I'll Protect Her |H.S| *On Hold*

Chapter 20

"I'm fine, you can let go now." I told Harry as he kept me tightly pressed to his chest.

"No, you're not fine. What just happened?" Harry asked.

"Like you said, it was just a bad dream. That's all." I tried to reassure him.

"Jessica, I could hear you screaming from across the hall. And when I came in you were kicking the sheets and crying in your sleep." Harry stated, still holding me against him.

I wish I could see his face right now. I bet he has that 'overly protective' look going on.

"Well I'm awake now, so I'm fine. You can go back to your room." I told him.

Harry pushed me off his chest but still held onto my shoulders. "You think I'm leaving you on your own after that?" He looked at me.

I just looked back at him, knowing I shouldn't answer his stupid rhetorical question.

Harry stood up from the bed. He was still in his dress pants and he had his white shirt on with a few of the buttons undone. I could see a few black markings peeking out. I wish I had taken the time to examine his tattoos when he was shirtless in the kitchen.

I realised I was staring at his chest, I snapped myself out of it and looked at his face instead. But he seemed to be staring at me too. He was looking up and down my body, his eyes wide.

I looked down at my body and realised I was only wearing the black night dress. It was rouged half way up my thighs because of the way I was sitting. I snatched the bed covers and immediately pulled them over my body until my hands reached my chin, even my neck was covered.

"Eh- I'm just going to go get changed, I'll be right back." Harry stuttered while walking quickly out of the room trying to hide his red face.

As soon as he was gone I put my hands over my face and groaned. That was so embarrassing, he may as well have seen me naked, I mean my body was barely covered. I must've looked like the biggest slut. Shit-shit-shit.

Harry returned wearing red and white plaid PJ bottoms and a white T-Shirt. My face was still burning red with embarrassment but Harry seemed to have returned to his laid back casual self.

He climbed into the bed beside me but he didn't lie down he stayed sitting up.

I looked up at him. I was still lying down, clinging to the covers for dear life.

Harry let out a sigh and looked down at me.

"Do you get them often?" Harry asked.

"The bad dreams?" I questioned. He nodded slowly. "I used to." I told him.

"When did they stop?" Harry asked while laying down, facing me. Propping himself up on his elbow, leaning his head into his hand.

"They stopped after I went to therapy." I admitted. I twisted my body to face him. I copied his actions and propped myself up on my elbow, my head in my hand.

"You went to therapy?" He asked, again. Looked like he was the one with all the questions now.

"Yes. I did."

"Why?" He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Because I just did Harry." I let out an exasperated huff. I didn't want Harry to know about my parents. It was too personal, too soon.

"Yeah, but why?" He asked again.

"I can't tell you that." I concluded, hoping it would end the conversation. I looked down at the mattress between us.

"Why can't you tell me?" Harry asked, using his free hand to tilt my chin up so I'd look at him.

"Because I can only tell you certain things. It's part of the job." I smirked, using his own words against him. Harry furrowed his eyebrows but a smile played on his lips. I burst into a sudden fit of giggles, unable to stop. His face was priceless, it looked like he couldn't decide whether to be angry or happy so he did a little bit of both.

I continued to laugh until the tears were rolling down my cheeks.

Harry softly cupped my face and used his thumb to wipe away my tear.

His random heart warming action caused my giggles to die down and then stop. I started into his eyes, he however was looking at my cheek.

"I'd rather wipe away those kind of tears." Harry softly whispered.

My heart stopped. A sudden feeling of happiness and contentment burst throughout my whole being.

I continued to gaze at Harry. He was so dreamy. My eyes found their way to his lips. And then it happened.

He started to lean in.

My lips automatically parted. My eyes watched intently as his lips inched closer and closer towards mine. But then he stopped. I could feel his hot minty breathe on my lips. I wanted to close the distance, but I didn't have the courage. I looked up into his eyes.

They were soft and tender. But as I continued to watch, I seen them change. They became darker, his eyebrows were furrowed and he looked deep in thought, starring at my lips. His breathing became heavier and his nostrils flared slightly, as if he was mad. I looked at his lips once more, they were pressed together in a tight line, his jaw tensed.

Harry suddenly removed his hand from my face. He drew his face away from mine and sat up in the bed.

My heart ached with disappointment. Why didn't he kiss me? Wait. Did I want him to kiss me?

No, no you didn't. In fact you're glad he didn't kiss you. My subconscious tried, but failed to persuade me.

Harry shifted his body and lay on his side, facing away from me. He reached his hand out and turned the lamp off beside the bed. Sending the room into darkness.

"What are you doing?" I whispered to him. Confused by his sudden change of actions.

"My job." He sternly whispered back.

You see? He didn't want to kiss you. He's just doing his job which is to protect you. And that's all you'll ever be to him, his job. My snarky bitchy unwanted subconscious screamed at me.

I turned on my side, facing away from Harry.

I wanted him to hold me like he did the night before. I don't know why, but I did.

But I shouldn't want it, I can't. Because even if Harry felt the same, nothing could ever happen.

He said it himself, we're not allowed to get emotionally attached.

Well rules were made to be broken. My inner goddess unexpectedly chimed.