Blame's On Me {H.S x You) Book 2

thirteen: dream

"Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life!" Dobby shouts on the screen. I move slightly and glance over to Hailee. I look back at the screen and then back at Hailee seeing her eyes closed. She was asleep. I chuckle lightly to myself. I'm glad she made it through the first movie but she didn't even make it halfway through the second. I shake my head and slowly sit up. The blanket falling off of the both of us.

I stop, pausing as I close my eyes. My breathes uneven. I clench my jaw, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. This literally sucks.

A low sigh escapes my lips as I stand up straight and open my eyes. I turn slowly and look down at a peaceful, sleeping Hailee. A low sigh escapes my lips, my hand reaching up and rubbing it through my hair. I go, picking up the trash around the coffee table. My breathes long, worn down as I do so. I push myself however and quietly head to the kitchen with all the garbage and toss it away. When I walk back I see Hailee still peacefully sleeping. I bite my lip.

I don't want to leave her here. The couch is pretty big though. I scrunch up my nose and head away again, slowly making my way over to the bedroom. I grab the comfy pillows and the big comforter off of our bed. I pause however, placing both my hands on the bed. My eyes closing, feeling my breathes become uneven once again.

After a moment I push myself up and gather everything into my arms. Slowly I make my way back out to the living room where Hailee's sitting up panicking as her eyes glance around.

"Hey you alright?" I ask, trying to hurry over to her. I toss everything as I fall back onto the couch, placing my hand on the girl's knee. Instantly she wraps her arms around me and squeezes tightly. I hesitate for a moment confused but drape my arms around her nonetheless. "Hails what's wrong?"

"A bad dream," she whispers. I pull away slightly to see her face. Her eyes full of tears.

"Love," I whisper, reaching up my hands and cupping her cheeks in the palm of my hands. My two thumbs rubbing back and forth to rid of the tears that fall silently yet deadly down. I shake my head. "You're okay. It was just a bad dream."

Hailee shakes her head, reaching up her hands. Her fingers swiftly yet gingerly wrap around my wrists.

"You died in my bad dream Y/n. I-" She closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip. I bite the inside of my cheek and nod slowly.

"Hey, hey look at me beautiful," I whisper. The air quiet. Slowly I watch the girl's eyes open being met with her beautiful hazel ones. "I'm okay. I'm right here."

"Y/n-"

"I'm not going to die. You hear me," I say cutting her off, keeping my voice gentle, calming as best I could. "It was just a bad dream. You're scared. But I'm scared too okay. It's scary but... I have this feeling that we're going to be okay. I'm going to be okay."

"But we can't know for sure."

I nod hesitantly. "True but here's the thing. When my uncle Wyatt was diagnosed the first time he fought. He raised me to always keep my faith. And yeah I lost it but when I met you Hailee Steinfeld, the faith slowly grew back. With each waking moment I spend with you and that I get to love you my faith has grown. My hope has grown stronger. We just have to hope for this. For us. For our future. I have faith we can make it."

Hailee's eyes flicker back and forth between mine. She nods slowly and lets go of my wrists, leaning forward. I drop my hands from her cheeks as she wraps her arms back around me. I don't hesitate this time. I hug her back instantly and close my eyes. My lips placing a gentle kiss upon her head.

"We'll be okay."