trepidation | h.s

part two

Lydia Styles

I felt the weight in the bed shift.

After a couple years of being chased and stalked, waking up alone when someone is meant to be beside you is always a scary thing. You don't know if something bad has happened or not and it's never a good thing to guess.

So, when I felt the emptiness next to me in the bed, I sat up in worry.

The door to our bedroom was open and I heard Harry's feet walking down the hall. I was relieved to know that he was okay and not in any danger...but why is he awake?

He had walked too far for him to be going to the bathroom, so I had no clue what he was doing.

About two minutes later, I heard him walking back, but I also heard his low voice quietly mumbling.

He walks through the door, to my surprise holding Daisy in his arms.

I knit my brows together as we make eye contact.

"What's going on?" I ask in a tired voice.

"Nothing, go back to sleep baby." he murmurs as he holds Daisy close to him and walks back over to his side of the bed.

"Are you okay? Did she wake up?" I get back into a laying position.

Harry sets Daisy's sleepy body down between the two of us, our own bodies acting as barriers so she didn't roll off the bed and hurt herself.

"I'm fine, I just would rather her sleep with us tonight." he says.

"Why?" I ask as I rub the back of Daisy's head gently, her face in my direction with her eyes closed.

We had just recently started having Daisy sleep in her nursery. She used to sleep in a crib next to our bed because we were nervous to leave her alone.

Harry shrugs as he gets himself comfortable under the covers again. "No reason. It just makes me a little more relaxed knowing shes right here."

"Harry, she's been sleeping in her room for a couple weeks now. Why do you want her to sleep in here all of a sudden?"

He sighs and rubs his hand through his hair. "I just freaked myself out. It's okay."

I reach over Daisy and rest my hand on Harry's cheek, stroking his cheekbone. "Please talk to me. I know something's up."

His eyes flick back and forth between mine as he exhales through his nose.

"I had a nightmare." he mumbles, revealing the truth behind his awakening.

My face falls and my stomach tightens.

I knew how scary nightmares could be, especially after all the trauma we've endured.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I pout in sympathy. I also knew that talking it out could help in some ways.

He turns so that he's lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. He blows a breath out of his mouth.

"It was bad. I don't know if you wanna hear it."