Once Upon A Song (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven

Harry’s POV

I woke up and rolled over seeing it was only four am and to see if Emily was awake yet. My eyes widened at the sight of her. She was basically wearing a bikini, but the bottoms were shorts.

She looked incredibly hot.

I watched her for a little bit and noticed she was shaking like she was yesterday.

“No, Daddy, don’t die. Come back! Daddy!” she called in her sleep, tossing and turning, crying and screaming.

I jumped out of bed, rushing to her side and slid into her bed, cradling her to my chest.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. It’s okay.” I soothed, rubbing circles on the small of her back and kissing her hair.

I felt her relax a bit in my arms, and I continued to rub her back and kiss her hair, repeating the same words.

“Shh… Nothing will happen, I promise.” I said, meaning every word.

I didn’t realise how broken she was. I had to protect this girl, from anything that could hurt her.

“H-Harry?” she whispered, her eyes meeting mine.

“Hey. Are you okay?” I asked, still rubbing her back.

“No, I hate this. E-every night, the s-same n-nightmare, and the w-worst part is that it could r-really h-happen.” She sobbed, burying her face into my bare chest.

“Hey,” I said, lifting her chin so I could see her eyes. “I’ll look after you, I promise.”

“Thank you.” She half-smiled, still crying silent tears.

I kissed her forehead and she lied on my chest drifting back to sleep. And a few minutes later, I did the same.

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Emily’s POV

I woke up in Harry’s arms.

Again.

I don’t know why but he makes the nightmares go away. I don’t want it to be like this. I don’t want to have to rely on him. I absentmindedly drew circles on his bare chest. Not going to lie, he’s hot. And for a British boy, he had a decent tan. I watched as his chest rose and fell as he slept. For some reason, I found it relaxing. A small smile was on my face as I lifted my head up to look at his peaceful face. What I saw was Harry staring at me with an adorable smile.

“Morning to you too.” He smiled.

“How long have you been awake?” I asked, slowly moving away.

He pulled me back, wrapping his arms around tighter.

“Since you started running your fingers over my hot abs.” he smirked.

I poked his ribs, making his hold become weaker. I quickly got out of bed and stood in the doorway.

“This is view is nice to.” He winked, eyes wandering over my body.

I looked down and saw what I was wearing, basically underwear. I ran to the bathroom and threw an oversized t-shirt on, feeling how red my cheeks were. When I went back into the bedroom, Harry wasn’t there. I heard noise in the kitchen so I went in there, seeing Harry making food.