It was now Friday evening and the rest of the week was just horrible. I don't want to blame Harry for it because it's not his fault. He woke up crying on Tuesday night from a new nightmare that absolutely traumatized him. He wouldn't talk to me, his sister or even my mum about it. I decided to take him to the therapist on Wednesday to see if he could figure anything out- but he got nothing.
Harry has not closed his eyes and slept at all since Tuesday night, and it was noticeable. He had purple bags under his eyes, he was irritated and moody and sluggish. I decided it was a good idea to have Harry get out of the house for a while and get some exercise, hoping it would tire him out enough to sleep when he got back.
I didn't send him far, just down the driveway to the mailbox and back. I was sitting on the couch drinking tea when Harry came in absolutely sobbing. I stood up immediately and wrapped him in my arms. "Harry love, what happened?" I asked him. "H-him! Saw him!" Was all he said to me as he hugged me tighter.
"Please don't let him take me again!" He said crying harder. At that point I now knew who he was talking about. "Harry love, Jeff and Nick are in prison, and Dean is dead. Are you sure you weren't imagining things? You haven't slept in a few days love." I said and he shrugged.
I needed to get him to sleep somehow so these hallucinations would go away, but I have no clue how to make him sleep. Especially going to sleep without being forced to.
I decided that tonight was going to be the night he slept and I was going to make sure of it. I picked Harry up and carried him upstairs to the bedroom and laid him down. I needed to make him tired so I decided to try a nice warm bubble bath.
"Stay here- I'm going to run you a bath okay love?" I asked and he nodded. I walked into the bathroom and started running his bath, adding candles and rose petals to make it more relaxing. I added bubbles to the water and relaxing music before I went to get Harry.
I picked him up before walking into the bathroom and he gasped. "What's all this for Louis?" He asked as he started to strip his clothes. "I just want you and Phoenix to relax and not have any stress on you." I said helping him into the tub.
He groaned as he felt the hot water hit his body. " thank you." He said as he sad down and got comfortable. "I will be in the bedroom if you need anything. Just holler." I said before kissing him and walking out of the room.
I laid on the bed, scrolling my phone for a while before I heard a horrible scream come from Harry. I got up and ran into the bathroom, seeing a masked person try to drown Harry. He quickly looked at me then jumped out the window.
I ran over to Harry who was coughing and trying to catch his breath as he held onto me. Well so much for having him sleep tonight. And to make matters worse, this guy now knows where we all live. I picked Harry up and took him to the bed, tucking him in and getting in after.
Something else I never told Harry or anyone was that my parents were famous. After they died, I was still given everything they had. Including body guards. I rung up one of the body guards and told him what was happening. He agreed to come and watch over us for the time being until we could relocate somewhere else.
We sat up all night watching shit tv in bed. Harry was so close to passing out a few times but he woke himself back up before he could. I kept my arm around him all night, hugging him close as I rubbed his stomach. I smiled when I felt Phoenix kick.
As the morning dawned upon us, the sun beamed through the window and I was absolutely exhausted. Harry was cuddled up to his bear and his eyes were still glued to the tv.
I slowly got up, my body still tired from the lack of sleep and I looked down at Harry. "Harry love, I'm going to get coffee. Do you want to come with me? The security guards said they would come today, but until they get here I want you with me." I said.
He looked at me slowly and nodded as he opened his arms. I picked him up and he clung onto me like a panda bear. I wrapped my arms around him and carried him downstairs.
"Good morning- Jesus Harry, you look like shit." Gemma said as I placed him down on the counter. "He had a rough night-" I said. She walked over to him and inspected his eyes. "Have you been sleeping Harry?" She asked.
Just then Anne walked in, almost dropping her books when she saw Harry. "Harry love. What happened? You look awful honey." She said rubbing his arm gently. "Answer my question Haz. Have you been sleeping?" Gemma asked again.
Harry looked down and shook his head. "Oh honey." Anne said wrapping him in a hug as I started making our coffee. "I- we need to move again- I will start looking today." I said as I handed Harry his coffee.
Daisy and Phoebe joined us but didn't say anything about Harry's appearance. They already knew he didn't sleep much. "I have to run into town today to grab a few things, Harry love would you like to come? Get some fresh air?" I asked him.
He nodded as he took a sip of his coffee and closed his eyes.
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We drove into town later that day to the drugstore so I could see if there was something I could get to help Harry sleep. We both showered before we left and Harry looked a bit better, but he still had huge bags under his eyes.
We pulled up out front of the drugstore and Harry didn't move. "Harry is everything alright?" I asked him. He nodded, then shook his head as he leaned his head back into the seat. "I'm exhausted Louis. I don't know what to do." He said as he started crying. I wiped his eyes before kissing him.
"Did you want to wait in the car?" I asked. "N-no not after last night." He replied. I nodded before I got out of the car and went over to his side, helping him out and putting my arm around his waist, knowing he was tired and probably couldn't balance well.
We went inside and started looking through the isles for something to help. I was looking at a form of melatonin when Harry screamed and buried his head into my chest. I hugged his back and asked him what the matter was.
At this point he was full on crying hysterically. "Hey hey Harry, love what's wrong?" I asked into his ear as I rubbed his back. I sat down in the middle of the store and pulled him onto my lap as I held him. He calmed down a little while later and we stood up, going to cash register to pay for our things.
Harry stood there watching as I talked with the pharmacist about the medication. He gave me some others to try if this didn't work. He also said that he may need something stronger from the doctor if these don't work. I thanked him after we paid and we made our way out of the store.
We were walking towards the car when someone grabbed Harry and pulled him to the ground, starting to beat on him. I dropped the bag and pulled the masked person up and punched him right in the nose.
Of course he started fighting back just as hard so I had to go harder. I could see Harry crawl to the car and get in- but was immediately snatched by his hood and thrown to the ground by another masked person.
I punched the one that was attacking me hard and he fell down, passing out. I immediately went to help Harry. "GET OFF HIM YOU FOOKIN LOUSAH!" I shouted as I shoved him to the ground and sat ontop of him. I took his mask off and gasped.
"Harry got back inside now!" I ordered him. He ran back inside and I punched the man again. "You are supposed to be in prison Jeff! What the hell are you doing out?" I screamed at him as I hit him repeatedly.
He didn't get to answer me as I knocked him out to. Harry was telling the truth. He did see Jeff. But who was that over there? I stood up and walked over to the other masked person. I removed the masked and sighed. "Of course it's Nick."
I spit on him before going to get Harry. He was crying at the back of the store. I picked him up and carried him out to the car, driving away before calling the cops.
This was going to be a very shitty situation, and we needed to leave fast.
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Somebody's Child
FanfictionThe streets of London are lively and full of life. People come from all over the world to experience the beauty of London and its attractions. That Includes a brothel tucked away deep in the city center, where only the rich know about. Harry Styles...
