his bed, eyes wide in fear until he saw me,"Harry it's ok." I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his head to the crook of my neck. Running my fingers through his hair.

His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving up and down in unatural beats,"Shhh." I coaxed him. After a while he calmed down and I tore away from his body. I could barely see his bloodshot eyes in the dark, sweat glistened from his forhead. My hands cupped his jaws.

"Harry you're ok." I spoke softly. He nodded, it was the most vulnerable I have ever seen him. I pressed my forhead against is,"What happened?"

He shook his head,"Nothing I'm fine." He spoke, his voice deep, raspy and full of sleep. I plant a kiss on his forhead and let my lips linger there for a while, as he lays back down in his bed. I stand up slowly and start making my way to the door,"Ryder?" I turn around quickly,"Stay?" He begs. I tiptoe over to his bed, and crawl next to him.

Harry wraps his arms around my body, which was sort of awkward since I was only in a sports bra and he was shirtless, and sort of sweaty. I looked at the tattoos on his chest, tracing my finger across the two birds, all the way to the cursive g and back to the writing in another language and down his right arm.

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I wake up in the morning to an empty spot next to me, rain still pouring outside, slowly I get out of Harry's bed padding to the guest room, finding my shirt and slipping it on quickly. Thank the Lord Jesus that today was a teacher work day, that's kind of coincedental. That the day it's pouring down Niagra Falls there is no school for us. Don't get me wrong the less school, the better.

I mean not better for my brain but, yeah whatever you get it.

I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, wiping the sleep out of my eyes and splashing some cool water on my face, drying off with a small towel that was neatly placed on the marble counter. I eyed myself in the reflective glass and threw my hair up in a messy bun before shuffling downstairs. Once I reached the bottom of the staircase I could hear some people speaking inside of the kitchen. I leaned my ear against the door, careful not to make any noise so no one would know that I was snooping.

"Harry you can't just do..." It was Anne, and her tone seemed very strict at the moment.

"Mom It's different this time. Ok? Why can't you get that, I..."

"What about college Harry, Cheshire..."

That's when I decided to open the door, they turned their heads to me. Anne's face broke out into a grin and Harry avoided my gaze, turning to the tea kettle on the stove.

"Morning love, you like a spot of tea?" Anne questions me sweetly, I nod,"Just take a seat in the living room hun, I'll be their in a moment." I smile, and turn to go sit on the couch. As I sit down I spot a small scrap book placed on the table, slowly I take it in my grasps and decided to flip through the pages. I smiled as I look at baby Harry and his sister.

The caption reads Gemma and Harry at the zoo.

I almost laugh out loud at Harry's face, he's making a funny look at the camera and Gemma is crossing her eyes, sticking her tongue out. They are so cute. After a couple of minutes flipping through the old photos, Anne walks through the kitchen door with a two cups of tea in her hands, handing one mug to me.

"Thank you."

She smiles and sits across from me on the couch.

After a couple moments of silence, I began to think about Harry flipping out last night. I wonder if his mother knew about that.

"Anne?"

"Yes love?"

"Harry... Harry kind of woke up screaming last night... he um..."

Anne's eyes went wide,"I'm so sorry, did he wake you.. I..."

"No no no." I say quickly,"I'm fine, it didn't bother me at all, I just I mean not to seem nosy or anything. I just... does that happen often or..."

She paused, taking a sip from her mug and then looking back to me,"I wish I could tell you but I think it would be best if Harry did so... he..."

"Oh it's ok, I mean I was just wondering." I laughed nervously.

As soon as I had finished that sentance, Harry walks through the door into the family room.

"Ryder can I talk to you."