Deranged

Deranged Chp. 44

Sky's

My balance seemed to have disappeared as I carelessly stumbled across the pavement... barefoot? Harry mimicked my drunken actions, but still wore his traditional boots. Honestly, I have no memory what-so-ever of tonights earlier events. Out of what seems like nowhere, our tiny familiar house came into view. While Harry used all the orientation he had left in him to unlock the door, I (for some reason) felt the urge to talk to a bird perched on a tree. After what seemed like hours, Harry flew open the door. Quickly, I slipped in front of him and ran inside.

Freezing in my tracks at the sight of an unknown visitor.

"Hello Sky" the all-too familair voice hissed. Harry stepped closer, but I placed my arm over his torso and shoved him back. The mysterious figured stood, and lurked out of the unrevealing shadows.

Fear overtook my body.

I stood face to face with the devil himself... My dad.

Screams of terror escaped my agape mouth while he seemed... amused at this?

"Sky?! SKY?!" Harry yelled in my ear, causing my head to hurt, and vigurously shaking me. My eyes shot open to provide me the information that the realistic nightmare was just that... A nightmare. Harry stared deeply into my eyes, his filled with almost more fear than mine. Without a wrod said, he engulfed me into his large, comforting arms and gently rubbed circles on my sweaty back. My vision turned black as I burried my face deep into his bare chest, showering it with my undesirable tears.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled into his chest. "For what?" he asked, slowly pulling me away. "Waking you up..."

He rolled his eyes, "I wasn't sleeping. I rarely do. And that was nothing, I'd do much more if the opportunity presented itself," he added with a wink.

Pulling him close to me, I leaned forward to his ear, "I love you"

"And I love you Sky" he deeply proclaimed in his sleepy, raspy voice, something I found very attractive.

Double checking my surroundings, I concluded I had no idea how we're sleepin in our bed. "How?" I simply asked. "Well you were tired, obviously really tired becasue you don't remember anything," he has no idea the sleepless nights I've endured, "so I drove and you slept. I didn't wanna wake you so I cradled you and carried you in."

I smiled at the thought. Man I wish I could remember it!

No another word slipped... Carelessly I laid my heavy head onto the inviting bare chest of Harry. The strokes he sent through my hair had me out in seconds. Luckily I didn't return to the horrifying previous nightmare.

Sluggishly, I slumped out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. My eyes were fogged from the lack of sleep I suffered from the previous night. Forcefully I shoved open the cracked door and made my way in. I guess lack of sleep impares your hearing too because I couldn't hear the obnoxious shower water. Glaring into the mirror, I pointed out the imperfections to myself. My heart nearly flew out of my chest when the shower curtain was ripped back. With my mouth widely agape, my eyes boggled at the exposed Harry mimicking my expression. Not knowing how to react, my hand flew over my eyes and I piveted to run out. Clearly my quick thinking was stupid because I plowed right into the edge of the bathroom door. "SHIT?!" I screamed at the pain, but continued my blinded journey out. 

Once clearly out of Harry's naked presence, I assesed the damages. I only suffered a small scrape to the knee, bruise to the elbow and a unforgiving headache, nothing major. The bathroom door re-opened and I slid deeper into the hallway corner. Harry's bare feet padded across the floor as he re-exposed imself, this time covered by a towel banded around his waist. "That had to hurt love" Harry, obvioulsy concerned, questioned. "Not really, I'll be ok!" I flashed him a weak smile. "This says otherwise..." Harry reached out and swept his palm over my forehead, causing me to cringe. When he retracted his palm a crimson liquid had stained it. "Well that's new!" 

"C'mon, let's get you fixed up shall we?"

Harry led me back to the bathroom and gestured for me to hop onto the vanity. He retrieved the first aid kit, I thankfully bought, and placed it next to me. Pulling out gauze and a band aid, he pressed it to my wounded forehead, causing me to flinch at his surprised contact. "All better!" Harry complimented himself, before stealing a kiss. I followed him back to the room and flopped back onto the bad. When he had finished getting dressed in his average attire, he tucked me into bed. "You deserve some rest Princess" was all he said before I nodded and drifted away. My dreams once again broken into by the curly-haired boy named Harry.