The Year 3000

Chapter 36: The Attack

A.N.

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Scarlett's POV

Previously:

Crawling under the soft covers felt like heaven had exploded around me. I sighed, my head hitting the down pillow with a soft thud. My eyes fell closed almost immediately as exhaustion hit me. With Harry's overpowering scent enveloping all of my senses, I somehow managed to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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When I awoke, there was a thick fog around me, an unshakable haze I could not rid myself of. I felt groggy and somehow even more exhausted than when I had first fallen asleep. I let out a small groan, lifting my hands to my head.

What even happened yest—

I immediately shot out of bed. Oh my God, was the attack happening? Why had no one woken me up? What time was it? I needed to find Harry. I ran my fingers over his side of the bed, which looked to be untouched. Where was he? Glancing out the window, the sun was bright and high. It must've been at least noon. I bolted out the door—

And ran smack-dab into King Harry.

Before I could fall flat on my butt, Harry's arms shot out and caught my figure. I was too panicked to be embarrassed.

"Scarlett?" Harry asked in concern, his brows creasing.

"The attack! What's happening?" My voice was merely a gasp. Somehow I was out of breath. Harry's figure relaxed at my words, his hands settling themselves on my waist.

"Calm down, they haven't attacked yet. I was just coming to check on you," he reassured me, pulling me back into our room and shutting the door behind him. I let out a small sigh of relief, running my fingers through my messy bed hair.

"Oh okay," I breathed, my figure melting into Harry's as he came over to stand behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his chest pressing into my back as he laid his head on my shoulder.

"Someone clearly forgot where her nightgowns were," Harry whispered, his warm breath tickling my neck. Heat flooded my cheeks when I realized I was only wearing one of Harry's plain t-shirts and some underwear.

"I-I was exhausted last night and this was the closest thing there was," I explained sheepishly, and I could feel Harry smirk against my neck.

"It suits you much better," he stated, but I just shook my head, wondering how we could be talking about my attire at a time like this.

"When do you think the Rebellion will attack?" I asked, causing Harry to pull back, his face closed off. I needed to know what he believed. Oh rather, who. Michael or me.

"I don't know. I don't even know if they will attack today. I just know we have to be prepared for it if they do," he stated, and I nodded warily. I guess I was safe then.

"You should get dressed," Harry suggested after several moments of thick silence. Once again, I nodded and walked to the closet, my mind everywhere but there. I closed the door behind me with a heavy sigh, wanting to collapse in a heap on the floor. Instead I threw on a somber grey dress to match my gloomy mood. It showed just a smidge of too much chest for my liking, but I guessed it was meant to balance out the dull grey. I felt like a rain cloud as I walked back out into the bedroom, where Harry was patiently waiting for me. His black trench coat, shirt, and pants made him look like an even fiercer thunder cloud. Our eyes locked, and in that one moment, we were equals. War was the great equalizer, my Father used to say, both sides were going to get hurt.