Sunnyvale H.S

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I sighed heavily, my arms tightly wrapped around him. He kissed my forehead as he rocked me gently, holding me close to him.

"Grace! I heard you screaming! Are you okay?" Peter ran into the room, and bounded over to the bed. He sat at the bottom, a concerned look on his face.

"I just wanted to check if you were okay. I'll give you two a minute okay?"

"No it's okay peter," Harry said softly.

"No, this is a family matter. It's okay."
He stood and left the room, but I was too wrapped up in Harry to see peter.
I heard the door shut as peter left. My breathing was still unsteady, and my tears were staining into Harry's black shirt.
"Grace. Hey listen to me, I'm here, I've got you. You're awake."
I nodded slowly, as his large hand patted down my hair at the back of my head.
I try to stifle a sob, but the thoughts of the dream were too much.

"That was bad harry. It was the worst one I've had in ages."
He pulled me onto his lap, and crossed his legs beneath me.
"Shh you don't have to speak about it."

He kissed my forehead and let his lips linger for longer than usual. It made me feel secure.
"I'm sorry Harry. I'm sorry I keep waking you."

He pulled my head back from his chest and kept his eyes focused on my own.
My eyes were swollen and red from crying and I could feel the heat in my cheeks from how awful I looked. He must think that I'm a joke.

"Shut up."

He pulled my towards him. I pouted my lips  as I came towards him, but he crashed my face into his shoulder.

"I thought you were going to kiss me," I mumbled into his shoulder as he laughed softly.

"You're upset and you're tired."
"So?"
"I'd prefer you to be fully aware and not drunk on your tears."

He swiped his thumb across my cheek, wiping the tears away.

"Sorry Harry."
He shook his head and rocked me backwards and forwards again. His large arms completely covered my back, and his legs were tucked beneath me.
I slid my hands around his back and rested them there.

"Come with me."
"Where are we going?" I asked, as he stood up, my legs hanging loosely around him.
"Tighten your legs around me," he whispered and he patted my thighs.

I tightened my grip around his legs as he carried me out of the room.
I looked down at his legs before realising he was only in his black boxers.
I hadn't realised because I'd been crying and hadn't taken time to notice.

He pushed open his bedroom door and kicked it so it widened. He laid me down on the bed and pulled the duvet back.
"Stay here, I'll be back in a minute."

I nodded, my heart sinking. He was being extremely thoughtful, and he was being so gentle with me.

I watched as he smiled,before he walked out of the room.
I took time to look around and take in the way the room looked.
The walls were painted a navy blue, and large black curtains hung from the wall. He had a small lamp beside his king sized bed, and a collection of books on the floor by the bed. His room was bigger than I thought, the walls stretching almost twice the size of my own room.

I heard him talking to peter in the living room. They were talking quietly, but I could faintly make out what they were saying.

"Is she okay?? A bad dream again?She had nightmares in camp too."
I was surprised he could even remember those. He used to be the only person who could wake me up.

"Well we just have to be there for her, she needs us peter."

"Yeah i know. Goodnight harry."