I Hate You, Don't Leave Me (Harry Styles FanFic)

Over My Head

"No, no!" I scream as the man steps closer. His face is covered by the shadows of his hood.

The man does not respond, he simply grabs my wrists and holds them tight. I try and break away but I can't his grip too strong. He pulls my arms up and behind my back making my shoulders pop. I scream from the pain and I stomp down hard the man's foot. From surprise he releases me and I elbow him hard in the stomach and I run. I look over my shoulder to see if he's following me but that's when I run into something.

The impact knocks the wind out of me and I fall to the ground. It's the same man as before. He slowly leans down and covers my mouth and I scream, long and loud until I black out.

"Kendall! Kendall!" I hear and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I open my eyes wide and I scoot all the way across the bed away from the hand, almost falling off. "No Kendall its ok it's me, Harry." He says trying to soothe me. I try to speak but my voice is raw.

It was a nightmare, I'm at Harry's flat, I must have been screaming. He sits on the bed and reaches a hand towards me trying to comfort me. I don't move and he drops his hand to the bed. "Are you alright?" He asks concern and worry in his eyes.

I take a deep breath and slowly release it. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine now."

He presses his lips into a line and nods, he starts to stand and that's when I realize he's only wearing his boxers.

"Um Harry?" I ask.

"What?" He turns around from heading out.

"Would you...um... mind staying in here, only until I fall asleep." I ask hugging my knees.

"Not at all." He says he comes and sits at the end of the bed.

"Thank you." I say shrinking into the covers and pillows.

"No problem Kendall."

I close my eyes and my breathing slows. I feel sleep come for me, but before it does I hear a quiet melodic hum. I don't recognize the tune but it lulls me to sleep for a batch of dreamless sleep.

When I wake there is no humming I feel the blankets near my feet pulled taunt. I open my eyes and shift to see what's taking my blanket. His mess of curls covers his face leaving me to only see his pink lips. His lack of blankets leaves him exposed for me to see his abs and his many tattoos.

Too awake to try and sleep again I slowly get out of the bed. I head for the bathroom but I stop and pull the sheets up and over Harry covering his body. He stirs in his sleep from my actions and as I turn to go he reaches for my hand and grasps it. Surprised from the contact I let out a loud squeak but it doesn't wake Harry. His warm hand overcomes my small one, he lightly squeezes it and lets go letting me be free.

Once showered and dressed I head back to the guest room to find it empty. A little disappointed I walk to the kitchen to find it empty also. On the counter lies a note.

'Went to get breakfast for us.

P.S.Thank you for the blanket.

~Harry x'

The note reads, I blush at his comment of the blanket and go to sit on his couch and watch television.

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Tona's POV

I wake to a strong odor of paint and cologne tinged with peppermint. I try to stand and get off the tarp I'm laying on but I'm stuck, an arm latched around my waist. My head rests on his other arm and I feel his slow breathing against my back. I snuggle back into his embrace but his breath tickles my neck and I try to suppress a giggle. I try.