Alive // h.s.

[Prologue]

He moved slightly surely grasping the headboard of the bed. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat. I couldn't help myself stare at his anxious torso, as his abs carved out from his dark black faded shirt that hung from his waist. I'm guessing he was in one of his other nightmares.

Lately, he has been like this since last month.

"Hey, hey." I called out, resting my fingertips on his bicep. He moved slightly again, and he groaned.

His eyes revealed to me, frightened and scared. I slowly rubbed circles to his back as he sat back and laid his head on the headboard. I wiped a few beads of sweat from the towel that was on the table by the bed. He would always wake up three in the morning making me

stay up late at night soothing him with my watch.

"Evelyn, I need you, to always be at my side when I'm like this." He whispered in a low tune barely making me hear the he sound of his voice. He put his arm around my waist, letting my arms wrap around his neck, still soothingly rubbing his back.

"I already am, Harry." I wiped some of his hair away from his face, letting me wipe the remaining excess of his sweat. He faintly smiled, and he laid down again, letting go of my waist. "Thank you." He breathed, as his eyes lightly closed.

I gingerly kissed him on the cheek, as he lightly snored. I sat back on stool, watching his chest tenderly go up and down his torso.

***

Several minutes later, his voice rung through my ear again. I realized I took a nap through the night. To be honest, I've always done this every night while he slept. I gauzily brought my face up. He was awake, and it was still dark outside. The dim light of the nightlight, at the corner of the room didn't make any sense at all if we, he, or even me needed it. But the appearance of his body still made me see it.

"Eve?"

"Yeah?" My eyes were barely open, and I could tell I had those bags under my eyes.

"Can you come here please. . .beside me." He said, across the room.

I coped myself and I dragged my sleep-derived body to the bed. I seriously was about to collapse in any second, but Harry gripped on my wrist tightly. He shook it, and it made my eyes ajar. But I was still about to collapse momentarily.

"Come here." He pulled my wrist to the sheets and I chuckled. I tumbled down beside him, which made him chuckle a raspy cackle.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just thought you were lonely."

"How would I be lonely?" I could tell that smirk on his lips.

"I don't know, Eve."

It was a moment of silence before, I thought what to ask him.

"What was your nightmare anyway?" I pried, making him slightly agape from his surroundings. He got silent for a bit before his head shook disappointedly. I sat up and leaned on the headboard before making him continue.

"It was a bad one. All sorts of things that could've been impossible." He explained.

"Like what?" I asked, before I felt his hand move on top of my grasp.

"Like going to some sort of trap. Like going to be trapped in some part of mental school. Like you know some therapy to be exact. And. . And like . . ."

He suddenly trailed up there.

"Like what?"

"Like losing you."

A/N:

Her names Evelyn by the way, but Eve for short, btw. :))

Sorry that prologue was short. This is a new start of making a story. Lol IDK I hope you like this prologue even though it's like so short and boring. I don't if it's a filter chapter cause there was really nothing in this prologue. But bu-bye now. But there are going to be two more people making this story with me and I'm just a part with them. Xo

~Bridget

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