Lost

Twelve

A/N: this is a short chapter, sorry! XP it's more of a filler than anything, but anyways, enjoy!

Louis;

We get home from the hospital relatively early, but Harry decides to go to bed. No doubt he's probably exhausted from everything that's happened today.

I strip out of my work clothes and throw on a pair of gym shorts and black ankle socks, not bothering to put a shirt on as I go back out to the living room.

I make my way to the couch and sink into the cushions, deciding to watch tv for a while. Flicking through the channels, I find a movie to watch. About halfway through it I feel my eyes drift shut.

"NO!!"

I jolt awake at the sound of someone screaming.

Someone..?

Harry!

I get up off the couch and move towards the hallway. As I get closer, I hear noises coming from Harry's room. They're quiet but I can just make them out.

Harry is whimpering in his sleep.

I turn the knob and rush into his room. Harry is shirtless, lying on his side, his back to the door. I can see the muscles in his back move every time he flinches from the nightmare that he's enduring. The moonlight that comes through the window illuminates the slight sheen of sweat on his body.

"No, please!" Harry cries out as he flinches again.

My heart breaks at the sound of his distress.

He whimpers again and I can't take it any more. I move to the bed and take Harry's shaking form into my arms.

I move the hair back off of his forehead and caress his cheek lightly, trying to comfort him.

"Harry," I say gently, "Harry wake up,love."

"Don't leave me, please!" He cries "I'm sorry!"

He lets out a sob and thrashes in my arms, still not waking up. I hold his head to my shoulder and rock him gently, speaking louder this time.

"Harry! Wake up, it's just a dream!"

I start to panic as I feel wetness on my shoulder. Harry is crying now and I can't get him to wake up.

"HARRY! HARRY WAKE UP, IT'S A DREAM DAMNIT!" I scream as I shake his shoulders.

Suddenly, he wakes up and scrambles to the opposite end of the bed. His eyes are wild and his breathing is harsh as he slowly becomes aware of his surroundings. It's silent in the room aside from the sound of Harry trying to catch his breath. After a few seconds, his emerald eyes find mine and the silence is broken.

His eyes fill with tears and a single, word- a single name -leaves his trembling lips;

"Lou.."

"Harry.." I whisper as he crawls back over to me.

He crawls into my lap and buries his head in my neck, wrapping his arms around me. I stroke his back and press kisses to his messy curls, as he sobs into my shoulder.

"Shh..it's alright, Haz." I whisper as I rock him slowly.

His arms squeeze tighter around my back and he sniffles. I run a hand from the back of his head and down his bare back soothingly. His body is still shaking uncontrollably.

"L-lou.."

"What is it, Harry?" I say.

He hesitates and I rub his back reassuringly.