Lurking Shadows [Harry Styles]

Chapter 7

-Chapter 7-

*Harry's POV*

I awoke to the sound of screaming.

Swiveling my head over from the open window, I watched wide eyed as Hale laid in her bed, screaming and death gripping her covers.

Was she having a bad dream? It sure sounded like it.

"Harry! Harry stop! Please!" She screamed, as if I was the one hurting her. Was she having a bad dream about me?

Well... It doesn't surprise me... I'd think she has a lot of bad dreams. By the way she's treated at school, to what happened to her parents.

And to top it all off, I decided to come in and scare the living crap out of her. If I could just do my job, and not let the other side of me take control, it would be so much easier.

But I can't control it. She is so beautiful and nice. That's the ones that my other side likes to take, to harm.

I can't let this happen to Hale. She doesn't need to be involved in this. After I've made sure she's all right, I'm going to leave.

But I might as well tell her what's going on. What if she freaks out, or worse? Tells someone?

I doubt that anyone would believe her... She doesn't have anyone to tell in the first place.

I walked over to her, standing by the bedside. She had her eyes closed tight, and her hands were squeezing the sheets so tight that her knuckles were turning white.

Her face was scrunched up, afraid. Her nose looked like a cats, all wrinkled up when it's hissing at something.

Long dark lashes rimmed her eyes, lightly brushing her red cheeks. She looked stunning, even when having a nightmare.

I caressed her face, my hand trailing over her neck...

No! Stop. I can't like her, Ill end up hurting her. She's having a nightmare about me, I shouldn't be admiring her while she's doing it.

She suddenly let out a ear splitting scream and grabbed onto my hand, squeezing it hard.

I saw something glisten on her face, and realized that she had started crying.

"Hale?" I whispered, lightly brushing her dark wavy hair out of her face.

She curled up, with her knees to her chest and started sobbing, letting out a scream.

"Hale! Hale, Wake up!" I yelled, shaking her.

She gasped and opened her eyes, immediately sitting up and pushing herself against the headboard.

Her electric blue eyes were wide and scared. She was breathing in quick little gasps, and her eyes darted around the room quickly.

I laid a hand gently on her back at an attempt to calm her down. But it didn't work- at all.

"Get the hell away from me!" She screamed, and I saw the face she looked at me with before she grabbed the covers and ran to the furthest corner in the room.

It was the face of horror. Fear. The face that I made her have. I made her afraid.

Afraid of me.

I watched her flinch when I moved towards her, so I walked towards the door instead.

Her eyes watched me almost guiltily as I walked out the door, giving her one last glance.

I felt so bad that I scared her like this. Why did it have to be me that was there that night?

The night where that horrible monster got me. And turned me into something related to itself.

I walked down the stairs, and sat on her couch in deep thought. How was I going to tell her? If I even did.

The thoughts that clouded my mind was like a heavy fog on a early December morning, it refused to go away, and it was so cold that it would numb your skin.

So heavy and blocking, that I didn't see the man with a gun standing in the living room.

*Hale's POV*

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I'm so confused right now. Why did this happen to me? It's not like I've had the most happy life.

I don't need more people in my life. More people coming in, just means more people leaving. Or getting hurt.

I remember my mom saying "What you want most Haleigh, will only come back and hurt you later."

She was the only one who ever called me by my full name.

I remember that day quite clearly.

"Mommy?" I asked quietly. I knew that she was upset about something, because she had been quiet the whole car ride home.

"Yes dear?" She replied softly.

"Where's daddy, and big brother?" I questioned, wanting to know why my father and older brother had gotten out of the car so quickly.

"They have to take care of something honey, they'll be back." She soothed, speeding up the car as we got into the freeway.

"But I want them back now..." I whined. I love my father and brother so much, it was unbelievable.

"They will come back. They may just be a while." Her voice had started to waver, and I could see her eyes starting to water through the mirror.

"Mommy? Mommy what's wrong? Did something sad happen? Why are you crying?" I asked, starting to wiggle in my car seat.

"Haleigh, calm down. It's all right." She soothed some more.

"I just want big brother and daddy safe!" I had started to cry, due to the panic setting in.

She sped up the car again,along the engine roar.

"What you want most Haleigh, will only come back and hurt you later."

Just then a gunshot rang through my ears, and I stayed frozen, listening. I didn't hear anything, so I walked downstairs, quietly.

I carried my covers with me, picking them up so they wouldn't touch the ground.

I rounded the corner that lead into my kitchen, and pushed the door open, scanning the room.

And there, lying in a pool of blood,

Was Harry.