bright - h.s

eight

A/N: hey guys! if you follow me you would know that I am being hesitant on continuing this story. I don't get much feedback on it, and im scared that its not good. So if you would please comment your opinion, and maybe things i could change or improve... 

OKEY :)

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Nova p.o.v

The night was starting to die down, which meant time to go back to our rooms and go to bed. I stopped by the nurse's office to take my evening meds. I had to take three: one for my depression, one to calm me, and one I wasn't sure what it did, but it made me very giggly and carless. I arrived back at my room, and grabbed my toilet bag and my pink onesie that I sleep in.

There was already four people in the bathroom once I arrived, none of which I was really friends with, so I just greeted them with a nod. The floor was cold under my feet, as I made my way towards a sink to brush my teeth. I hate mint flavored toothpaste, so I used the kid kind of toothpaste that tastes like bubblegum. Yum.

I returned back to my room, turned off my lights, and I was once again, in pure darkness, alone, with my thoughts haunting my every second.

I wish I could just have an on/off button. That would make my life so much easier, to just be able to turn yourself off once you're done, but still be able to turn yourself on once the storm has passed, and you are ready to live again.

But sadly, those buttons don't exist, and you can't escape your thoughts, your reality.

I closed my eyes, wanting to drift off to sleep quickly, but I couldn't. Life was never on my side for these types of things.

I heard the room next door's door shut closed. Oliver was either in there, or out. I wonder what he is thinking at this moment. What does he think of this place? Of the future and the mistakes he has made in the past?

What does he think of me?

Oliver p.o.v

What a fucking day.

My first day here, and so much drama has happened. Drama. I hate that fucking word. It always seems to follow me wherever I go. Why can't things just be simple?

All I needed we're for things to be simple: I go to rehab for 6 months, come out clean and changed, and return to the band like nothing happened. And maybe there was still a chance for it to be that simple. I didn't come here to make friends, I came here to get better.

And that is exactly what I was going to do.

I am no longer going to try to be friends with her or with anyone for that matter. I had a goal, and I was going to accomplish it. Even though she seemed sweet and harmless, she still had sadness and pain in the back of her eyes, even when she was smiling. And most of the things that follow pain, is problems, and I don't need to get into any more. I have enough of them as it is.

I grabbed a pair of light grey sweatpants from my suitcase, that I would have to unpack sooner of later, and a black v-neck. I changed into them quickly and slid under my bed sheets. I could just feel their unfamiliar feel against my arms. They were not as soft as the ones from my house, but they would do the trick. I took a deep breath, sending relaxation all throughout my body. It was calming; I was at peace.

I let my eyelids close, and sleep overtake me. My thoughts went blank, and I let the dark noiseless room drift me off into a deep slumber.

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Moans and short screems woke me up. I was still in my dark room, so it must still be the middle of the night. I stood up from my bed, my eyes still heavy from the lack of sleep. I opened the door of my room, and I made my way towards the hallway. The sound was coming from the room next to mine. 

Nova's room.

Was she having sex? Was she having a bad dream? What was going on in there? I stayed outside her door, thinking of my options when a loud scream was voiced from inside her room.

I slowly turned the metal doorknob from her large wooden bedroom door. It opened swiftly, with a small creaking sound. Her room was dark, but the light coming from the dim lit hallway was illuminating the room good enough for me to somewhat see.

She layer on her bed, sprawled. The light was bouncing off her wet forehead, probably from sweat. And to my relief, she was alone, not having sex. I don't know why that fact made me feel better, but it did. I let out a breath I was unaware I was holding.

Another moan came from her. I came closer to her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was mumbling things under her uneven and rapid breath. She seemed so angelic, but a devil like tear, ran down her cheek, betraying her calmness. It was taunting; it was a sign that whatever was going on in her mind, was clearly taking over her dreams, causing her pain. It even hurt me to watch her.

I set my hand on her shoulder, shaking her a bit, trying to wake her up from her nightmare. She squirmed underneath me; her eyes tightening more, before fluttering open.

Her blue eyes met mine, full of confusion and fright. I quickly turned on the light switch to light up the room. Her breath started slowing down, and she brought the sleeve from her shirt to wipe of the sweat, dripping from her forehead.

"I... But... I..." She mumbled. My heart dropped at get loss of words, and the clear pain showed in her eyes. Those eyes. The were full of so many emotions, and most of which I couldn't even decipher.

I sat down next to her, and started stroking the top of her head, going down to her cheeks, wet from tears, and my other arm going behind her back embracing her.

"Shhhhh..." I whispered, as I set my head on the top of hers. I felt her body lump in my arms. Her breath deepened, and a faint "Oliver" left her lips before she fell back asleep.

I watched her. She no longer had that frown, and pain visible on her face. She was at peace in my arms, heat radiating from her body onto mine. I wanted to wake her up, ask her what her bad dream about, and why it hurt her so much, but I would never dare wake up an angel in her sleep.

A/N: It is somewhat a short chapter, but i liked ending it that way, instead of continuing on.

Just to clear things up: Oliver is Harry Styles. Yes, it is the real Harry Styles that is in One Direction. I will be changing somethings about his life and how he acts... If he is violant of rude, that does not mean i think that of him in real life. 

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