Like a dream (H.S fanfic)

6. Normalcy

A/N

Sorry for any errors, didn't get any time for editing.

Arianna's P.O.V

"Angel" Harry murmured; I looked into his eyes his open eyes and smiled. We were lying down in the dark in his bedroom snuggled in the sheets.

"Angel" He whispered again, I rolled on top of him every inch of our bodies in contact with the other.

"What?" I giggled. A smirk crossed his face and I knew exactly what he wanted. I put my lips onto his; they tasted sweet and just like him. The kiss was slow to begin with but that never lasted long; I could feel the fire racing through every inch of body setting me on fire like only Harry could. His fingers were in my hair and my hands were rested on his butterfly tattoo as butterflies erupted in my own stomach. His lips left my mine and traced kisses across my face; jaw and finally made his way to my neck.

"Mhmmm" I said and I heard him chuckle

"You like that don't you," I gasped for air as his lips roamed my neck "Tell me you like it"

"Mhmmm" was all I could manage he stopped and looked at me. His eyes turned from cheeky to fierce, his lips didn't hold his usual smirk but it was a cynical one instead, his hands in my hair tighten their grip so hard I screeched out in pain. His grip kept getting tighter and tighter until my eyes stared stinging with tears.

"What are you doing Harry" I managed to choke out "Please Stop" I pleaded.

He threw me across the room; I was so winded that I couldn't speak. Fear raced through my veins and the heat I felt earlier was replaced by a steady and terrifying cold. He walked over to me and gripped my arm yanking me to a standing position; he pulled me with him; I refused to look at him because I didn't know who this was, this wasn't the man I love.

"Open your eyes and look at this," he growled; something so damn scary about his voice that I couldn't deny it and so I did. In front of me was the hospital bed and Harry lay there weak and frail barely clinging to the little life he had left.

I couldn't stop the tears now; they came trickling at first then hard and fast.

Look at what you've done to me" He yelled so loud the walls felt like they were vibrating.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

"You did this to me" he yelled

"No" I screamed and found myself drenched in sweat in Harry's room. "I'm sorry," I sobbed. Anne stormed into the room and found me repeatedly mumbling I'm sorry to the empty spot beside me on the bed.

"It's just a dream, Sweetie" she soothed, her hands stroking my hair. I had to pull myself together.

"Go get a shower and I'll make you some breakfast" I nodded and got out of bed having to peel the sheets of me. She left me in his room.

I stared at the photo of Harry and I that he had on the dressing table with no feeling; all I felt was numb because there was nothing left to feel. It was taken after our first date by paparazzi. We were both not looking into the camera, but instead laughing about something our eyes fixed on the other; Harry found it on twitter the next day and always says it's his favourite picture of us.

I walked to his bathroom and looked at the ghost in the reflection. She had the same black hair as me but hers didn't shine like it should have, her eyes were hollow housing no sign of life, her face looked pale and covered with sweat, she didn't look healthy and in poor lighting she didn't even look human.