Awakened

Wide Awake

Your POV
I feel a burning sensation go through my body, targeting my arms and neck. It's as if my skin is being knit back together cell by cell. I'm surrounded by bright warm light and vaguely hear voices. It feels like someone is holding me but I can't really tell.

My eyes shoot open and my back arches off the ground. I take in deep gasps of air, almost drowning in it. Blackness crowds my vision and I limply fall back on the ground.

Harry's POV
Jacob and I bring Y/N to my house since my parents are not home yet. We were so relieved when she woke up, even if it was just for a few seconds.

Right now Jacob is on the phone with his mother, trying to explain to her how there was an emergency he and Y/N needed to attend to. They aren't going to make it to dinner.

Y/N is lying in my bed with her short hair splayed under her. Her chest rises and falls with every breath she takes and that is the only thing keeping me sane right now and not going after Edward. She whimpered his name a couple of times in her sleep.

Jacob comes back into the room with a tired look on his face. "Well, my mom's pissed that we skipped dinner without saying anything. It's funny how that doesn't really matter to me right now considering all that's happened in the last couple of hours."

"Yeah," I reply. "Seeing someone you love die can do that to you. I still can't believe that out of all of the secondary gifts she could have had, she has healing abilities. We got extremely lucky." Something bumps into arm and I see my pillow float across my room.

Jacob's eyes widen. "Is she doing that?"

I nod, looking down at her. "Yes. It's kind of like a side effect of the power. She can't always reign it in while she's unconscious."

"Remind me to not let my parents walk into the room while she's asleep," he says.

I smile. "Will do."

Other things in my room start levitating and moving around: my plant, water bottle, shoes, and even my desk lamp.

Y/N tosses around and cries out in her sleep. There are tears coming out of her eyes.

"What's happening?" asks Jacob, alarmed as the things move much more quickly across the room.

We duck to avoid being hit. "She's having a nightmare."

"Wake her up!"

I grip her shoulders and shake her. "Y/N! Wake up. It's just a nightmare."

She flails her arms around, smacking my shoulder. I roughly shake her some more and her eyes shoot open. They're filled with fear.

"Get away from me!" she screams.

Your POV
Edward looks down at me with a confused expression. "Y/N, it's me. Harry."

I adamantly shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut. "This isn't real. This isn't real," I repeat to myself.

He tries to put his arms around me but I scream. I fall to the ground trying to jump off of the bed and crawl backwards on my hands.

I see Jacob's face staring down at me with concern. What is he doing here? He doesn't know anything.

From behind him, Edward walks towards me. I mentally slam him up against the wall and spring to my feet, pushing Jacob aside. I grip Edward's throat with trembling hands coated in dried up blood.

"Y/N, look at me. It's me, Harry," he manages to choke out.

I study his hair. It's curly not straight. And his face is open and warm, not cold like Edward's. I gasp and let him go as if my hands were on fire.

Harry falls to the ground as does everything else. He chokes while the air rushes back to his lungs.

A sob escapes my lips and I drag my hand through my hair. "Harry? Is-is that really you?"

He nods and Jacob helps him up.

"But how am I not dead? I thought I-"

"You did," Jacob interrupts while Harry tries to compose himself. "We saw you do it but then somehow you healed yourself."

"What! My second ability is healing?" I run my fingers over skin of my neck. My eyes dart from my arms to my brother to Harry.

"It would appear so or else we wouldn't be talking right now," Harry coughs out.

I grimace and look down at my feet. "Sorry about that," I whisper. "I thought you were Edward."

"That's the guy who..."

"Yeah." I sit on the edge of the bed and Jacob and Harry stare at me. I blink at them and my brother comes over, engulfing me in a tight hug.

"I'm so glad you're not dead."

I let out a small laugh. "So am I." I look over his shoulder and gaze at Harry.

His face is weary and pinched. His hair is standing on end from running his fingers through it repeatedly. There's red rimmed around his eyes.

I let go of Jacob and walk to Harry, wrapping my arms around him. His body is shaking as he lets a strangled breath. "I'm sorry," I say into his shirt. My breath hitches as I struggle not to cry. "I'm sorry."

Harry soothingly rubs my back and kisses my hair. "It's okay, darling," he replies. "Everything is going to be okay."

It's three in the morning and Jacob, Harry, and I are sitting around the kitchen table silently. Every now and then I get a small flashback to what happened the night before, making me jump or accidentally move things with my mind.

Each time, I apologize and Harry caresses my hand, not saying a word. My brother sits with his face in his hands. He is probably falling asleep.
Harry also looks tired and sleepy. His eyes drooping every couple of seconds.

Even though it's really late (or really early?) I'm not tired. I'm conscious of every sound and movement. They make me fidgety. "You guys should go to sleep. I'm fine. I'm not tired," I whisper. I stand up and walk over to Jacob, shaking him awake. "Let's go home. Mom is probably worried sick."

He nods and rubs his eyes. "Okay. I didn't bring the car though."

"I'll take you guys home," Harry chimes in.

I repeatedly tap my foot on the floor and bite my lip. "Thank you."

We walk out and into the car. The ride home is silent and when we pull up, we see the porch light on. I groan internally.

My mom and dad are going to be so pissed. We get out and walk up to the front.

Jacob thanks Harry for everything and they do that bro thing that's like a handshake and half a hug. Add sleep deprivation and it makes me smile to myself. Jacob sluggishly walks inside. My smile slowly fades away when I turn to Harry.

I step closer to cradle his face with my hands and run my fingertips over his eyebrows and down to his lips.

He places both arms around my waist and dips his head down to meet my lips with his.

The kiss is slow and sweet and safe. I don't notice I'm crying until I taste my salty tears. Harry sighs and we stand with our foreheads against each other.

I grip the back of is shirt in my fists. "Goodnight," I tell him. "Thank you for everything."

He pulls back and fixes his eyes on me in disbelief. "Y/N. Of course I would come after you. I would carry you over fire and water. I love you so much it hurts." He presses his lips hard against mine. "I will never let anything happen to you."

"I love you, too," I respond, more happy than I have ever felt in a long time.

He kisses me again. Goodnight and sweet dreams, darling."

I uncurl my hands and step back to the door.

He gives me a small smile and walks to his car, only pulling away once I have closed the door.