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8-Dreams

"Ugly bitch, worthless, friendless," Harry's flawless face glared down at me. "Look at how pathetic you are, your only friends are two cats and a dog, your dad was an alcoholic and your mum didn't earn any money. Your friends ditched you. Your-"

"Ha-Harry, stop. Please." I begged, tears prickling my eyes, though I know what he said was true.

He sneered at me. "Don't speak to me. You aren't worthy enough. You shouldn't even be in my presence."

"No. Harry. Please just listen."

He laughed. As if what I said was a joke.

I awoke with a start, a cold bead of sweat trickling down the side of my face, Harry's peacefully sleeping body next to me. I turned over and shut my eyes. But just before I fell asleep, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me against a wall, wait, not a wall, Harry.

"Emmi?" a weak voice called from the bed.

"Mumma," I squeaked, releasing Harry's hand and rushing over to her bed.

"Who's this?" Mumma squinted. "That isn't Harry Styles is it, Emmi?"

"It is, Mumma." When she tried to respond, I gently cut her off. "Shh, it's a long story. I'll tell you later," a tear skimmed down my cheek; there would be no later.

Harry hung back, until I looked over hopefully. In two strides, he was beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

He started rubbing light circles on the top of my arm, calming me.

I barely found the strength to smile, "I love you, Mum." A few droplets strayed from my tear ducts.

I stroked Mummas cheek, trying to calm her, yearning to touch her once more before she left this world. At the thought a few more tears trailed down my face.

Her heartbeat was slowing down; I could hear the soft beep, beep, beep, losing momentum. Mumma's breathing was becoming weaker, and my body shook with quiet sobs.

"I l-love you," I whispered an instant before she slipped away, and a doctor, accompanied by three nurses, entered, ushering us out.

This time I woke by the sobs that shook my body. I knew I couldn't fall asleep again so I went to the kitchen, tears sliding down my face by the millisecond. I found a packet of hot chocolate in one of the near empty cupboards through my tears and boiled the water. As the water boiled, I pulled a cup from another cupboard and shakily poured the water and powder. Then I sat down at the counter and let the tears flow freely.

I'd bawled until the tears ran dry. By then the hot chocolate had cooled to a temperature that was drinkable. As I finished the creamy drink, I heard shuffling behind me. Having been living with animals, I wasn't surprised, until I turned to face the door.

A gasp escaped my lips as I saw a very sleepy Harry paused in the doorway.

"Em, you're so beau-"

"Har-"

"You're beautiful, Em. You really are."

"Harry!"

"Emmilee. You're perfect."

"Harry. Stop. You don't know me well enough to say that. You're tired. Go to bed." I coldly say; I didn't want to get hurt again.

He furrowed his eyebrows, hurt, but went back to the bed and not two minutes later, when I got there, he's already asleep.

He's so beautiful.

I padded over, barefoot, to the queen sized bed and curled up in the sheets. Hoping that the dreams would leave me alone the rest of the night, which they did not, I adjusted my mussed hair.

"You are fat, your nose is too big, you have too much acne, your fingers are thick and manly, your thighs are pressed against each other when you stand and when you walk, you're disgusting. You don't deserve my attention, my love, my presence. I am ashamed to call you a fan of One Direction. You publicly humiliated me and the rest of the boys. 'Our Harry's in love.' What the hell were they thinking. I don't love you. I don't even like you. I couldn't even love you. You aren't a model. You couldn't even model for obese people, you're that fat. You barely have eyelashes, you're hair is much too frizzy. The only reason I kissed you was to shut you up, you were so annoying, I couldn't stand you any longer. You disgusting, foul creature. No wonder all your friends left you. You insulted my best mates girlfriend, Niall had to endure you because he's a good person. I feel so bad for him. He had to deal with you for God knows how long. I regret talking to you more than anything in my life, and I've done some pretty regretful things, believe me." Harry taunts, growling and yelling at me. Who knew that when the worlds biggest popstar yelled, spit flew everywhere? Who knew he was so cruel and inhuman? Who knew he had the ability to heal people and then break them into a far worse condition that they already were in? And who knew, even if he'd been kind out of pity, that he would do this to someone who admired him and just lost everything?

I gasped awake. It felt as if I had been drowning and then found air again. I was shivering because of the layer of cold sweat that covered my body. My heart raced and my eyes pricked as if I were crying, but no tears came out. That would be because of the amount I had cried earlier. I kept gasping for air, creating the illusion that I had been unable to breathe; which I very well could've been.

"Em? Sweetie, are you awake?" Harry murmured softly.

"Y-Yes-s." I stutter, at the moment not caring that he called me 'sweetie'.

"Here, I made you some hot chocolate," He shyly handed me the steaming mug.

"I... Thank you, Harry." I muttered, surprised.

"Oh, erm, you're welcome," He stumbled on his words, smiling, and bent his head down, scratching the back of his neck. He clambered in next to me as I sipped the hot -but not too hot - liquid, and wrapped a strong arm around my shoulders, drawing me closer to him.

I sighed, content in the moment.

"Em, you're beautiful, you know that?"

"Harry..." I groaned. "Please don't."

"But, it's the truth!" He whined softly in my ear.

"Who knew that Harry Styles whined?" I teased quietly.

"My mum." He shot back without a blink and then fell into a peal of laughter. "You should go back to sleep, love."

"M'kay." I sleepily said, yawning directly after.

He gently took the smooth porcelain mug from my fingertips by the mossy green grip and placed it on the dark nightstand. I eased back into a laying position and then closed my eyes, Harry running his fingers through my hair.

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