Glass Wall

Chapter 20

I shift my position because my neck is a little stiff. I feel Harry's protective arms around me and shuffle closer. My cheeks feel tight because of the dry tears. Our legs are intertwined and my arms are draped over his chest. His chest rises and falls as he breathes heavily. My eyes are closed as I lay my head against his chest. I hear the beating of his heart and it makes me feel calm.

He stirs in his sleep and pulls me closer to him as he rolls on his back. Now I'm on top of him. My hands are still on his chest and my hair is fanned out. When he breathes I slowly go up and then back down. His hands move from my leg, under my shirt and rests on my lower back. I should probably get off or remove his hands but he looks too peaceful. His hand is warm on my back and I have to admit I like the feeling.

I can't fall back asleep but I keep my eyes closed listening to Harry's breathing. I trail my hands down his chest and back up his arms. I don't know why I'm doing this but I don't question myself. I continue going up his arm, down his chest and back up his arm in a constant cycle. A few minutes later Harry lightly groans and wraps both of his arms around my waist. I turn my face resting on my other cheek. I look out the window and see some light streaming in through the curtains.

My mind then wanders from Harry to my dreams. After my dreadful episode, I slept so well I feel happier at the moment. When Harry was holding me I seemed to be able to sleep better. No dreams came, it was all darkness.

"Jules?..." I hear a deep voice whisper.

"Yes?" I answer getting goose bumps at the sound of his morning voice.

"Mmm." Is all he says. I lift my head to look at him. He looks back at me with tired eyes.

"I'm sorry did I wake you?" I ask feeling guilty.

"No not at all." He groans shifting me off his chest and to his side. His arm goes around my waist as his hand rests against bare my stomach. He turns his head down to look at me as I look up at him.

"Did you sleep well afterwards?" He asks not directly mentioning my nightmares.

"Yes," I answer kissing his chest. "thank you." I whisper into him. He leans his chin on my head.

"Anytime..." He whispers so I can barely hear.

We stay like this, tangled together for a little while longer. I end up separating us because I have to go to the bathroom.

I tumble over Harry and get off the bed. I quickly go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I walk back into my room and see Harry out of the covers in only his boxers.

I swallow hard and walk over to him. He puts his hands behind his head as he watches me climb on the bed. I lie on the pillow not touching him because I start to feel a little shy. He shakes his head and pulls me against him. His hand strokes my back and his chin leans on my head.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks. I know exactly what he's referring to. I look up at him with a sad smile not wanting to open up. He nods his head and kisses my cheek.

"I'm going to clean up too and then we'll have breakfast." He suggests while getting off the bed. I sit up staring at him as he leaves the room.

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I put the waffles in the toaster and walk over to the cupboard grabbing the maple syrup. I take it out and put it on the table along with our plates, forks and knives. As Harry's getting ready I decided I was going to make breakfast.

When I hear footsteps, I turn my head around to find Harry in the doorway. I smile at him as he walks over to me. I look back at the toaster as the waffles pop out.