Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 28

I updated my other Harry fanfiction called "My Savior", please check it out if you want to. It's very different from this one, it would mean a lot to me if you'd go and check it out. There's only 3 chapters up now, so it's just beginning. 

okay soooo chapter 28

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HARRY'S POV

There we were, just laying on my bed watching some annoying romantic comedy from Netflix. To be honest, I haven't been really paying attention to it, I've been staring at Sydney the whole time and the movie has been on for about 40 minutes. It sounds creepy, I know but I don't mean it to be like that. How can you say that you've been staring at someone without it sounding even a little creepy? It is impossible. I've been... looking at her for quite a while now and the way she lets out short laughs and little giggles when some of the characters say something funny and when she 'aw's at some parts is just... amazing, what else can I say.

"What?", her questions wakes me up from my thoughts.

"What?", I repeat the question and she lets out a small chuckle. 

"You were staring at me. Again.", she says, waiting for me to say something back.

"Again?"

"You've done this every time we have watched something. You're not even paying attention", she chuckles. "What is it?", she continues, me looking away, running a hand through my hair.

"I don't know", I mumble.

"You don't know?", she questions and I sigh.

"That's what I said", I reply and turn my head to look at her. Her face is closer to mine than I expected. Her eyes staring at mine like they're going to pierce through me.

"Tell me", she whispers. Even though there is nobody else there, she whispers. 

"No"

"No?

"No", I repeat, but she leans forward, like she is going to kiss me. As I close my eyes, I feel her cheek graze against mine, her breath fanning the side of my neck before she whispers again.

"Tell me, or I'll make you", she threatens with a seductive tone in her voice. Before our lips touch I feel my sight getting blurry, dark even.

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"Harry, wake up", someone shakes my shoulders. I open my eyes to see Sydney on top of me, shaking me slightly. "Harry you have to let me go", she whispers, a small chuckle escaping her slightly redder lips, they're a bit chapped as well. I look over her shoulder, I'm holding onto her, pretty tightly. I let go of her and she thanks me before getting up. "I'll go brush my teeth", she informs me and I nod and she leaves the room, taking the pink toothbrush with her. I didn't want her to leave.

I roll over on my stomach and bury my head in my pillow. I let out a loud groan  and try to get some sleep but I can't. I can't get that dream out of my head. 

It's not the first time I've dreamt of her. Of Sydney. Why am I having dreams about her? Why is she one of the few things that keep running through my mind? Is it just the fact that I see her almost every day? I don't know how to feel about it. I don't want to keep having dreams about her. It's weird. It is very weird. I haven't ever had dreams about any other women, not at least like these.