Fix a heart (h.s.) ✔

Nightmare.

Luna's P.O.V.

After Darren, Harry and I had calmed down, I went upstairs, carefully knocking on Nash and David's door.
"Guys? Where's Nash?", I asked as I saw David and Amelia playing on the floor.
Both of their faces were sad and Amelia still had tearstains on her cheeks.
"He's in their room.", David mumbled, looking down to the little doll he was holding.

I sucked in a harsh breath.
Never once had any of us walked into my parents old bedroom since everything happened.
I quickly went over there, halting in front of the door.

The last time I went in there, I brought food to my mother the night before she left.
I didn't know what kind of emotions would overcome me once I had stepped foot into the room, but I had to be there for my brother, so I opened the door, recieving a slight creak.

"Nash?", I heard him whimpering as my eyes fell upon him, hidden beneath my parents white bed sheets.
"Luna.", he cried and I dashed forwards, lying down next to him and pulling him close to me.
"It hurts so bad! She was here, but she wasn't mum.", I knew what he meant.
The woman down there surely was our mother, yet I didn't see her as my mum that I had  known all those years.
"I know, I know. I'm so sorry."
"How is any of this your fault? Ever since they left us, all you and Darren do is apologize to us. You're huring too, arent you? They were your mum and dad too. I don't get it? How can you be so strong?", he cried into my chest, shaking with anger and pain.
"Because someone has to be.", I muttered, kissing his forehead as he finally calmed down, soon falling asleep in exhaustion.
After awhile, I let my eyes drift shut, letting myself go into a relaxing sleep.

Or so I thought...

"Luna! Get off! You're so annoying!", Darren shouted as I stayed seated on top of his back while he was lying on the floor, watching a movie.
"No way! You ruined my date yesterday! I'm not going anywhere.", I replied stubbornly as he wiggled beneath me.
"You're so heavy! I swear to god! Get off!"
"Dad! Darren said I'm fat!", I shouted through the house and a few minutes later, my father was stood in the doorway, an amused smirk on his face as he took in the sight of the two of us.

Nash and David came running in behind him, while little Amelia was perched onto his hip, not really having a clue what was going on as she sucked on her pacifier.
"I didn't! I just said she was heavy! Doesn't mean she's fat!", my big brother groaned.
"Yes it does."
"No it doesn't."
"Does too."
"Does not!"
"Enough, you guys! Luna? How about you come with me and we'll help your mother with dinner?  Darren, let Nash and Dave watch with you.", Darren rolled his eyes and I smiled at my father's words, quickly jumping off and rushing down the stairs, dad and Amelia hot on my heels.

I've always loved helping my mother cook. It had a calming affect on me and it was a lot of fun to learn new things from her.
"Luna, dear. Would you wash the vedgetables for me?", she smiled gently once I was downstairs.
My beautiful mother.
She had such a calm and caring nature and I could never love a person more than her.
My father obviously thought the same thing as he watched her rush around the kitchen, an admiring look in his sparkling blue eyes.
"I love you.", I heard him mutter from behind me, his voice so gentle and soft that it almost brought tears to my eyes.
"I love you, Christopher.", I heard the smile in her voice and I could picture her running a soft hand over his cheek before kissing him.
As I turned, wanting to tell my mum that I was finished, both of them were gone.

I didn't know what made me do it, but I ran.
Tears streamed down my face in desperate need to find my parents and soon, I found myself at the entrance of a cemetery.
I pushed the door open and somehow I was drawn to one stone in particular and as I was stood in front of it, my heart broke all over again.

Christopher Monroe
Beloved son, husband, father and friend.

The words, written in a beautiful gold, were enough for me to break down as I kneeled on the floor in front of my father's grave.
"I'm so sorry.", I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"It's not your fault, my dear. It never was.", I suddenly felt strong arms around me and a familiar smell engulfed me.
"Dad.", I gasped, my breathing increasing as I felt like my heart had stopped.
"There's no need to be sad, nor heartbroken. I'm with you at all times. I'm so proud of you, my beautiful angel. You've grown into an amazing, strong woman and I love you so much. I'll see you sometime soon, okay? ", his voice was so reassuring and I immidiately felt safe and content.
"Don't leave.", i whimpered as I looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes and he pulled me close.
"I'm never leaving. I'm always here.", he said, before putting his hand over my chest, where he surely could feel my heart beating heavily.

Suddenly everything went dark and a strong wind came up.
"I'm so sorry, my love. We'll see each other again. Hopefully not too soon. I love you more than anything, Luna. Never forget that."
"I love you too, Daddy. I won't forget.", and then, with a flash, he was gone, making me crumble to the floor in tears as heartwrenching sobs left my lips.

Harry's P.O.V.

I went up the stairs after I had talked to Darren for a while, to make sure Luna was alright.
She had seemed more that distraught and she hadn't come back down so I was pretty worried.

I looked into the twins room and saw Nash and Dave playing with Amelia.
"Do you guys know where Luna is?", I questioned, catching their attention.
"She fell asleep in our parents room, it's the last room to the right.", Nash answered, clearly still shaken up.
"Thanks."

As I made my way down the corridor, whimpers and gasps could be heard, making me walk faster until I reached the door.
I yanked the door open, taking in Luna's trashing figure as tears were streaming down her face.
I ran to her as fast as  I could, shaking her in order to wake her up from the terrible nightmare she was experiencing.
"Dad!", she gasped as she shot up, falling into my arms as soon as she realized it was me.
My heart felt like it was breaking to thousands of pieces as I realized that she was dreaming about her father.
"Oh, baby. Are you okay? It was just a dream. You're safe. I love you.", I kept mumbling ot her as my heart broke over and over again for the beautiful, broken girl in my arms.