Undead Protector - MAJOR EDITING - Harry&Alice book 1.

Chapter 11

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I lay awake on my back, watching as the sun began shining in random lines through the blinds.  
"Alice, breakfast" Harry shouted from the kitchen making me shoot out of bed and downstairs, I saw Summer coming out of her room. She shot me daggers causing Liam to whisper something in her ear. She sighed before zooming downstairs before me. I thank Liam before we walked downstairs side by side. I listened to him try to make general coversation. As I walked into the kitchen everyone looked up and gave me a small smile except from Summer who was still shooting daggers at me. What's her problem? I sighed as I took a seat next to Harry.

"You alright, love?" He greets me
"Yeah fine" I grumble giving Summer the same look she's giving me
"Are you not eating?" I heard Liam say to the small angry teen.
"No... I'm saving my appetite" She eyes me carefully; I gulped loudly.

"Enough, Summer" Harry tries keeping calm "You're getting on my nerves" 
"And she's getting on mine" Summer growls.

I get this feeling, Summer isn't telling/showing us everything she saw in her 'vision'. The second I thought that, Louis looks at me like I'm a genius.

'I'm going to try see her thoughts, okay? And if she avoids my touch. Leave the room. No arguments' He mentally tells me. I nod making sure only Louis notices.
"Summer, I like your top" Louis' badly acts as he goes to grab the sleeve of Summer's shirt, but she flinches away. Proving my suspicions right and she doesn't want Lou to see into her thoughts. I stand, quickly walking out the room and straight up to the third floor, where mine and my protector's rooms are located. Once I step foot in my room I notice Summer in there holding Maxxy.

"You listen to me, right now. Okay?" She whispers so the others don't know she's here - I gathered this since I could hear everyone opening and closing doors downstairs. I nod. "You're going to kill us all. Those idiots downstairs are going to go to war with or without your help, Their necks will be snapped and then they're gone. Understand?"

"My help?" I stutter. She nods
"So... I'm going to kill you... Before you kill them" What? What does-?

My thoughts are cut short as Summer sinks her teeth into my neck, causing a searing pain to go through my entirety, I thought I was going to die, I screamed in pain- In agony. It was to much, I felt the emptiness in my body as well as I saw small droplets of red hit the floor with tiny splatters. I silently hoped my scream alerted the others of my whereabouts.

I suddenly heard many voices 'Summer, stop!' 'No, Summer. Drop her!' 'You're killing her' 'Summer! No!' Then it all went black. Everything was gone.

The darkness was serene. Enjoyable I must admit. Just as my body adjusted to the darkness it was all bright. The area was brightened by the sun reflecting on a small pond of crystal water. My body was in complete bliss surrounded by the tranquility of water. Swimming, I'd always loved it.

By now, I had figured I was passed out. Maybe even dead, but I don't care I am happy here, I can feel the coolness of the water pooling around my paddling feet and the sound of my parents laughter. I felt like a child again. I loved it. I looked around the perfectly green garden with the occasional burst of colours from flowers. My eyes lay upon a tall figure, watching. I remember this image, I always have. I had nightmares about it for many years, the tall dark man always watching me, always. But the image now is clearer...
I can make out the chocolate brown curls, the pure white teeth, calming green eyes even his un-naturally tight jeans.

It was Harry.

The image and sounds began morphing into one I found all to familiar - The school playground. The person stood in front of me... Katy Wilson, never thought I'd see her again. Well here I am, re-enacting the last time she was ever harsh to me. I listen to her vile language as she shouts at me. I finally have enough and lash out, screaming at her. Screaming everything I've ever thought of her, my initial thought was her chickening out and running away but she pullsmy hair then takes advantage my distracted state and stamps on my foot. I fall to the ground; craddling my foot. I take the risk and look up at my bully but her eyes are glued straight ahead and glossed over in fright. I looked behind me, recognizing the dark stature stood behind the plants in the school gardens. This time it was the sparkling gold in his eyes, that gave it away.

It was Harry.

The time I nearly drowned and I was saved but when I managed to open my eyes, I was alone. There was rustles in the bushes though.

It was Harry.

The time I defied gravity and stopped from falling into a pit of nettle bushes (Scariest moment ever) I still remember the relieved green dots in the distance as I regained my balance after someone had saved my life though I thought I was just awesome at the time, thinking back at the frightened animals and the blur weaving through the trees.

It was Harry.

The time all the my dads chemicals and books fell and I was pushed back before they could land on me the memory of a shadow-like blur jumping through the open window - stuck in all my nightmares.

It was Harry.

The day my mother died and I sat outside taking advantage of the thunder storm to drown in my sorrows. Letting the weather match my depressive thoughts. Before the sun came out, the tall, dark, stalking male gave me the sun. He made me happy when it was near impossible.

It was Harry.

It was always Harry. He was always there, helping me. Looking after me. It was him and I was so ignorant so unaware.

So unaware that every nightmare was nothing but a beautiful dream, A dream showing me I was safe but I never thought into it, never looked deep enough to see the person I thought was trying to kill me, was only saving me. Just caring when no one else was, he cared when my mother wasn't alive to, when my father was too busy to, when the teachers were too stressed to, when my friends were to young too. 

Harry was, is and always will be my saviour. My life. My everything. My hope. My reason to be alive.

Harry means everything to me, I owe Harry everything I have. I may not be able to properly admit it yet, but I do.

Harry is my protector.

Protector.

Pro-tec-tor.
/prəˈtektər/

Noun.
A person who protects or defends somone or something. Or a thing that protects someone of something from injury.

Synonyms:
- Patron - Defender - Gaurdian - 

That is what Harry is.

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It's so short:3 I so sorry ;_; I just didn't wanna wake Alice up yet.
Please, please someone tell me they're angry at Summer, or is it just me? ...Oh ok.

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