Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 48

Chapter 48

HARRY'S POV

I was woken up the next morning by Louis mumbling something.

"Don't hurt me, Harry,"

I pried my eyes open and looked over at him, realizing he was sound asleep. His eyebrows are scrunched together, a slight frown on his lips. What is he dreaming about?

He began panting, his breathing quickening. His hands fisted the bed sheets, his head turning to the side. Whimpers left his mouth and I instantly began to wake him up. What's going on?

"Lou," I whispered, shaking his shoulder.

His harsh breathing continued.

"Louis!" I said louder, shaking him even harder.

His blue eyes suddenly shot open, terror obvious on his face. He instantly brought me into a tight hug, his small arms wrapping around my neck. Small sobs left his lips, his voice quietly repeating my name over and over again.

"It's okay, baby," I whispered into his hair, "it was just a dream,"

I felt his tears drop onto my neck, his rapid breath bringing goosebumps to my skin.

"You're okay, I got you. I won't let anything happen to you," I continued.

I slowly ran my fingers down his back, gently scratching at the skin in an attempt to calm him down. I wonder what scared him so much.

A couple minutes passed of me listening to him cry, doing my best to calm him down.

"You tried to kill me, Harry," he sighed, "you were going to shoot me,"

What? Does he really believe I would hurt him? That's fucking insane. He knows I would never!

"I would never do that-"

"It was so real," he cut me off.

"Baby, it was just a dream. I would never hurt you,"

"I know."

I looked over to the alarm clock to the left of us. It's 6:45. I guess it's time to get up anyway.

He moved his head off of my shoulder and I placed my hands on the sides of his cheeks, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" I asked, running my thumb over his cheek.

He nodded his head, cuddling into my hand. "I'm fine."

"Good," I kissed his cheek, "let's get up, yeah?"

He nodded his head, slowly getting out of my lap.

Should I be offended that Louis had a dream that I was going to shoot him? Is he afraid of me? Oh my god, please don't let him be afraid of me. There's nothing to be afraid of!

He threw on a shirt and waited for me to walk downstairs with him, placing his hand in mine.

"So," I said as he sat down at the kitchen table, "why exactly did I want to shoot you in your dream?"

I began making something simple for breakfast, I don't think either of us were very hungry. I cracked two eggs in a pan as I waited for him to say something.

"Not sure. Don't really remember, to be honest," Louis slurred, his voice becoming quiet. I think he's lying. Why wouldn't he want to tell me?

"You don't remember?"

"Nope,"

"Okay." I'm just going to let it be.

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