Now I see |H.S.| ON HOLD

Chapter 7

My eyes full of tears. Head hurting from so much crying. Never cried so much. Not sense my mom died. Why am I crying. I hear a hushing noise coming from behind me. I was laying in bed but not sleep. It is completely dark. This isn't my bed... Its to soft. It feels too big.

I begin to check my surroundings... This isn't my room either. I continue crying but this time harder and harder.

"Everything is going to be okay" I hear a deep slow British voice saying behind me... This isn't..Can't be.

I turn around to meet these big green glowing eyes able to see clearly in this pitch black room.

Harry?

I continue to cry while his arms are wrapped around me. I cry harder as he pulls me in closer. He pulls me into his chest while I cry. WHY THE FUCK AM I CRYING.

The next thing I know harry releases me. He lets go as his body drifts from me. In slow motion he is going farther and farther into the distance.

"Harry!" I scream still crying. Why is he leaving. Why am I crying. The darkness is yet darker if that is even possible and then everything goes blank.

I wake up like I do after every nightmare. Panting, Out of breath, and Horrified. Has he been the same person in ever dreamt his whole summer. Can't be. I had these dreams before I've met him. People have dreams about other people all the time. This is crazy. This is insane.

I try not to stress about and my breath goes to normal. I check my clock on my nightstand. It is 4:51 in the morning. I though jet lag causes me to sleep more.

I can't go back to sleep. It's not safe. I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling... I don't know what to do with myself. I grab my clothes from the drawers and decide that I should just get ready for the day.

I take my shower, wash my hair, brush teeth, and wash my face.I place a small amount of makeup. Which is just eyeliner and mascara and decide to leave the room. I have to grab my keys, phone, and journal.

I make my way to the lobby where I see no one. Everyone must be getting really good rest. I'm glad I didn't wake Cher because I don't feel close enough to tell her about what I was dreaming about. I haven't told anyone about the dream. I should keep it that way.

In the middle of Oxford there is a water fountain the is glowing from the night sky's reflection as the water pours out. I fit at the fountain pulling out my journal. But I do not write in it. I simply read what I write.

I enjoy reading over my work. Observing what I could do better next time I write. Or maybe become interested and proud at what I've done well.

At 12 is the Oxford Social and I'm not sure I want to go anymore. I'm not stable but I don't want to let Cher down. I did tell her I was going to go.

I'm mainly worried about what if I see Harry there. What if I notice him. I can probably not look at him the same. He coundn't possibly be the same guy from all the dreams. Not possible.

"What are you doing up so early." I hear a nice British voice behind me walking up. It was Marcus. He was in a running suit and looked quite tired. He pulls out his ear phones he was obviously running with and sits next to me.

"I couldn't go to sleep..." I say looking down from him. "Isn't jet lag the opposite of not sleeping?" I laugh slightly noticing he's right. "I just had a little bad dream and wanted some fresh air." I say now look at him smiling.

"Oh no, nightmares are the worst. Tell me about it." He says sounding interested. I don't want to tell him about this dream. Anyone but this one. I have to think of something quick. I hate lying but I barely know Marcus so It won't affect our relationship that much. I looked down at my hand and started twiddling with my fingers. Here I go.