My Tourmaline

Chapter Twelve

Cheeky bit... Skip if ya don't like !

HARRY'S POV

I was awoken by loud cries coming from Lil's room. I found myself led on the sofa, a blanket placed clumsily over me and half the floor, fully dressed.

I jumped up, rushing towards her room. There she was, clutching the duvet, violently crying and shouting "Help me!" And "Harry!!" continually. I leapt onto her bed, shaking her gently.

"Wake up, it's just a nightmare I'm here"

I reassured her, sitting her up and hugging her into me. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was shaking. I felt her heart beating fast against me. I continued to reassure her, rocking her in my arms.

"It's okay, it's okay. I won't leave your side, I'm here I'm not going anywhere." I whispered into her ear, kissing the top of her head until I felt her stop crying.

"I'm safe?" she whispered against my chest.

"You're safe."

I felt little cold droplets on my t shirt, where her tears had fallen, spreading through the material.
She slowly drifted into sleep again, not letting go of me and squeezing me tighter and tighter as the night went on. We stayed in the same position for hours, until I felt my eyes closing, drifting into a heavy sleep.

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LIL'S POV

I woke up this morning, to the angel face which saved me once again from a horrible nightmare. The themes were reoccurring from the previous nightmare I had, and I was getting worried as to how long it would go on for. I was so embarrassed from last night, it's a wonder Harry was still here.

He was facing towards me, one arm protectively slumped over my body, whilst the other hand held one of his chains, a familiar position id seen him do before. His t-shirt was crumpled underneath the pillow... He must have got hot in the night.

I really couldn't stop staring at him. It seemed the more I did so, the more I found him practically perfect. He looked so graceful while he was sleeping.. I couldn't help but think to myself how much I actually liked him. He has seen me through possibly the lowest times in this past week, and yet here he still is led beside me. I didn't want any of our time together to end. I really wanted to strip him of his front that he puts on, always being the strong protector. I'm sure there is more to him that what meets the eye.

I slowly slipped out of bed, tiptoeing out onto the landing, shutting my bedroom door behind me. The living room was a TIP. My makeup was scattered everywhere, as were random items of clothing. Why am I such a weirdo when I'm drunk?!

I quietly cleared up the mess, placing my makeup in a little pile on the table, and pushing all the items of clothing into the dirty wash basket. Ill have to sort through it all later. I was trying to be as quiet as possible, but I decided to trip over a glass which was randomly placed on the floor in the kitchen. I can't remember why it was there....

The huge thump when I fell to the floor was sure to wake Harry up....

Moments later, my bedroom door opened, revealing Harry in a pair of grey joggers and his bare slightly tanned bruised chest on show. I forgot about the fight, and realised maybe I should have cared more and asked him how he was feeling... How selfish of me...

"Morning Beautiful." He smirked, walking towards me.

"Did I wake you?!"

"Only because you weren't next to me, I felt your warmth go." he replied in a husky morning voice... It was sexy.