Through the night, I toss an turn because I can't sleep. Every time I turn, Harry's grip tightens, making sure I don't leave. But that dream I had... It was.. Scary. It was the worst dream I have ever had. What does it mean? Could it really happen?
I don't think so. Harry is so strong... He would never do something like that... Or would he. Stop it, Skye! He's a strong boy! He would never do such a thing. He is too perfect. Speaking of perfect, I look over at him. His angelic figure, sound asleep, holding me in his arms. His messy curls spread out on the pillow, his mouth open just a tad, his breathing ever so steady. It was truly beautiful. I smile at the thought. I take my hand and brush away a few stray curls from his forehead. Then, I caress his cheek. He nuzzles his face closer to my touch, not waking up at all. My smile gets bigger. He is so cute. I just can't stand it. He relaxes a bit more and a very small smile creeps on his face. Is stop because my arm gets tired.
"Don't stop." He says, eyes still closed.
I giggle and continue.
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I wake up at about 10:30. I look over to see Harry still sound asleep.
"Harry..." I whisper.
"Mmm." Is my response.
"Time to get up." I whisper again.
"No. It's to early." He says and puts the pillow over his head.
"You gotta get up!" I say.
"No."
"Come on, Harry!"
"No. I'm tired."
"Ughhh."
I grab my pillow and start hitting him with it.
"Get up! Get up! Get up!" I yelled.
"Ok ok fine." He said.
"Thank you." I said.
"How are you today." He asked in his morning voice.
"I'm good... I think."
He came over and gave me a hug.
"Great. Now how do you really feel?"
"Terrible. I feel terrible. I miss him, Harry, I really do." I cried.
"I know, I know. But I'm only asking you this because you can't just act like it never happened. You can't just act like nothing happened."
"You're right," I said wiping my eyes. "Thank you, Harry." I kissed him. When we pulled away, he wiped my tears away with his thumbs.
"I love you, Skye."
"I love you, too." I hugged him again.
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We walked into the kitchen to see that Anne hasn't left for work yet. She notices my red, puffy eyes but pretends like she doesn't see them, and engulfs me in a hug.
"You can stay as long as you need to, sweetie. We will help you get back on your feet."
"Thank you so much, Anne! It really means a lot! You are the best!"
"Anytime, honey! Now I made you two breakfast. I gotta go to work. Bye!" Me and Harry both waved. We both began to eat.
"Your mum's a good cook. Now I know where you get it from." He smiled.
"Speaking of that, where's your mum? I haven't seen her yet." He asked.
"Oh um yeah she has two jobs. She only has a few hors off and she uses them for sleep. I rarely see her," I said not looking into his eyes.
"Oh. Must be tough."
"Yeah. I'm used to it now, though."
He looked sad.
"What's wrong, Harry?" I asked.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry you don't get to see your mum much."
"Harry, it's not your fault." I said.
"I know, but still. It sucks not being able to see her."
"It does... But I get her on the weekends."
"Oh well that's good"
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The mail man walked up and put the mail on the porch.
"Skye, can you get it?" Harry asked.
"Sure!"
I grab it, looking to see if the doctor mailed us my test results. I had them send it to Harry's address so my dad wouldn't see it, but I don't need to worry about it anymore.
I see a large envelope addressed to me. I set the mail on the counter, grab my envelope, and head to Harry's room. I look around and no ones around. I open the envelope and...
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