Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 63

Songs:

Believer: Imagine Dragons

Thunder: Imagine Dragons

Natural: Imagine Dragons

Radioactive: Imagine Dragons

Ro's POV

"I honestly only planned on us cuddling and watching a movie," I admitted lazily, but still in a bit of shock, rolling onto my side, bring the sheet with me to keep me covered. 

Harry rolled onto his side to face me, a smile on his face, brushing my hair back. "That was a my bad," he pecked my lips. "Having you back just seems too good to be true. I'm waiting to wake up back in my dorm or for the other shoe to fucking drop. Having you take me back, I never thought it was possible. I imagined one day being cordial enough, but never-"

"Well, I admit, I may have moved in too fast, but I don't want to waste time. I, oddly enough, trust you and trust your words. I know and I hope I'm not wrong, that you did what you did with the purest of intentions. And I you are right, I would probably have done the same thing and I'd be in your shoes, hoping for some understanding."

"It's just too much understanding for my liking," he eyed me wearily. "You should have made me suffer at least a little bit."

"True, but then that effects me and I think I've suffered enough, don't you?" 

"So forgiving me is purely for your benefit. Nothing to do with me?" His fingers began to message my scalp.

"Clearly," I hummed, getting closer, indulging in his warmth. 

We stayed entangled, rolling around, holding each other in different positions, the day quickly turning into a late, lazy afternoon. A very peaceful, lazy afternoon. A peace I hadn't felt in a long while.  

The peace I was longing for was interrupted by a sharp pain in the center of my body, making me jolt up. I tried to stifle any noises from coming out of me, trying to will the pain away, not wanting anything to interrupt this moment. 

"Dal, what's wrong?" I could vaguely hear him, but I heard enough to make out what he was saying. "Dallas?" I could make out the urgency in his tone and felt his hands on my skin, but I shoved him away, his touch feeling like a hot branding iron. "Dallas!"

His scream got my attention, his body peeling off the ground, a mess around him, blood coming from the right side of his head. "Something feels wrong," I managed, trying to stand but failing. 

"What is it?" He brought himself in front of me, his hands massaging up and down my arms, waiting for some sort of explanation, his touch no longer feeling harmful, but the familiar comfort. 

"I'm not sure," I reached for my shirt on the ground, pulling it over my head. "I just feel like I need to go. I need to find my sister."

"You think something happened to Dakota?" He stood up with me, finishing getting himself dressed.

"No. No, I need... I need Cal?" I couldn't tell what this feeling was. "I just, ow," I stumbled as I tried to get my second shoe on, both hands gripping my head then my stomach. 

"Tell me what to do? How do I help you?" The urgency in his voice grew. 

"I don't know what's wrong. I just feel pains and know I need to get to Cal. There's something else, too, but I don't know wh- oww," I whined, again, feeling another pain in my head. 

"Come on," he ushered me through the guest house until we were out in the open. 

The clouds had gone gray, a deep contrast from the sunny skies that had been on display since this morning. He held me close, walking me up to the main house. As soon as we came into hearing distance, I could hear Ethan's roars, calling out for our youngest sister.