Promising Memoirs | soft h.s.

Chapter 46.

Please read A/N at the end! You may now carry on...

Aubrey's POV*

Harry was sat up, sweat dripping from his forehead, completely terrified.

"Baby, it's just a nightmare. Shh, it's okay." I immediately pulled him into my chest. I hugged him and he wrapped his arms around me tightly. The amount of sweat that was released was something I never would have thought possible; it seeped through my clothes and made them partially wet.

"I-I thought I lost you." His small voice cracked. His small voice cracked. As much as Harry's voice is raspy and strong, when he spoke, it was like a lion that was fit inside a tiny mouse with a sound, that barely escaped.

"I'm right here love. I'm not going anywhere."

"N-no. Don't leave me. I need you." He was desperate and broken. I could tell that the things I said to him, might have been too harsh; but there wasn't anything else I could do. He hurt me and I never wanted it to go both ways, it wasn't my intention. 

"Harry, look at me. I'm right here." My eyes were focused on his, which took some time to open. When he did, tears quickly spilled out of them. His beautiful green eyes had so much pain in and my heart broke seeing him like that. I took him in my arms again and held onto him tightly, whispering comforting words into his ears.

We stayed like this for a while until his breaths calmed down and returned to a normal pace. He slowly let go and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"I know." I softly smiled, just enough for him to break out of his painful thoughts. 

"I love you Aubrey."

"I love you Harry. Go wash up, love. I'll make some coffee for the both of us." I said and he nodded. Before he got up, he kissed my hands, and then went to the bathroom.

I quickly did the bed, putting on some fresh sheets, and then went back into the kitchen. The coffee was done, but I turned on the warmer to reheat it up. It didn't take me long to prepare our coffees after that. I carried them in the living room and sat down.

Harry appeared from bedroom and came to sit by me. He looked slightly refreshed, but he was still quiet. I handed him a cup and smiled at him. He noticed my arm, pulling up my sleeve a bit. I watched him as his eyes followed the injury. His expression tried not to show anger and I could tell he fought back the emotion within himself.

"I guess I'm not going to ask how you slept." I tried to joke with him, but it probably wasn't a good idea.

"Yeah." He sighed. "Have you been up for a while?"

"No, I got up just a while ago."

"Oh." He let out and took a sip from his mug.

"Harry, love, please don't work yourself up. We'll work it out."

"I don't know." His voice was defeated. 

"You don't think we can?" I widened my eyes. That was something I didn't expect from him. Was he just going to give up on what we have for this? Something that I know deep down inside we can actually fix, all it needs is time, and a some effort.

"No I do. I just —"

"Just what? We can work it out Harry, trust me. It's a hiccup, that's all. What do you think?" I needed to put some self confidence back into him. He wronged me, yes; but I wasn't going to let something like this, destroy him on the inside.

"I think we can." He paused, looked in my eyes for the first time, and took my hands in his. "I know we can."

"Those are the words I want to hear from the boy I love." I smiled. "How's your hand?"