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14. Metaphorical

Noelle

Sighing to myself as I wake, I open my eyes, and see that it was almost pitch black in the room. The only light was the window, and the stars it simulated. Harry must of changed it after I had fallen asleep. Rolling over in his arms, I rest on my side, facing the sleeping Harry. His hair looks a mess, and he wears a frown on his face. His mouth twitches, as if he was dreaming and trying to speak. I press my lips together, as I pat the covers for my phone.

Seeing as it was already almost five, I decided to stay awake. After dropping my phone back from where I had grabbed it, I feel Harry's heart start to race, hearing his breath start to heave. I furrow my eyebrows as I try think of all the possible reasons of why he would suddenly do this, and once I feel his hot, clammy skin, I know why. He's having a nightmare.

"Harry," I whisper, shaking him slightly. He doesn't budge, "Harry, wake up," I whisper again, shaking him slightly once more. He groans,

"No..." He mumbles. I pause to listen, he groans, "Run...Noelle...Run!" He rasps, before he draws in a rushed breath, opening his eyes, "Noelle!?" He sits up, looking around hastily as he pants.

"Har-" I'm cut off by him pulling me into him, hugging me tightly. Instantly, I feel him calm down and pull me closer. Rubbing his back, I snuggle my head in his neck, "I'm okay, you're okay, it was just a dream."

He sighs, squeezing me, "Yeah. That one sucked."

I let out a small laugh, "I know. But everything's okay." I press my lips to his neck once, before I hide my face in his shoulder,

"Besides that dream, I actually had a nice sleep." I hear the smile in his voice as he pulls away, but keeps me in his lap as he lays back against the head board. I smile and curl back up on his chest,

"That's good. Hopefully the next three days you can catch up on your sleep with me. Even if that means sneaking in my tent after Derek goes to sleep." I mumble into his bare chest. He chuckles, rubbing my back.

"I thought you were a good girl?" I look up to see him smirking, I smile,

"I am a good girl. I just do bad things. " His smirk turns to a smile, his arms slide under mine to pull me up, only to press his lips against mine. Smiling into it, I push myself up slightly,

"You're also my girl." He mumbles against my lips, as he pulls away. I smile halfly, crossing my arms to rest against his chest. He keeps an arm around me, while his other hand plays with my hair. I study his expression.

He seems content on twirling a strand of my hair around his finger, or maybe he was in deep thought. Letting out a sigh, I rest my head against his chest,

"Harry?" I mumble, he yawns,

"Hmm?"

"What...what are we?" I timidly ask. I been debating on whether or not to ask and now...I just needed to know. He draws in a large breath,

"I'm not exactly sure, Noelle..." I can hear the frown in his voice. Pressing my lips together, I wrap my arms around his torso,"But we are something, y'know? You're mine. But, it's-"

"Complicated." I smile slightly, and rest my chin on his chest. He gives me a half smile.

"Yeah..." He chuckles. His expression turns more serious as he draws in a breath, "I wanna find out what we are, with you. I know that for sure." He almost whispers. I smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

After finally getting up and moving, we parted ways to get showered and dressed. By five thirty, I was blow drying my hair and brushing it out. I had my music going from my phone, Michael Jackson ruling my shuffle. I'd be lying if I didn't bust my Thriller moves. It was hard not to bust any kind of move with his music on. It was so...great. It got me up and moving, and I just felt it. As the theme to Free Willy comes on, I shut my dryer off and walk into my room, to slide on my I had already done my makeup, and I was ready. All packed with my big backpack, and my leather coat. But was I really ready?