White Alpha |h.s|

18. Infinity

Noelle

As my eyes opened, I immediately wish I hadn't. Not because it was bright, and not because I was tired, simply because the peace I was once rested at, was no more. At least, for now. Though, it wasn't really peace. There was a part of me that was restless, that was missing. Harry wasn't by my side and the thought of that was enough to steal the peace of my slumber. He's got me wrapped around his finger, even if he sees it the other way, he could break my heart and stomp on it, and I still could tell you that I love him, without needing to lie. Good, or bad, he'll always hold a piece of my heart. Why? He's truly the only one that can understand me. And what goes on in my head. If that's not a reason to love, I don't know what is.

Sitting up from my bed, I realize it's late. Or, early, maybe. I feel for my phone, and turn on my bedside lamp. It casts a low light, enough for me to see. My phone lights up as I pull it off charge, I see that it's three fifteen. How long have I been asleep? I gather my thoughts before things get out of hand, and bring myself to my feet. Tip toeing into the bathroom. I let the night light cast my shadow. I could see that I had changed, I suppose mom had changed me. Mom. The word seemed to foreign to me. For  a long time, I had no one to call mom. All but the wind, and the silence I kept. And to whoever helped her find her way, whether it be the wind, or the silence,

Thank you.

Fixing my , I slide on a cardigan so I don't have to waste time to put a bra on. Hopefully, everyone's asleep. I slide my phone in the front pocket of my shorts, before exiting the room. It was quite hot in the house, and it smelled of a fire place, and pumpkin-y candles. It wasn't a bad mix, actually. I knock on Harry's room door, and get no answer. I crack it, and take a peak, only to see no one, and no Harry. He must be downstairs, oh lord, please let him be downstairs. Quickly, I make my way down the long staircase, and enter the large living room. The first thing I see, is Harry. He's laid out on the large coffee table, that's just big enough to hold him from head to toe. The fire is built, casting a orange glow on him. He lays somewhat lifeless, with only his skinny jeans on, and a blanket pulled off his feet, but covering up to his chest.  I walk closer, and watch his chest. I wait ten seconds.

He's not breathing.

"No!" I cover my mouth with my hands, to hide my developing sobs and squeals, almost dropping to my knees. But to my rescue, a soft handed being catches me before my knees touch the ground,

"Noelle, sh-sh-sh, it's okay," They whisper, I recognize the voice. Mom!

"Mom!?" I whisper shout, whipping around, as the tears start to leave my eyes. She smiles,

"Yes, sweetie, I'm here," She brings me to her chest, and kisses my head,

"Oh, the poor thing," I hear Harry's mother whisper, as she enters the room,

"Miss Anne?" I croak, eyes wide at her,

"It's okay, everything's alright-"

"But Harry-"

"He's okay, Noelle." Mom whispers,

"But he's not breathing! Mom, what happened!?" She shakes her head,

"Shhh, Noelle." She whispers, sitting me down,"Look again." She nods to him, as I take my seat on a chair that's away from him. I watch his chest carefully, and see that he's breathing. Barely.

"What happened?" I manage to whisper,

"After you passed out yesterday, we all hurried back here. Harry lost a lot of blood on the way, but we got him back here in time," Mom begins, as she takes a seat next to Anne on the couch next to Harry,