Unpredictable Love

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Karleigh's POV

"Kalreigh." A loud voice echoes through my ears. I lean forwards and stare around the empty white room. What the hell? Where the hell am I?

My feet begin walking, but to nowhere in particular considering the room is completely empty. There doesn't seem to be any walls, just an eternity of white. "Hello?" I yell out.

"Karleigh." The deep voice says again, and I stop walking. Slowly, I spin in a circle on my heels in search for the caller. No one is around, just me, alone. How did I get here?

Just as I'm about to call for help, I see a dark shadow in the distance. Without hesitation, I begin walking towards the mysterious silhouette. With every step that I take, the room begins to morph into a different scenery. Confusion is sweeping over me as the empty white room shifts into my house from Georgia.

My feet freeze and I realize I'm standing on the stairs of my house, my body is paralyzed as I watch my Mother walk to the front door to answer the random knocking. Nostalgia fills my body and I know exactly where I've seen this familiar scene play out.

My Mom's hand reaches for the doorknob. "No! Stop! Don't answer the door!" I scream to my Mother, but she doesn't acknowledge me, or even hear me. She twists the knob and Sargent Ruiz stares at my mom, with a seldom look upon his face.

"No! No, no, no." I hear myself say the exact same words of the day of these terrible events. I struggle to run to the door, by my mother's side but I cannot move. Tears flood my eyes, and everything is blurry. I can't make out the words that Sargent Ruiz is saying, but I don't need to. His haunting words played through my head night after night, after my Dad passed away.

Air isn't coming into my lungs and I'm gasping for air, clenching for anything to help me breath.

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Harry's POV

"Karleigh!" I call to her, trying to awake her from this nightmare. I watch as her facial features twist in agony. Tears are streaming down her face and she's mumbling.

"Karleigh." I continues to call her, shaking her lightly.

"No! No, no, no!" She cries out, and her hand clenches around my white t-shirt. I brush my hand against her cheek. "Karleigh!!" I say loud.

Her body jerks forward with a jolt, and she gasps for air as she takes in her surroundings. Her fist is still clenched tightly around my shirt, but I don't say anything.

She scans the bedroom and her eyes fall on me, laying beside her. Relief flows through her crystal eyes and her breathing returns to a normal pace. Gently, she leans back onto the bed, shifting comfortably into my side. Her grip on my shirt loosens, but she keeps her hand on my torso. My eyes stay fixed on her, and she peeks up at me.

"You fell asleep." My voice is low. She blinks heavily and nods. "I'm not... going back to sleep." Her voice is hoarse and I wrap my arms tighter around her.

"Do you want to talk--"

"No." She snaps, cutting me off.

"Here." I murmur, as I remove my shirt and hand it to her. She takes the t-shirt in her hands and stares at it for a moment.

"You didn't bring any clothes to sleep in remember..." I explain and she nods.

"Cover you eyes." She instructs me, and I oblige. I can hear her shuffling around for a few seconds, before she speaks.

"Alright." She whispers, and I uncover my eyes. Karleigh's previous clothes are in a pile on my floor, while she now wears my white shirt. She leans back into my side and I automatically wrap my arm around her. A sudden urge comes over me, and I press my lips against her forehead. From her lips escapes a long sigh and her eyelids flutter closed.

Contrary to her previous statement, it doesn't take long for her to fall back asleep. Her head rests against my shoulder, and I turn on the t.v. just in case she wakes up again. Listening to her breathing is calming, and soon enough I find myself drifting off to sleep as well.

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Karleigh's POV

My arm stretches out to the right and feels around the bed for Harry. After a moment, my hand still finds nothing. I dart up from the mattress, my eyes flying open and just as I had suspected there is no Harry in the bed. The t.v. is on, but there is no sign of Harry and for some unknown reason I start to panic.

"Harry?" My tired voice calls out, only to receive no response. I climb out of the bed and pad out into the hallway and down the stairs. "Harry?" I try again.

"Good morning." A tired voice says from behind me, I spin around and see Niall standing in the kitchen eating something that I can't make out from here.

"Good morning." I reply nonchalantly

"Lovely pajamas." Niall smirks and I look down. Much to my horror I find that I'm only wearing Harry's white v-neck t-shirt. I squeal and jump behind the counter to hide my legs from Niall's view.

"Where's Harry.." I squeak in embarrassment and Niall chuckles.

"Bathroom," he says and points down the hall. My eyes look in the direction that his finger points and heat fills my cheeks. The hallway is quite far from this counter, and my legs will be fully exposed if I try to cross. My eyes flicker to Niall who's minding his own business and eating his breakfast.

I dart across the living room and into the hallway, and I can hear Niall chuckling from the kitchen.

"Shut up!" I yell, and knock on the bathroom door. From outside the door I can hear the shower water running. There isn't an answer and I twist the doorknob to find that the doors unlocked. Steam is thick in the bathroom and the mirrors are all foggy. I step into the bathroom, and close the door behind me. My pupils are glued to the shower curtain, which is currently the only thing that's separating me from a naked Harry right now.

"Harry?" For some reason I feel very shy right now.

Harry sticks his head out of the shower curtain and my knees feel weak at the sight of him, hair drenched and dripping droplets of water down his face. The corners of his mouth pull up into a dazzling smile and I feel my brain going into a frenzy.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." He teases and I force out a laugh, but I'm still disoriented from his mouth-watering appearance.

His head pops back behind the curtain and I hear the shower water cut off and Harry reaches out of the curtain to grab his towel. The curtain slowly opens and my eyes nearly explode out of my head as I take in a soaking Harry, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He steps out of the shower and moves closer to me. Short rugged breaths are falling from my lips and I'm blinking rapidly in order to try and control my frantic, perverted thoughts.

Harry steps closer and my imagination runs wild with thoughts of what could happen next.