The sleep is restless. My mind is replaying every single thing that has happened within one night, making it appear even more horrific than it was in reality. I can not scream and I'm too tired to cry, all I can really do is just lie here and hope for them to go away. Every time my eyes flutter open after a horrible nightmare, I find Harry lying awake next to, running his fingers through my hair, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. I don't take the expressions on his face into consideration though, too tired and broken to care about what is on his mind. Wether he's planning to choke me again or trying to come up with a new way to torture me, I really don't care.
The next time I open my eyes, Harry is no longer next to me on the bed and something very cold on my forehead. A gasp escape my lips at the coldness, my entire body feels cold as ice and there is no blanket covering my body. I stir a bit in an attempt to find a blanket to prevent the cold air from hitting my bare arms and legs.
"Shh, Stella, its okay, stay calm. I'm just helping to get your temperature done, baby. Your body is burning." Harry says and my eyes immediately snap in the direction of his voice.
He is sitting on the chair next to the bed. I watch as he shuffles a bit closer toward me, his left hand reaches forward as he removes the cold, wet, pad from my forehead and puts it into a bowl full of ice. Even though I don't want to utter even a single word at the very moment, the cold nipping at my body makes me feel extremely uncomfortable, the urge to feel warm is so strong that I find myself speaking without even realizing.
"I'm cold." I tell Harry, my voice coming out small and croaky like I've just rose from the grave.
A sigh escapes his mouth but he doesn't say anything, just takes out the pad from the bowl and places it on my forehead again. I flinch at how cold it feels against my skin and a visible shiver runs through my body.
I stare into Harry's eyes when he moves away, silently tryin to convey the message that I need a blanket to make my body a little warm but the longer I look in his eyes, the more uncomfortable I become. The green of his eyes remind me of a traitor, the person who fooled me, the person who ruined me and my family.
My bottom lip starts to quiver at the thought of not seeing my parents again and as soon as I feel the tears prickling in my eyes, I clamp them shut, not warning Harry to them, fully aware that he will question me immediately.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Harry says, the way his breath is hitting my cheek, I'm sure that he's a lot more closer than I want him to be at the moment but I don't ask him to move away, I just lie there with my eyes shut and bottom lip quivering uncontrollably.
"Okay. You want a blanket, I'll get you one. Just don't..don't cry." His voice is soft with a hint of panic in it and he has every right to panic because this time, he's not the one who has caused me the pain.
I hear him shuffling and I know that he's getting up to bring me a blanket. I'm unware of how long he takes to grab a blanket, I'm too deep in my sorrows that it's when I feel the blanket being placed over my body, I open my eyes again and snap back into reality.
I takes me a few seconds to realize that Harry has removed the pad from my forehead again and he's kneeling down next to the bed, looking at me with a frown on his face. He raises his right hand and my first instinct is to hold my breath, thinking that he's about to hit me. A hit never come though instead I feel his cold hand on my cheek, his thumb swiping away the single tear that had managed to slip out of my closed eyes. My lips part at the display of gentleness, my tense body somewhat relaxing as I breathe out.
"You okay?" Harry's voice is barely a whisper as he says the words while continuing running his thumb across my cheekbone. "Do we need to see a doctor, darling?"
When I don't reply Harry's thumb stops his motion and he clench his jaw tightly, narrowing his eyes at the same time as if he's trying to control his anger and that's when Josh's words cross my mind. Harry's anger and aggression is the result of the medicines he is being fooled into taking.
"Don't get angry, please. I'm..I'm okay." I rush out my words quickly in the same, croaky voice but luckily it's enough to grab Harry's attention since his jaw unclenches and his eyes snap open.
"Not angry, baby. Just upset." Harry tell me, trying to smile through his frown but fails miserably. He moves his face closer to my own and kisses my cheek, his lips linger there for a lot more longer than necessary. Harry snifs against my cheek but its not untill I feel something wet falling on to my cheek that I realize Harry's crying.
"I'm sorry." Harry says after a few moments, voice quivering and cracking as he speaks.
I'm in shock at his sudden breakdown, not really sure what to do or say to make Harry stop crying. Instead I feel the tears trickling out of my own eyes and even though I know that the two of us are crying for very different reasons, at the moment It feels somewhat nice to think that I'm not alone in my sorrows, I have someone to cry with.
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