I'm extremely uncomfortable as Harry pulls the blankets up over us. Uncomfortable and embarrassed. I can't believe we just did that. And I can't believe I'm ditching school to lay with him.
Harry nuzzles his head into my neck, an arm slung over my hip. I shiver. "Sorry," he says. "Do you need another blanket?" He asks me this, but his eyes are shut and he sounds groggy. I don't want to move him.
"No, I'm good." I run my hands through his curls, trying to comfort him. He's asleep in no time. So he does sleep.
I feel a bit better about the situation once Harry's asleep. He's not awake to witness my embarrassment.
I think of what Harry told me earlier.
I love you.
Those words have so much meaning, so much depth. Did he mean it? We weren't even in a relationship. Sure, we had kissed a few times, and he held me in my sleep, and we had done what we had just done, but it was never official. We had never put it in words. This leaves me confused. Does Harry want a relationship? I think about this.
Of course he doesn't, I tell myself. He just wants to feel alive again, and what better person to ask for it from than the person you're guarding? And he's dead. He and I could never be in a relationship anyway.
The realization of this makes me want to push the sleeping boy off me and put on some clothes,and go somewhere without him. But I don't. I keep running his hands through his rich curls and press a kiss to the top of his head. He just wants to know what it feels like to be loved again.
I'm so confused about how I feel towards Harry. Do I love him? I want to tell myself that I do, but I barely know anything about him, I barely know anything about the situation the two of us are in.
I sigh, my hands moving to Harry's back, rubbing soothing circles. He whimpers, his hand attempting to reach behind him. When his hand finally reaches one of mine, he pulls it back up to his hair. Oh.
"Do you like that?" I coo, bringing the other hand up and lightly scratching his scalp with the tips of my fingers. He gives me a slight nod, pressing a kiss to my neck.
I sigh once more, my thoughts swarming. Instead of thinking any more about the confusing mess that is my life, I head off to sleep, along with Harry.
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Harry wakes me up what feels like five minutes later, but the once-bright sky is now black, the moon and stars covered by dense snow clouds, snow falling rapidly from them. I glance over at the clock on my nightstand. 7:03.
"How did we sleep that long?" I ask Harry, standing up and stretching. I shiver, and immediately cover up at the realization that I'm still naked. I blush, and Harry only laughs.
"We? You slept that long. I woke up at about three."
"Why didn't you wake me up?" The smile falls from his face and he scratches the back of his neck.
"I figured you needed to sleep. You looked so peaceful and well rested. It's been awhile since you've slept without having the nightmare."
I hadn't even realized that I had actually slept without having the dream. This was the first time in weeks. Maybe it was over with, maybe I wouldn't dream it again. Something told me I wouldn't be so lucky, though.
"Thanks, then," I say, stepping into my closet to put on some clothes. I decide on black skinny jeans and a light pink hoodie. I decided to mix things up a bit, taking a break from my usual all-black attire. I slip on my vans and walk back into my room.
