Thunderstorms: A Harry Styles Love Story [COMPLETED]

Chapter 11: Nightmares and Interviews

~~~Harry's P.O.V.~~~

 That night was probably one of the worst nights of my life. 

After the Dylan incident, Sierra sat still, refusing to eat or drink and barely speakingI wanted to bring her to hospital but Liam told me not to because it would attract too much press and unwanted attention. I helped her to change and washed the cuts on her skin. She winced a couple of times but said nothing. I tucked her into bed and lay down next to her. I wrapped my arm instinctively around her waist. Her skin was so cold, she was like a block of ice. I whisperered her name, but she didn't respond. Her eyes were wide open, staring at nothing. I sighed and we lay there in silence for a few minutes.

"Sierra....please say something. Anything." I begged, almost desperately. A few moments passed and I thought she was dead.

"Hi." she stated simply. I chuckled softly. 

"Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Like hell."

I smiled. Sierra was back. We fell back into deep silence. I was about to close my eyes when I heard her mumble something.

"I-I'm scared."

"He's not coming back." I assured her. She nodded and nuzzled her face into my chest. I smiled peacefully when I heard soft snores coming from her. I closed my eyes and fell asleep as well.

"NO! GET OFF ME! STOPP!"

I woke up to screaming and an arm thrashing next to mine. I almost fell off the bed with shock. I turned around to see Sierra crying and screaming with her eyes closed. She must be having a nightmare. I shook her shoulders.

"Sierra, get up. It's just a dream."

Her eyes opened and she whimpered. I stroked her hair softly and she went back to sleep. I stayed awake for awhile just in case, and sure enough, the nightmares started again. 

Throughout the night, the nightmares just kept coming back. On about the 5th time, I hugged her protectively and started singing.

"Shut the door, turn the light off,

I wanna be with you,

I wanna feel your love,

I wanna lay beside you,

I can not hide this,

Even though I try..."

I sang softly and watched as Sierra's eyes fluttered close. My tired eyes closed soon after.

The nightmares stopped for the rest of the night.

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~~~Sierra's P.O.V.~~~

I woke up to the sound of....nothing. Silence. I looked around and sure enough, Harry wasn't there. I frowned and checked the time: 11am. 

"Sierra can't go! Did you see her?! She's looks dead. Even if you make her go, she probably won't say anything. No, she can't go, and that's final."

Harry's voice floated into the room from outside. I burst out of the room and the boys looked at me, shocked. 

"Where can't I go?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, we have this interview today, and they want you to be there too." Liam explained.

"But you don't have to if you don't want to." Harry cut in. I rolled my eyes.

"I feel better, I can go." I announced. The truth is, I did feel better. Also, I really wanted to go to this interview.