I CAN DREAM HAROLD

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Okay so first off you guys this is more a filler chapter I guess but yeah so um how did you guys like that plot twist though  ? Do you think Indigo is a stupid name? Would you ship Indigo and Sophie? How are your Raelynn feels?

HARRY'S POV

It's been a week since I marked my Lilac, my sweet, beautiful, kind Lilac. she is perfect. literally. I stare down at her sleeping form in the bed she had first slept in the first night she came here. her long blonde hair swept messily but somehow gracefully across her face. I kiss her forehead and stand, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber. I hated leaving her in the bed alone at night but I had things to do. things I'd rather she not know I did. she squirmed in the bed when her body sensed mine gone. I close my eyes and allow myself to slip inside her thoughts. her dreams. there is a little girl. around the age of three or four, paleish skin, blonde hair and the biggest blue eyes, she is dressed in a pale purple onesie. she looks to her left and another little girl comes into view. this one paler and in a deep purple onesie. the lighter one smirks and pushes the tanner one down. then sticks out her tongue. then a pair of acid-washed skinny-jeaned legs comes into frame. it's then when I realise I can only see what the tan girl sees. a pair of pale arms reach down and pick up the crying tan girl. a face comes is then seen. Raelynn? then the entire scene changes. the same girl it seems, about ten years old, is sitting on a bed, staring at her own body in the mirror, poking the developing breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top. it hits me then. Lilac? a door bursts open a boy with brilliant red hair and eyes like my own steps into the room, he is about fifteen or sixteen. he picks her up by her waist and slams her on the bed. he starts ripping her clothes off.... a scream rips me out of her dream and my eyes slam open to see her thrashing around on the bed, screaming, pleading "Scott please! Jack don't!" she screams the two names over and over. my heart clenches as I run back over to the bed and pull her into my arms. she immediately becomes silent. a faint smile on her lips. I venture back into her mind. images of myself flash everywhere, images of my face, close-ups of my eyes, my hair, my smile, even my dimples. I hear my own voice saying things. "mine, love, babe, I love you, Mate, Lilac, Darling." all just sweet few-syllable words. an idea suddenly comes to mind. I move away from her, not moving my focus from her thoughts. the images change again. Dark rooms. screams of pain. torn clothing scattered across the bloodstained carpeting. I slowly put my arm around her slender waist and the images changed once more. kisses. between her and I, every touch, every caress, every heartfelt gasp and breath. I smile outwardly. *fuck Justin. he can wait until morning. Li needs me.* I say in my head, telling the boys not to wait up * what's wrong with her?* Liam asks, his thoughts laced with worry, if I had to trust any of the guys with my princess, it would definantly be him. *she has nightmares if she's alone* I explain, not bothering with a further excuse. *I'll stay with her if you want mate* Liam offers, a hint of fear in his voice. if I stand up Justin, I'll have a rather large bounty on my head. he doesn't want to compromise the pack. *would you? * I ask, glad for such friendship. *of course mate* Liam says cheerily.

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