Caught

nine

(So one of my friends told me Caught was on the recommendation list for people and I almost died. Also we're almost at 1000 reads! <3 i love you guys so much! Thank you!)

*SHANNON'S POV*

I lay awake with Harry's warm body wrapped around mine, a loud grumble comes from his throat. It takes me way to long to realize his loud, crazy noises are just him snoring. He's snoring so damn loud, I want to wake him up but I don't want to disturb his calm slumber. He looks so cute and peaceful in his sleep, a sight that I could get used to.

A giggle escape my lips, as he grumbles into my hair. I nudge his arm that is protectively wrapped around me, but he doesn't wake up. I begin a slow and steady turn in his arms, soon enough I'm facing him. I peck at his mouth and he shifts slightly. I am about to peck at his lips again when he speaks.

"Hey Love," his lips tug into a small smile. His beautiful green eyes remain hidden to me, I reach up and poke his dimple.

He grabs my wrist and and pulls me closer, making any possible space between us disappear. Our bodies perfectly entwined laying on the black sheet covering the sand. His legs wrap around mine, a rush of warmth covers me.

Before it quickly disappears.

The imagine of the man reaching towards my thighs flashes my mind. I begin to shake, no please not now it's just not the right time. My anxiety attacks are starting to become a regular occurrence since school had begun to go downhill, but Harry has made them disappear for the most part. I haven't had one in so long, I'd thought they had left my system. It was almost as if Harry was shielding me from them, but once a bad thought entered my head all hell broke loose.

I look up at Harry, my breath is shaky and stuttered. My eyes fill with tears I scrunch my face and wrap my arms around him crying into the crook of his neck. I need him to shield me, I hug him tight never wanting to let him go.

"What.. I.." I can sense the hurt in his raspy sleep filled voice.

"It's not you." I manage to whine out through my sobs.

"Shannon.."

He really needs to stop blaming himself because at the moment I can't even think straight. Let alone explain what the hell is going on with me. I just want him to hold me and be there for me, I need him so bad right now.

Almost as if he was hearing my thoughts his muscled arms pull me flat against his chest. He begins to shower he with kisses. His plump pink lips pressing lightly to my tender skin. I tilt my head allowing him more access, he always knows the right things to do to brush away my pain and right now all he needed to do was kiss me.

My cries are sharp and painful, full of scared emotions and unheard thoughts. I've always tried to ignore what people thought about me, but I always fail and it just hits me harder. Hateful things that others have said flood my mind, destroying any positivity. I just lie there in my pathetic state, weeping into Harry's toned chest.

He pushes me away to study my face, his lips press together. I move closer and kiss him, he pulls away to quickly to study me further.

"Please stop crying.. I don't like seeing you upset." An extremely worried look has taken over Harry's face. He almost seems to be scared of my sudden change in mood. "Do you want to go back to the dorms?"

I nod slowly hoping this won't make him think I don't want him there, or that I don't like being around him. My eyes shut to hold my salty tears in. Harry's strong arm slides around the back of my knees then the other around my shoulders, bridal style. I'm still shaking and lightly weeping, but Harry's careful gestures to comfort me have calmed me down a bit. Just being cuddled into his arms as he carries me across a beach is enough.