The Styles

Chapter 5: Nightmare

Chapter 5

*Harry's POV*

It's 3 AM, yeah I know, Harry why are you up at 3 AM in the morning?

Well, I have nightmares since I was kid and I wake up every 3 AM. But, now is not the time to talk about my nightmares and crazy wake ups.

But I woke up, and I found Edward's door open, and he usually leaves it closed. I took a peek in his room and he wasn't there. I started freaking out, is this a dream?

No, Harry, quit being an idiot.

I grabbed my phone I texted him, no response. Ugh, forget it. He can find himself back home. Oh well, I opened my door slowly, looked both sides of the dark hallway, and stepped out of my room. I walked towards the kitchen, and fixed a cup of water. I chunk the whole thing in one sip and I up the cup in the sink. I went back to my room, but I tripped on something. Damn it, Harold fucking always leaves his ball in the middle of the fucking hallway. The ball went across the hallway and hitting something and causing it to fall. I saw a dim light under from a door, but I can't see which door it is.

The door knob turned, I rushed to my room, and shut my door.

"Hello?" I heard Marcel's voice.

I laid back into my bed, and tried to fall back to sleep.

I hear a door shut, it's gotta be Marcel's door.

"Harry?" I still hear Marcel's voice, and I could hear his footsteps towards my door.

Wait, if the door shut, and I can hear Marcel's voice, then who is it?

Edward.

Edward's footsteps weren't close as close as Marcel's.

I was sleeping, and Marcel had opened the door. At that moment, I had another nightmare. I became sweaty, and breathing really loudly. Marcel's footsteps were running towards me. I shut my eyes tight, and let tears running down my burning cheeks.

"Harry." Marcel pushes me lightly.

I became angry, I kicked my sheets off, and screamed.

"HARRY!" Marcel pushed my arm hard. My eyes shot wide opened, Marcel and his messy hair was hovered me. I sat up, and began to sob.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Harold says rubbing his eyes and yawning. Edward footsteps were disappearing, he was going to his room.

I was breathing heavily, and laid my back on the headboard on my bed. I tired to let the horrible dream out of my head.

Harold went back to his room, and Edward was in his room.

"You okay, Harry?" Marcel asked.

"Yeah, I think so, thanks kiddo." I told him. I scratched his messy hair, and let him go.

"Good night Harry." Marcel yawned, waved, and walked towards my bedroom door.

"You too." I told him. Marcel left the room, and I stared at the ceiling.

Why am I the only kid that have these crazy nightmares in our family?

Why?

Why me?