I nodded. I was really curious about it but didn't wanna ask. I cleaned his cut and roll a huge bandage around his waist. He thanks me and lays down. I sit on the edge of the couch playing with Eve's ears.
"You're not gonna ask about it?" He asks with a surprised face.
"If you're not comfortable with me knowing your personal stuff-" he didn't let me finish my sentence.
"Juliette, we are friends, right? Friends tell each other stuff."
Friends. We are friends. I care about him and he seems to care about me.
"Of course we're friends, Harry." I reassure him.
"Someone wanted to attack Zayn and I stepped in front of him. I got slightly hit by the knife the attacker had. It's fine. I guess that's kind of a part of being a celebrity and all." He explains.
How come they had no security with them? This is messed up. Some random person in a crowd of people with a knife and why wanna stab Zayn?
"That's messed up but I should let you sleep now. You need rest, Harry." I lay the blanket on him.
"I'm not a baby, love." He giggles and wishes me goodnight.
I blush at what he said. I did treat him like a baby for a second. Well, happens I guess. I go to my room and check social media before going to sleep. I wonder how long Harry is gonna stay here. Not that I mind, I don't. I like having company.
I fall asleep pretty quickly.
I wake up to Harry shaking me awake. I'm sweating and crying. Damn, I must look horrible. He stops shaking me and looks at me. His face is full of worry.
"Are you alright?" He asks with a shaky voice.
"Yeah, why? What happened?" I pull the covers on my body.
"I dunno. I woke up to your screams. I suppose you had a bad dream but since you're alright I can leave you be." He starts to leave.
"Harry, don't go!" I grab him by his arm and pull him back slightly.
"Sorry." I let him go and apologise.
"No need, love. Do you want me to stay?" He asks.
I nod and move to the right side of the bed and pull the covers up so he can slip in. He gets in and faces my back. His big hands make their way to my waist and pull me closer.
"Is that good?" He whispers.
"Very, thank you." I assure him and feel my eyelids start to close.
Harry kisses my head and falls asleep himself.
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sad guy | Harry Styles
FanfictionI finish wiping the counter just as a guy steps in. He has a hood pulled over his head and he has sunglasses on. Creepy. "Hello, sir. How can I help you?" I ask the the tall man standing in front of me. Only a small counter between us. He looks up...
