Hard to Love (h.s)

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It wasn't a peaceful night, Luna kept waking up due to terrible nightmares. It had been years since her nightmares were bad like this. Harry had been up, helping her, trying to calm her down and get her to go back to sleep and think happy thoughts, but it was hard.

But that's the thing with life. It doesn't matter how hard something is, you will do whatever it takes to help the ones you love, that's just a fact. Daisy had slept on the couch. She was so worried about Luna that she forgot that what her costume was and realized how ridiculous she must have looked carrying Luna out of the bathroom.

She had been a bit drunk before the whole situation, but after seeing Luna on the floor, it sobered her up a bit. Daisy cried all night too. Seeing Luna so broken and beaten and helpless would do that to anybody. The only person who asked about their whereabouts was Niall. There was nothing from Max or Justine.

Luna was curled up in a ball with the covers off of her. Harry had woken up a while ago. He wanted to hold her through the night and comfort her through the night, but he couldn't. He didn't want to touch her, he didn't want to break her, especially in her already fragile state. He had gotten up to go check on Daisy in the living room when Luna had stirred.

"Harry," she whimpered.

"Yeah?"

"I thought you left."

"I'm just gonna check on Daisy," he reassured her.

"Will you come back?" She peeked up at Harry who was standing by the door.

"Of course." He gave her a small smile and headed out into the living room.

He went into the bathroom and washed up, throwing on the same clothes from the night before. When he was done putting himself together, he headed into the kitchen where Daisy was curled up in a chair.

"How is she?" Daisy sniffled.

"I don't really know." He answered honestly. "She hasn't really talked much."

"I don't even know what to say." Daisy sighed.

"Was she...was she raped?" Harry asked.

"I...You have to ask her. It's her story and she's the only one that can tell you."

"If you need anything let me know." Harry told her.

He walked back into Luna's room with a cup of tea in his hand. He closed the door behind him, and he placed the cup of tea on her nightstand. Luna was still in her fetal position expect she was awake.

"Will you lay with me again?" Luna asked.

"Sure." He went over and laid down on the other side of the bed and looked up at the ceiling. "Do you wanna talk?" Harry asked her.

"I...I feel dead." she flatly said. "I feel like...I feel like I've lost the purpose of living. And it's all my fault. It's my fault." She started to break down.

Harry had gotten up and went over to her side of the bed and wrapped his arm around her. She flinched but relaxed when she realized it was just Harry.

"Luna, it's not your fault. None of this is your fault. You have to know that."

"But..but did you see what I was wearing?!" she cried harder. "If I wasn't dressed like that-If I hadn't gone out or dressed like that, none of this would have happened. It's my fault."

"Luna-"

"No, you don't understand! I could have pushed him off, I could have screamed, I could have done something! But I couldn't. I couldn't even save myself."