Stay Awake (One Direction Fan-fiction)

Bring me the Night

“ Hailey are you ok?” Harry asked. Then my eyes were blurry. The vision was like pixels. Then I zoned out. The only thing that I remembered that I fell into his arms. He carried me to my room. I could feel his heart racing. His chest feels warm. Then I knew I was dreaming. There was like a flashback…..

“ Harry, tell me you love me.” A nine year old girl asked Harry.

“Dani, I love you more than anything.” Harry whispered the girl. Suddenly I remembered. It was me and Harry. The day that he saved me.

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We were playing along the moors. Like one at the novels. Emily Bronte’s novels to be exact. My mom used to call it Wuthering Heights. She used to call me Catherine and he was Heathcliff. We were so young. So free. My mom was alive that time. We were playing along the moors. A mile away from Holmes Chapel. We were tagging along. Then Harry was panting. I can imagine myself. Smiling under the sun with my first love. Harry.

He sat under an oak tree. I sat next to him. We were holding each other’s hand. His sister, Gemma was their but she was busy reading a book. I laid my head at Harry’s lap. He is some days older than me. Harry was staring at the sun. We were looking at the blue sky. Then he was staring at my face. Next to the moors there was a river. We used to swim there during the summer.

Harry was wearing a baby blue sweater and a small khakis pants with suspenders. I couldn’t imagine more from him unless that his hair was straight. I was wearing my brown floral shirt and  a pink flower crown which matches my blondish brown hair that was braided.

Then I saw a shadow behind Harry. It was a tall man. He grabbed me. Harry’s hands slipped away from mine. I was screaming his name. “Harry!!Harry! Help I’m scared! Then another guy was covering Gemma’s mouth. I couldn’t do anything. I was screaming punching him with my small fists, kicking his hands, but nothing.

Harry stood up. He was screaming. I couldn’t hear what he was screaming until he stopped. I closed my eyes. My flower crown fell. I remembered some highlights of it. I knew that I was being kidnapped. I remembered that I screaming, yelping and crying all in the same time.

Some memories flashed back. Harry was pushed by a man. He stumbled to ground. His face was filled with blood. But he stood up again. The images were blurred. I assume it was because of my tears. I could feel that my body fell at the ground.

I could just remember the siren of the ambulance. Mommy was there. She was crying. Then I remembered Harry. I looked around. No sign of him. Until I saw that he was at the other ambulance car. He was lying at the stretcher. His face was filled with blood. His small hands were balled into fists.

Then some images jumped. When we got in the hospital. Nurses rushed through us. I thought they were going to abduct us. I looked at myself at the mirror. I was bruised. Just that nothing less. But when I looked at Harry. Tears were already dripping from my face. I remembered that I was screaming his name. “Harry!Harry!” His eyes were closed. His face were still covered with blood. Then the images began to blur again.

There was another scene. I was lying down at a room in the hospital my mommy was there she was sleeping next to me. Her soft hands were embracing my arms. Her head was lying at my knees. I looked around the room was dark. I could hear something beeping at the next room.

I scanned the room. It was dark. The only source of light that I could see was coming from the door. Under the door was the source of light. I could tell that it was night already. The stars were shinning bright that day. I suddenly thought of the heaven. What does angels looks like?