monophobia || h.s

ten.

Harry stopped keeping track of the time after he had agreed to stay the night. All of the sudden it just didn't matter anymore. It could have been 8p.m or it could have been 4a.m, either way he didn't care. His whole mind seem to revolve around her now. Even if it only was for tonight, it was her night to him.

Now they were laying her bed, on her very nice mattress because Melody thought it would help her sleep better. She was wrong.

They were laying on their sides, Melody on her left, Harry on his right so that could see each other. Since Melody asked her question and Harry answered not many words had been exchanged, but countless glances had. They didn't need words to fill the silence, the needed silence to fill the thoughts in their head so maybe they could get some sleep, so maybe no questions were asked, so everything would stay how it is.

Harry slightly parted his lips only to soon after press them back together.

"What were going to say?" Melody quietly asked.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter." He replied and diverted his eyes elsewhere than staring into hers. She couldn't help but softly smile at his answer because it reminded her of their conversation in the kitchen. She didn't know how much time had passed since then but it didn't matter because she couldn't tell if it was so long ago or a few seconds ago.

"Why won't you tell me?" Harry huffed in response before taking in another breath to speak.

"The ocean isn't your true fear is it?" Melody slightly tensed for two reasons. One, he knew she wasn't really telling the truth and that meant he was closer to knowing her. Two, he asked the question so simply, with so much ease, as if he was only asking what her favorite color was.

Harry just stared at her, waiting for a reply. Melody knew she was going to tell him, and she felt okay with it. But she wasn't sure if that more relaxed or terrified her. So, she just shook her head slowly, and let out a sigh.

"So, then what is your true fear." Harry asked scooting ever so slightly closer to her.

"I'm always up early, and I'm always drinking coffee, I'm always awake and with my friends, with people. But when they decide they want to get some extra sleep, or they need to finish assignments, I'm here, at night. And I'm in this room, sitting on this bed early in the morning and it's only me and the moonlight shining through the blinds."

Then it all snapped together in Harry's head. Why she always had slight bags under her eyes, why she got home so late at night, why she was so stressed looking at his door. Because during the day she had the sunlight of her friends to keep her warm but when the sky turned dark she only had the cold of the night and the small glow of the moon to comfort her.

"You're afraid to be alone." He stated. She looked down because now she had been cracked. Harry knew her and why she was out so late and why she drank coffee instead of tea, even at 4p.m she would drink coffee. He knew, and now Melody was no longer only Melody and her thoughts. It felt like 45 pounds had been lifted off her and Harry was there to help carry it. That's when she concluded that she had never felt more relaxed.

When she looked back up, she had looked in his eyes for not even a full second, he had already pulled her into his embrace, hugging her so tightly she thought she might die from a hug.

During his bone crushing hug, he dipped his head down a bit so he could give her a light kiss on the head and ever so quietly say, "Well, as long as I'm here you won't need to be afraid anymore."