Trust, Love, and Lost Relations

Nightmares and Morning Kisses

Felicity's P.O.V.

I woke up to my covers having been thrown off, cold sweat everywhere, and tears rapidly streaming down my face. I had just had an awful nightmare. The thought of it had tears streaming down my face quicker. I have to make sure Harry's ok.

I slowly and carefully got out of bed, making sure Niall was still asleep. I opened the door, glad that our room didn't have the squeaky one. No, poor Clarissa had to deal with that. I giggled a little at the thought, even with tears still streaming down my face.

When I got downstairs, I went straight to the living room, knowing Harry would be there. The poor guy had to sleep on the couch, because Chris refused to share a room with him. When I walked in and seen him sleeping peacefully on the couch, I sighed in relief. None the less, I made sure he was breathing before I totally relaxed. See, Felicity? It was just a dream. Harry's fine. Everything is fine.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard movement. I snapped my head in the direction of the couch, seeing Harry moving around. "Felicity, what are you mumbling about?" He asked, shining his phone's flashlight at me. I wasn't mumbling, was I? Please tell me I wasn't saying that out loud...

That's when he noticed the dry tears on my face. He was up off the couch, hugging me tightly, within 5 seconds flat. "What's wrong, Love?" He asked me, concerned.

"Nothing, just a bad dream," I told him.

"You wanna talk about it?" I kind of did, but I just woke him up, so he was probably tired.

"No, you just woke up. You can go back to bed. I should probably get back upstairs to bed too," I explained to him, secretly wishing he would listen anyways. Stop being so selfish! He's a world-famous pop star. He doesn't get reasonable sleeping hours, so you should let him have them now.

"No, it's fine. I probably would've woken up soon anyways," he said to me. He was probably right. If he was anything like Chris, he may sleep in about once every six months.

"Are you sure?" I asked him.
"Absolutely. Come sit." He sat down.

I sat down next to him, and he looked at me intently. "Have you ever heard of the show, 'Pretty Little Liars?'" I asked him. He nodded.

"Well I had this dream that 'A' had thrown all of us into a game. 'Us' being Katrish, Lexi, Chris, you boys and I. I don't exactly remember what the game was, but you all ended up in the water. Everyone except Katrish and I." I looked at Harry, making sure he was still there, and not drowning in a lake somewhere. He was still looking at me intently, so I continued.

"Then there were these clothespins sitting on a table. Each clothespin could rescue two people. But the catch was that it could only save two people. It couldn't be used to save one person, or any amount higher than two. Eventually it turned out that the only people left were you, Lexi, and Zayn. I had two clothespins, but I could only rescue two of you. Lexi was the first one saved, and then you and Zayn argued for forever about who got to be the other one saved. You eventually forced Zayn out of the water, and we had to leave you there alone." I could feel the tears surfacing again, but I continued. I had to finish before I started crying again.

"We had to leave you there, and we couldn't save you, and there was a giant whirlpool forming in the water behind you. We couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything. You were gonna drown, and we all would have had to watch..." I trailed off, the tears finally falling down my face. "I would have lost one of my best friends..." My shoulders were shaking violently with silent sobs, and Harry just sat there, holding me and rubbing my back.

After I calmed down a little bit, Harry started talking, "calm down, Love. I'm right here and I'm safe," he soothed. I nodded into his chest, squeezing him tighter, before pulling away.