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New Edition- Can You Stand the Rain
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*Allison's POV*
I stopped crying a while ago. My body has drained itself of any and all tears. And yet, Harry still stays with his arms wrapped around me, my head resting on his chest. I've been doing nothing but listen to his slightly rapidly beating heart for an insurmountable amount of time, but the sound has a type of calming affect.His heart combined with his hand sliding up and down my arms is what had eventually stopped the crying.
Neither of us have said a word, although I'm sure he's dying to say something just as much as I am. Nevertheless, we stay in this comfortable silence, completely content. As much as it pains me to say it, I've kind of missed the feeling of Harry's arms and how he'd know exactly what to say or how to make me feel better with nothing more than a look and a few words.
"Are you okay now?" He whispers softly.
"I don't know if I'll ever really be okay." I answer truthfully.
"You will be." He says. "I promise." Something about the incontestable tone in his voice makes me believe him, if only for a second.
I yawn loudly and can feel my eyes shutting without my permission as a wave of exhaustion crashes over me, fast and unrelenting. I fight to keep my them open, but the fight is futile and soon, they close and I'm knocked under.
The last thing I remember hearing is Harry's voice softly murmuring something. But, I'm so utterly exhausted, I don't get to catch what he says.
*Harry's POV*
The sun has long since disappeared, leaving in it's wake a sky full of brilliant stars. Allison has been asleep for no more than twenty minutes, her breathing has turned slow and hypnotically even. I meant to get up and go before she fell asleep, but once she did, I couldn't find it in myself to get up disturb her.
The biggest lie I could tell right now is that I don't miss this at all. The feeling of having Allison's head resting on my chest, my arms encircling her, protecting her from any and all dangers that may arouse in the middle of the night is one that I've longed for.
I don't think she intended for me to stay here all night, either. Despite her not being on the best terms with her boyfriend(no thanks to me), I don't think she'd be very happy with me if she learned I stayed here for the rest of the night. I already know how these things go. Somehow, Daniel would find out, he'd get pissed, probably punch me again, then Allison would be pissed at me, she'd probably punch me, and then somehow I'd end up confused and with two black eyes and a broken nose.
But I'm so exhausted. I've been up and going nonstop since early this morning and needless to say, today's activities have drained me of all energy.
A few minutes. I'll sleep for just a few minutes-no more than fifteen-and then I'll get up and leave. I'll cherish these few fantasy moments of being able to hold her like this before I'm heaved back into harsh reality.
Just a few minutes. Nothing more.
My eyes close and I'm whisked off into a fantasy world. And Allison's eyes are the star.
*Allison's POV*
I wake unexpectedly and realize with a start that it's beyond stifling. I try to move and when I do, it dawns on me that there's another person in my bed.

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