Only You {h.s}

Chapter Twenty Three*

"Pretty little thing."

"Don't you know you're mine?"

"My little pet."

"Tell Harry I'm coming for you."

My eyes shoot open and I sit up abruptly. I feel a bead of sweat dripping down my forehead. I can't seem to catch my breath, so I walk to my window and yank it open.

A cool gust of wind blows into my room, giving me chills. I gather my hair to one shoulder and lean my upper body out the window.

It's dark outside, so I know it's still the middle of the night. I look down at the ground, dying grass covered in frost. I close my eyes, trying to calm down.

I don't understand why I keep having nightmares about him. This is the third night in a row. It hasn't been like this in years. I felt like I was finally starting to move past it, but I guess not.

I can't ever see his face in my dreams. I just hear his voice. His cold, disembodied voice ringing in my ears. It always ends with him telling me he's coming to get me. I can't escape him.

Sometimes I think about jumping. My window isn't high enough to set me free, but I dream of it regardless. I think about leaving. And I think I would if it wasn't for Harry.

I was barely hanging on before he came back. And every once in a while I have moments like this, that take me back to those days. Complete and utter hopelessness floods my mind and I'm too tired to fight it.

Sometimes I resent Harry, just a little, for saving me. Sometimes I wish he never would've found me that night of the party. But this is only sometimes and these sometimes are fleeting.

I think Harry could be an angel. He has this aura about him that makes you feel like you're the most important person in the world. I like that feeling.

The effect Harry has had on me has drastically influenced my thoughts. The more I think of him, the less I think about jumping. The less I have to search for happiness because he is right here.

I sigh deeply and shut my window. All these thoughts about my past really weigh me down. Remembering anything I went through that made me who I am today makes me miserable. I want to forget it all.

I wonder if Harry gets nightmares too. It seems like nothing gets to him. I think he might be invincible or something. My clichéd knight in shining armor.

I can see the soft glow of the kitchen light from the top of the steps. I decide to go downstairs, either to be met with Louis and confront him about his girlfriend or see Harry. I'm hoping for the latter.

I'm happy to find Harry's shirtless body standing in front of the sink, gazing out the window. He has a cup of tea in his hand and papers spread all over the table.

The time on the stove reads 3:37. I'm glad we have a little time to ourselves before Louis gets up for work.

I knock on the doorway to get his attention. He turns around with an irritated expression on his face, but relaxes when he sees it's me.

"What are you doing up?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

"Can't sleep," I mumble, running my finger along the edge of the counter.

"Another nightmare?"

"Yep," I say, popping the "p".

Harry shakes his head sympathetically. He sets his tea down and puts his hands on my waist, holding me close.