Catch me *Larry*

chapter 13

"Stop!" A familiar voice yelled.
I looked around, trying to find whoever was screaming, but I couldn't see through the darkness of wherever I was.

"Stop! No!" The voice screamed louder. My heart was racing as I tried to figure out who the familiar voice belonged to.

"Please." The voice pleaded.

Harry! It was Harry, he was in trouble or hurt. I looked around, desperate to find him, but the darkness prevented me from seeing anything. I frantically started running, not even knowing where I was going but determined to find him.

"No!" He screamed much louder than the other times.

My eyes shot open, darkness surrounding me. A small whine came from Harry's side of the room. Confusion settled in my stomach once I realized it was coming from Harry himself.

I quickly shuffled off of the small couch and over to his bed within seconds. Sweat glistened on his face and wrinkles marked his forehead. He looked like he was in pain, and seeing him like this pained me.

I shook him, trying to wake him from the dream that seemed to haunt him.

"No no no." He whispered, his voice cracking.

"Harry, wake up." I shook him again.

His eyes shot open, scaring me a little. He looked around as if he were looking for someone.

"Lou." A chocked sob fell from his trembling lips.

My heart broke as I watched a single tear makes its way down this beautiful boys cheek.

"It's okay, I'm here." I whispered, slipping into the bed with him. At the moment I didn't necessarily care if Eleanor woke up and found us in the same bed, all I cared about was protecting him.

I could hear his soft sniffles slowly come to a halt, indicating that he had fallen asleep. I looked across the room over to where Eleanor was limply sleeping, making sure she hasn't woken up due to Harry's screaming. Thankfully she hadn't.

I knew that I wouldn't be getting anymore sleep for the night, paranoid that Harry may have another nightmare, so I fondly stare down at him, softly smiling to myself.

I could easily slip out from under him before either one of them woke up so Eleanor didn't catch me. I feel horrible lying to her about Harry and I, that's all it seems I've been doing lately. Lying. I still haven't told my mother that Eleanor and I broke up let alone that Harry and I were together. But right now would be horrible timing considering Eleanor's father just passed away.