Dorm Room 42779 ("Turn On The Lights" Sequel)

Chapter III: How dare you!

~*~*~*~* Darcie *~*~*~*~

Shoving him, I jumped back off the bed and eyed him carefully, until I cracked.

“I trusted you! And you’re that crazy cannibal’s friend? I almost died! You…you…you idiot! I just...ugh!" I exclaimed, tears leaking down my face. He rose from the bed, his facial expression saddened.

"I didn't want him to! I just...happened! I can't just tell him to not be my friend! That could get me killed! And eaten!" He explained attempting to pull me into an embrace. Harry's large hands were on the small of my back, pushing towards him. I pounded my hands on his chest, unstoppable tears falling, whilst I screamed at him.

"Let me go! Let me go! Please let me go!" I wept, finally giving in. I sunk into his chest, sobbing and he wrapped his arms protectively around me. My arms were pressed up in between us, as he kissed my hair.

"I'm sorry.....I'm so so sorry." I could hear the desperation in his voice. It was as if....

He needed me.

"Why? Why....what would....can we just go to bed? I just wanna forget about this..." I sighed, wiping away the stray tear drops.

"Yeah, yeah sure. A-Anything you want." He stuttered, backing up and falling on the bed. I collapsed on top of him with an oomph. He laid on his back, I was atop him, his warmth radiating. Harry covered us both up with his fluffy blue thick duvet, and I just sat there peacefully. I watched as his deep breathing slowed and his eyes fluttered closed. I twirled my finger in curls, and giggled internally. I shifted my legs a little, my right leg accidentally brushing against his crotch. I blushed deeply, tangling our legs together before laying my head against his rock hard chest, and drifting off into slumber.

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My alarm clock beeped continuously, so I stood my self up and slammed on the off button. Harry stirred, but didn't wake. Kneeling down, I striped out of my clothes quickly, sliding on my under garments then a off the shoulder top and some sweat pants. Slipping my feet into my Vans, I laced them up, then grabbed my bag.

"Where are you going?" A thick, husky, morning voice asked. It was quite sexy, I was extremely attracted, but then I realized that I had class to get to.

"I have to go so psychology class. I'll see you later!" I called, about to exit.

"I thought you said you weren't going?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah....you're right, I don't feel like it." I shrugged, sliding out of my Vans, I flopped onto my window bed.

"Noooo." He groaned, and I looked at him.

"Come lay with me?" He looked hopeful, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"Sure Harry." I chuckled, walking over and snuggling into him. He ran his fingers through my hair, softly humming a song, when he abruptly stopped.

"Why do you trust me so much?" He whispered in my ear, causing shivers to roll down my spine.

"B-Because I do. You're extremely nice and I just.....have that feeling." I shrugged, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck.

"I don't want to freak you out, because I feel like you're my first real friend...but....before I came here, during my Senior year of high school, I was in the hospital. My room number was 327243. I was in a bad car accident. It didn't cause any trauma or anything, but I had internal bleeding. But every night when I fell asleep I had this dream. I was dead, and you...you were helping me find out what happened. I just....I feel like...I don't know...I feel like you won't let me down." He looked away from me, but I slipped my finger under his chin and turned it to face me...

"I.....I....me too." I whispered.

How do two people who've never met have the same dream about each other?

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