Scared

Chapter nine

"Let's hear it. Tell me you were right." I say, once we get home.

At first, Luke doesn't say anything, he just stares at me.

"Stupid girl." He sighs, pulling me in for a tight hug.

"I'm sorry." I whisper in his chest, letting little tears fall down my cheek.

"This is why I told you not to be around him. Especially at night in a park, where no one was around. I'm not doing this because I hate you, I'm doing for your safety."

"I understand. But."

"But what?"

"I think I love Harry."

Luke gives me a sad smile, scruffing up my hair,"Just go to bed."

"Okay." I drag myself up the stairs, making my journey to my room.

I shut the door, and lay on my bed, staring at the cieling.

But do I really love Harry?

Maybe I'm just scared to fall in love. I never fell in love before, just a few boys that I liked here and there, but no one like Harry makes me feel this way. There's just something about him that's different than all the other boys.

I'm just scared of something I haven't even tried yet.

My phone glows, letting off a little buzz.

Harry: sorry if i hurt you. You okay?

Me: it's fine, i'm okay. Oh and i'm sorry if luke really hurt you.

Harry: its fine, i've felt worse.

Harry: i forgot to mention about the scared thing

Harry: once you tried it, then you have every right to be scared.

Me: like food haha

Harry: pardon?

Me: i mean like, don't say you hate this type of food if you haven't even tried it. Once you tried it, then you can state your opionions on it.

Harry: exactly. Goodnight love xx

I rest my head on my pillow, slowly falling asleep, slowy falling into a bad dream.

I twisted and turned in my bed, throwing the pillows to the ground. It was like I was awake, but I couldn't wake up.

Harry trapped me to a corner, he was so tall, it was impossible to flee.

He had a rose in one hand, and a gun in the other.

He handed me the rose,"I love you."

"If you love me, you wouldn't do this."

"I'm sorry." He whispered, pointing the weapon at my heart.

"I'm sorry, too."

I shut my eyes, wanting to get it over with.

He slowly presses this finger on the trigger, hitting my heart, as I wake up from my dream.

I sit up, rethinking the dream.

Harry would never do that. No matter how crazy he is, he would never in his mind do that kind of thing. But... Would he?

His madness is strong, but he's stronger. He wouldn't do that. I know it.

It was just a dream anyways.

I get up from bed, and walk towards Luke's room.

"Luke?" I open his door, finding him sound asleep.

"Luke." I shake his shoulders, his eyes fluttering open.

"What's the matter?" He mumbled, his voice groggy and tired.

"I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you?"

"Sure." He smiles, scooting over to let me fit in.

I cuddle close to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

He wraps his arm around me, resting his chin on my messy bed hair.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks.

"I'd rather not."

"Are you sure? It helps."

"I just wanna go to sleep." I mutter, replaying the nightmare in head.

I just don't get it, though. What's even the story behind the dream? Harry loved me so much, that he wanted to kill me? What the hell does that even mean?

Luke let out little snores, his arm still holding me, tightly.

I let the thought go.

It was just a stupid dream anyways.