Bad Boys?

Chapter 21

(Nicole's P.O.V.)

I jolt awake at my fifth nightmare tonight. Every time Harry has to calm me down and sooth me into a deep sleep. This time I look over to my side and he's not there, but I hear a groan from the floor.

"Oh my god. Baby, I'm so sorry." I struggle to get out from underneath the blanket to help him up.

"That's the third time tonight. I'm kind of used to it now." He chuckles slightly.

"I'm so sorry. I just- Never mind." I sigh.

"No. Talk to me love." He gets back on the bed and pulls me into his lap.

"It's just-I just. I don't know." I hide my face in my hands.

"You can tell me anything babe." He pulls my head to his chest.

"I know." I sniff.

"Go on. Talk." He chuckles.

"Okay. As you probably know, my mom was murdered." I say softly and he nods.

"Well, I keep having the same nightmare. That, I'm the one pulling the trigger on my mom." I sob.

"Baby, don't think like that." He insists.

"Well, it was kind of my fault she got killed." I shed a tear.

"It wasn't your fault." He says sternly.

"Yes it was. I-I made her take me to the zoo, and she had to stop by the bank where she was shot. If I would have just stayed home she'd still be here." I sob in my hands. He roughly takes my hands away from my face.

"It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have done a thing about it." He growls.

"But-" He cuts me off.

"IT WASNT YOUR FAULT!" He yells. He's starting to frighten me.

"How do you even know?" I climb off his lap and onto my side of the hotel bed.

"I just- I-I don't know." He stands up and starts pacing.

"Your lying." I state stubbornly. He snaps his head in my direction. 

"How- No I'm not." His eyebrows scrunch together.

"Yes you are. I can tell." My bottom lip starts to quiver. He's really scaring me. He's never been like this.

"I just hate that you blame yourself for something that you had nothing to do with." He whispers looking at his clenched fists.

"You know something I don't. Don't you?" I stand up and throw on my Disney jumper.

"No. I know no more than you do." His jaw clenches.

"Liar!" I say through my teeth.

"Nicole Anne Smith. I said I don't know anything." He uses my full name as if he'd do something.

"Yes you do. Stop lying to me." I place my hand on his shoulder and he flinches. I instantly remove my hand and look down.

"Fine! Do you really want to know what happened that day?!" A vain in his neck is popping out.

"Yes. That's all I've ever wanted to know!" I say in my weak voice.

"My father did it." His jaw and fists are clenched, his face is red, and he looks like he's going to explode any second now. My jaw drops and tears build up in my eyes.

"My father and your mother used to be in love in high school. She left him for your father and he was jealous. So he wanted revenge." His jaw unclenches and his eyes soften.