Unpredictable Love

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Karleigh's POV

An unknown weight keeps me pinned to the bed as I try to lean upwards, I soon come to realize its Harry's arm. Darkness consumes the room, but my eyes soon adjust. A small digital clock that's hanging on the wall, reads 3:18am and I'm wondering why the hell I'm awake at this time.

I don't really remember how I exactly fell asleep, but that's not the most important thing on my mind currently. The dream that awoke me is foggy in my mind, and I'm trying desperately to recall what happened in it. I remember how vivid it was, I thought it was real for a while...until my Dad came. Painful pressure is building in my chest, and I try to maintain my breathing. My body shifts as I try to breath, and Harry grips me tighter.

Short, breathy gasps are falling from my lips as I try to control the anxiety that is overcoming me. I jerk forward out of Harry's sleeping arm, both of my hands are on my chest as I try to catch my breath.

"Karls?" Harry's husky voice calls out. Shit. I didn't want to wake him.

I can't talk, gasps are still they only thing coming from my mouth. Harry leans forward and places his arms around my shoulders. "Karleigh, Kareligh! Calm down, you're okay. Calm down." He rushes to soothe me. I nod, and my gasping slows.

"Calm down, it's okay, I'm here." He slides my body closer to his. If only he knew just how comforting his words actually are right now. My gasps have vanished, and I'm clutching a wad of sheets in my hands. Harry's hand reaches over and gently pries my fingers from the sheets. With his hands on my shoulders, he slowly leans me back down against the pillow.

His soft, gentle lips press against my barely visible collarbone and I let out a long sigh.

"Hold me darlin' come on listen to me, I won't do you no harm. Trust me darlin' come on listen to me..." Harry begins to sing to me, and even though his voice is laced with drowsiness, he has the most lovely voice I've ever heard.

His voice draws me in, as if he were a siren seducing a sailor. The words that he's singing holds much more meaning to me than he's probably intending, but I can't help the indescribable warmth that fills my chest as they leave his mouth.

Nostalgia is running through me, as I realize this is a song by John Lennon. Comfort and safety ease my mind as Harry continues to soothe me to sleep. Before I know it, I'm drifting into unconsciousness once again. This sleep is much more peaceful than the last.

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A beam of light shines into Harry's bedroom from the window, I rub the blurriness out of my tired eyes. To my surprise Harry is already awake, his eyes are glued to the ceiling and his arms are folded behind his head.

"Thanks." I say softly. Harry turns his head to look at me, and his intriguing hazel eyes study over the features on my face. His plump lips part as he speaks.

"For what?" His voice is equally as low as mine.

"For calming me down last night."

"You don't have to thank me." It's so easy to believe him when he sounds so sincere, I don't want to be naive.

"I'm too much trouble." My voice is stern, but my eyes are weak and I'm praying that he can't see through my façade.

"Karleigh, I've been needing to talk to you about...some things--" Harry starts to say and I immediately panic. His sentence is interrupted by an annoying chime from my phone. I sigh in frustration, but Harry just grins.

"You should probably get that, it's been going off all morning."

Annoyed, I reach over and grab my cell phone. When the screen lights up, I have over seven missed calls from my mother and Aunt Jocelyn combined, and a voicemail.

I tap the screen to listen to the voicemail and automatically put it on speaker so Harry can hear as well.

Her upset voice is ringing through the phone.

"Karleigh. *sigh* Karleigh, I'm sorry. You have to believe me when I say I only want the best for you. I didn't send you to Texas so you could keep trashing your life. You've got to stop with the alcohol, if you care what's good for you. That boy, Harry, he's good for you. I know it's hard, I know you miss him, I miss him too. *muffled sobs* We can't keep living in the past though, there are some days where I just don't want to get out of bed but I keep pushing forward because I know it's what your Father would want me to do."

With shaky hands I hit the end button before even finishing the voicemail. I cannot look away from the demented device in my hand.

"Why'd you do that." Harry questions

"Cause I don't fucking care what she has to say." I manage to say.

"That's a lie."

My head snaps to look at him, and my eyes are glaring harshly at him. "You don't know a thing about my relationship with my Mother."

"No, but I know you." He argues.

"Barely." I mutter.

His pupils dilate and I start to regret my words. Harry starts to lean towards me slowly. "So then show me. Show me who you are Karleigh Jane Grey." His voice is seducing and chills run up my spine.

"You don't want to know." I whisper.

"Be my girlfriend." His words come out in a rush, and they take me by complete surprise. "What?" I choke.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Every fiber in my body is screaming Yes, of course!! but my mind is second guessing things.

"Harry,"

"You drive me crazy Karleigh, I've got to have you." How can I resist him? My brain is scolding me for falling too fast, but I don't have the strength to fight my heart.

"I can't make you happy." This is his final chance to escape, I can't push him away again.

"What if you already do..." His facial expression is torn. I nod my head barely and my nodding starts to increase. "Okay." I say, giddily.

"Okay?" He asks.

"Okay, I'll be your girlfriend." The words are breathy and just as they get out of my mouth, Harry crashes his lips against mine in a passion-filled kiss.

He pulls away, leaving me breathless and the charming smile on his face is only stunning me more.

"You won't regret this." He promises.

"You might." I tease him with a flirtatious wink. He chuckles and presses his lips to mine once more.