Unexpected Turn. [h.s. & n.h.]

Chapter 37

Day 14/ Part 2

ALLIE'S POV

Niall set the kettle on and was making lemon and ginger tea, I was never a tea person, I would always drink coffee or hot chocolate but never tea, the only thing closest to tea I drank when I was sick or had a sore throat was hot water, lemon and honey but since I moved to England tea has grown on me, I do love coffee more but I don't mind having a hot cup of chocolate mint tea for breakfast every now and then.

"Al? Did you hear me?" He asked, waving is hand in front of my face.

I shook my head, "I was daydreaming again, sorry. What did you say?"

"I asked if you would like honey in your tea."

"You already know the answer to that Niall, two spoons like always please." I gave him a warm smile.

"It's always better to double check, what were you daydreaming about?" He asked while pouring the boiling hot water into the mugs.

"I was daydreaming about how much I used to hate tea," I said letting out a small laugh.

"You can't call yourself a brit if you don't even like tea Al." he joked, handing me my tea.

"I will learn to love tea eventually," I said taking a sip from the mug, "This isn't half bad," I remarked.

"Good I am glad you like it, but enough with the tea talk Al." He said with a serious tone.

"Niall please, we don't need to talk about it. I have Ben for that." I sighed, looking down into my mug.

"One thing, that's all and then I won't ask again. I promise." He pleaded.

"Fine."

He sighed in relief, "What triggered it?"

"Out of all things you ask that, no you can ask something else because I don't want to talk about it." I hissed.

"I can call Ben and get it out of him if you really want me too." He sassed back.

"Go for it." I urged, raising my eyebrow. If he called Ben he would get half-truth at least and then I wouldn't have to talk about the other awful half.

"What'd you leave out Allison? I'm not stupid you know. You wouldn't give it up that easy, so what is it? What didn't you tell Ben?" He scolded.

"Call me Allison one more time," I warned, gripping the mug tight and biting down on my tongue to keep from yelling.

"I am your best friend, just get it out now because you know one way or another I will get it out of you." He said full of confidence. He knows he'll get it out of me no matter what.

"You know what fine, you want to know so badly Niall. My nightmares are back and worse than before. I dreamt that I got the phone call saying Harry had passed. I woke up crying, shaking and in a sweat because it was so real and vivid, I was fucking terrified. Then I got up and I saw your note on the kitchen counter and for once I didn't want to bother you with my issues, you have been by my side for the past two weeks and you finally deserved a night off so I dealt with it." I confessed, for once I didn't feel tears form, I kept together.

"There back?" He asked with confusion, "Al, if they are worse, we all know what happened last time."

"Actually, the only people that know the real truth are Harry, you and me." I remarked.

Last year I had a nightmare that got to me badly, Harry and Niall were off in Australia visiting the others and I had to stay home because I had too much school work to do, at first I didn't mind being alone, it was nice to have some time to myself I got a lot of school work done and I also had a chance to clean out my closet to sort clothes and organize. Things took a turn on the fifth night. As a child I always had bad dreams, I swear I spent most nights sleeping in the middle of my parents in their bed, as I grew older I would have nightmares where I would scream and sleep walk, but when someone would wake me up I wouldn't remember a damn thing. The last nightmare I had was when I was fourteen until that night, but none of my other nightmares could compare to the one I had on that fifth night I dreamt I was in a pitch-dark room, there were two spotlights, one on me and one across from me, there was this dark lanky creature who would fly in and would be holding one of my friends, one by one he brought in everyone I had ever loved and would kill them, I couldn't close my eyes or move so I was forced to watch. I woke, crying, sweating and trembling. I remembered what Harry would always tell me if I had a bad dream, " Al they're just demons in your head, they can't hurt you, think of the happiest memory you have, it will kill all the demons off." So I would sit in my bed and think of the happiest moment/memory, which was the first Christmas, we had up at Harry's parent's house. I hoped that it would be a one-time dream but it came back the next night, I woke up at three in the morning, again crying and shaking, so I stayed up for the rest of the night, too scared to sleep. Three days later Harry and Niall came home, I never called them to tell them about the nightmares I was having because I didn't want to ruin their trip, I knew if I called Harry would have been on the next plane leaving Sydney. When they came into the living room all I heard was Niall gasp. I was pale as if I had seen a ghost, dehydrated and sleep deprived. They took me to the hospital immediately and I was treated, when we got home I fell asleep in Harry's arms and slept through two days without having a nightmare, all because I fell asleep in arms that I felt safe in.