Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 17

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HARRY'S POV

Once again I was woken up by Sydney screaming in her sleep. The fact that I have no fucking clue why she is having them  is driving me fucking insane. I've tried to ask her about her dreams - yes, even I can be nosy at times - but she hasn't told me and I don't want to push her. I really want to know but I can't just force her to tell me.

Or can I?

No. I can't do that.

I quickly run to her room and start shaking her. "Wake up Sydney, wake up", I repeat for couple of times before she quickly sits up and her eyes grow wide, she's panting heavily.

"Another nightmare?", I ask. It was a stupid question, of course it was. She proves my guess to be correct with a nod, a couple of nods. "Here, have some water", I say as I hand her a water bottle that I've kept on my nightstand every night after her second nightmare, of course I refill it every night, thoughtful of me, I know. I don't know why I do that, I just do.

"Thank you", she mumbles with a croaky voice, from all the screaming. I feel so sorry for her. I just wish she would stop having nightmares, not only for her sake but for mine too. I need a peaceful sleep at night or I'm going to be grumpy as fuck.

"Will you now tell me why you are having nightmares?", I ask, yawning. I am so tired right now I just wish I could go back to sleep. She just shakes her head and drinks from the bottle.

I sigh before walking towards the door. "Try to get some sleep", I say to her and walk back to my room. I run my hair through my hair, why won't she tell me? It can't be that bad...

I close the door of my bedroom, walk slowly to my bed and flop down on it. Damn Sydney and her nightmares that she won't tell me anything about. The only few things I know are that she has nightmares about her ex-boyfriend and his name was Sam. The lack of knowledge is getting on my nerves. I roll around on my stomach and groan in my pillow. I wish she could just tell me.

I roll around on my king sized bed for about ten minutes trying to get some sleep but I can't seem to do that, I wish I could. "Fuck it", I mumble and get up, put some sweats on and the closest t-shirt I can reach in this pitch black room of mine. I take my phone from the charger and walk to the living room, checking my text messages. None. Well I can't say I was waiting for someone to contact me in any kind of way. I'm not the kind of guy to keep in contact with anyone. Why should I? People tried, I pushed them away. Simple as that. I don't need anyone I'm fine on my own.

I flop down on the couch and take the remote control and start switching through channels. Nothing to watch. I groan again what seems to be the millionth time today and I start to search some movies to watch. Finally I find a movie that I can watch and I end up watching for half an hour before I hear the doorbell ringing, I pause the movie and walk to the door.

"Have you sold the stuff yet?", Louis asks before I even opened the door enough to see him.

"No I have not, I have not been in the mood for work", I mumble and he lets out a dry laugh. 

"You have not been in the mood? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?", he asks and tries to walk past me to the apartment but I stop him. "What?"