Start It All Over Again (Harry Styles)

Chapter 17 (Caitlyn)

I woke up and I feel like I've been sleeping for hours. I looked at the clock by the nightstand. It's almost midnight. It's 11:42 p.m. There is a pressure on my left hand. Someone is holding it. I looked at him and even though my room is kind of dark, the lamp reflected the features of the person. It's Harry. I didn't remove my hand from his. I don't want to wake him. He's sleeping placidly and I don't have the guts to wake someone who sleeps like that. I observed him. He is better if he's sleeping. He is more quiet and peaceful. His forehead creased and suddenly his eyes are breaming with tears.

"Don't you leave me again. Please." I heard the pleading in his voice. Who's the person he is referring to?

"No! No! No! Please." He is in pain now. I pulled my hand away from his and I sat up.

"Harry! You're only dreaming. Wake up!" I shook his shoulders trying to get him out of his nightmare. He is still yelling. I did it with more force.

"Harry! Wake up! I said wake up!" I screamed trying to get to him. Finally, he came back to his senses.

"Caitlyn?" He looked at me, tears streaming down his face. He looked so fragile and vulnerable.

"What happened? You were shouting and I was so... worried." I muttered.

"I had nightmares. The girl I loved... she's slipping away from me. I don't want her to be gone again." he explained. I became silent for a while. Not knowing what to say or do.

I got out from my bed and hugged him from behind. My instincts told me that this is the best way to somehow lessen his pain and helped him to get through with it. I stayed in my place for a while. I rested my head on his shoulder; to let him know that I was there for him.

"She will not be gone again. I promise you. You will get her back and you will both continue your story." I murmured.

"I hope so. Thank you, Caitlyn. If you only know." he replied and I was quite shocked with the last four words he had said.

"What do you mean? If I only knew?" I pulled away and went back to my bed. I sat on it, facing him.

"Its... n-nothing." he stuttered. "How are you? You were out for a long time." he asked me, wanting to change the topic.

"Are you sure that it's nothing?" I looked at him conspicuously and he nods. "I'm doing good. Besides, it was not the first time that I blacked out. But the first time it happened, it was ages ago." I said. I was seventeen then. I was with Mum and Dad back then. I don't know what caused me to faint and the memory is not that clear anymore.

"Do you know what caused you to black out a while ago?"

"I... I don't know. The vision is not that clear. I... I saw an image of a boy and a girl watching the sunset together and they were so happy being together. " I told him of what I've seen. I can't visualize the face of the boy and the girl. It was so unclear.

"So, it's like the sunset has triggered something from you?" he inquired.

"I don't recall an event watching sunsets when I was younger. I just... don't know." I shook my head. I don't remember something. And for once in my life, I don't know myself.

"You can't remember anything?" he asked me once again. Why is he asking me about this.

"Of course. I remember everything. Maybe because I am thinking of so many things I forgot that detail already." I told him and he just nodded.

We were both quiet for awhile. Our unsteady breathing are the sounds that we can only hear. Sometimes, he will look at me and I will look away. If I look at him, he will look away either.