Him (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20

Rose's POV.

I wake up with strong, muscular arms around me and I smile to myself. I didn't have a nightmare this night. I'm relieved, but then again, I'm scared too.

I open my eyes and turn around on the bed so I'm facing Harry, who is sleeping soundly. I wonder how long we've been here. I start to draw circles on his chest and just as I stop Harry starts to mumble.

"Why did you stop?" He says and I giggle to myself as he keeps his eyes shut.

"Stop what?" I play along and he smirks.

"Just do what you did." He mumbles, still keeping his eyes shut.

"Oh.. you mean this?" I smile and gently move my hand to his privates. His eyes shoot open but as the surprise wears off in a second, his features soften and he looks at me with a smirk.

"Well that's good too." He says with a small chuckle and kissing my forehead and snuggling me closer, if that's even possible, and resting his head on the top of mine. I hate it how I'm so much shorter than him, but I guess that's what makes our bodies perfectly fit for each other, especially in situation like this.

"Okay you're free to leave." Someone calls from the cell door and it startles me, so I accidentally squeeze his.. privates. He lets out a deep grunt as I pull away with an apologetic shock.

"I'm so sorry!" I whisper yell and he just shakes his head as we get up.

"It's okay." He smirks with a small laugh, and I giggle as he struggles to walk. It's actually quite funny now that I think of it.

"Thank you." Harry says to the guard who opened the door and we walk out to get our stuff. They weren't inspected, cause they didn't really need to. I'm actually surprised.

As we walk out of the building after the police ask us a few last questions, we go straight to a cab. Then inside of it smells like leather, which is probably cause of the leather seats, duh, and with a hint of cinnamon. It's a weird combination, but I guess it's normal for an old cab like this. We sit down, getting in a conversation after Harry tells the driver to go to the airport.

"Want a animal cracker?" I ask Harry as I munch on some, from a bag I bought in the ship.

"No, thank you. How's your arm?" He asks.

"Huh?" I ask confused.

"You slept on it pretty weird last night, looks like it hurt."

"Oh.. It did hurt but It's suddenly painless." I say with a small laugh.

"You know, I never really thanked you for saving me." He says quietly and I laugh a bit before answering.

"Please don't. I don't do thanks. I get all red and I have to bail. It's not pretty." I say to him, tough I'm not sure that'll happen with Harry. I feel like home with him.

"Well then forget-that thing. Especially the part where I kind of owe you my life." He says looking at my eyes and I blink a few times before pulling a cracker from the bag, hoping to change the subject.

"Look. Monkey. And he has a little hat. And little pants." I giggle and show it to him.

"Yeah, I see." He says with a smirk, clearly not thinking about the monkey, since he's looking at me.

"The monkey is the only cookie animal that gets to wear clothes, you know that... You have the sweetest smile I've ever seen... So I'm wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sort of ripped? Like, is the hippo going, "hey man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity." And you know the monkey's just, [in French accent] "I mock you with my monkey pants," then there's a big coup at the zoo..." I ramble on getting a bit nervous. I know it's weird since me and Harry have been together for almost 6 months, but I still do get nervous, don't judge me.

"The monkey's French?" He asks chuckling.

"All monkeys are French. You didn't know that? I mean it's only logical since-" I ramble again but he cut me off my pressing his lips to mine and settling his right hand in my hair, and the other one one my lower back, pulling me against him. It took me about half-a-second to react, and put my hands around his neck, and playing with his curls.

As soon as it was getting probably too heated, the driver coughs awkwardly and announces we're at the airport. He pull away a bit awkwardly, and get out. Just as the cab drives away we both start laughing.

"That must have been more awkward for him than us." He says taking his laugh a bit more under control as I do the same, nodding.

"Yeah, we were pretty much snogging and he was trying to drive. Poor guy, I didn't even realize." I giggle.

"Well, you were rambling." He says with a small smirk as we walk towards the check-in table.

"Was not!" I say hitting his arm playfully, but couldn't fight the smile on my face, which didn't go unnoticed by him.

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As the plane starts moving, I look away from the window. It always makes me nauseous to look at a plain going up so fast.

"I'm sorry." Harry says as I reast my head on his shoulder.

"For what?"

"For this. Bringing you into this fucked up excuse of a life-" He starts but I cut him off by sitting straight an putting my hands to either side of his head, as I look straight at his eyes.

"Harry, there is nowhere I would rather be. I love you, and no matted what happens, I want to spend forever with you." I say as I put my hands on my lap, and place a simple kiss on his cheek as he smiles a bit.

"But it was increadibly selfish to drag you into this.." He says quietly.

"You would have destroyed me if you didn't." I smile and rest my head on his shoulder again.

"I love you too." He says, answering my previous statement, and I smile.

"Promise you'll never leave me?" I ask him closing my eyes.

"Not ever at any cost." He says taking my hand and drawing circles in it.

"Good." I say as I slowly start to drift to sleep, only to be woken up to crying and screaming behind me.

"What the hell.." I mutter as I open my eyes, and there's a very conserned Harry next to me.

"We're going down." He says, panic clear in his voice and my breath gets stuck in my throat, as I feel my stomach sink and I panic. OH MY GOD.

"H-Harry-" I start but break into sobs as I glance out the window. We're still pretty high.

"Shh.. Babe, do you trust me?" He asks as he stands up pulling me up too.

"Of course I-" I start but I hear a loud crash and everything goes black, except for the ugly creature... Demon, in front of me.

I gasp for air as I open my eyes, then realize it was just a dream. Harry looks at me wide eyes asking if I'm okay and I shake my head no, before letting out a few sobs as I hug him, and he tries his best to comfort me.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay." He whispers. I can sort of see a pattern in the dreams, first, waking up alone without Harry, in an empty, eerie room.. Plane crashing.. Two of six things I'm afraid of.. But what happenes, when the demon is done with the nightmares? What if, I only have four dreams left?