Now I see |H.S.| ON HOLD

Chapter 10

I get out of bed as quiet as I can hoping not to wake Cher. I grab my phone. Then grab my coat and Toms as I leave and close the door as silently as I could. I head for the elevator and put my coat over my tank top. I take deep breaths. My heart pounding hard.

What could he possibly want at 4 in the morning? I'm incredibly insane for coming. I should have stayed in my room. But I don't know what has came over me. The elevator stops in the lobby and I walk out. My hands in my coat pocket looking for where Harry is. 

I walk more into the lobby and now into the study area. It is complete vacant in here except for a green eyed and curly haired boy. He is sitting at the coach next to the bookshelf right next to the window. We stare at each other for a good 3 minutes before I walk to where he is. I sit on the couch that is facing him. With only a coffee table between us.

"Hi." He says as if he is about to start a conversation. I just look at him in no response. I open my mouth and then say "Explain to me why you woke me up at 4 in the morning to come to the lobby?" I say with a bit of sass. 

"We need to talk" He says in an even tone. "Hell yea we do." I say laying back on the couch. "So start talking." I say to him. He takes a deep breath and lean forward resting his elbows on his knees.

"Where do I start?" He ask me confused. I now sit up and all my sass is gone. I think this is getting a bit serious. "I want to know how you know about the dreams." I say biting my bottom lip.

"Because I've been having them too Valentina. Sense June." He says. My eyes brighten up. He says the exact same time I started to have them. "Have you had them happen all summer?" I ask. Hoping that his answer is as similar to mine.

"Yes, sadly." He says looking down now as if he is embarrassed. I no longer feel crazy and insane. I don't know what to say. "Did you have it when we were on the plane too?" I ask. He looks into my eyes and I look into his. He nods. 

"It felt stronger then before for some reason. It was as if it was real. I couldn't stop any of it. Not until you woke up." he says his eyes express a feeling I'm not able to comprehend.

"That's why I asked to move seats. I had too much going threw my mind. I knew you were the one I was dreaming about." He says now not looking at me at his last sentence. He shakes his head slowly and runs his hand threw his hair.

"I didn't realize that you were the one I was dreaming about until yesterday night." I say admitting as If I am telling a dark secret. He looks to me not looking anymore as if he is ashamed and hurt. But as if he was told good news.

"Is that how you knew my name? From the dream?" I ask now I want answers real answers. "Yes." He says nodding his head. He rises up his sleeves and now looks as if he is able to relax. I look to his arms and acknowledge tattoos I've never notice. "Nice tattoos" I say nodding my head.

He smiles to me. "Thanks, you got any?" He asks me. I shake my head. "I promised my dad I wouldn't" I say to him. He laughs a bit. "Oh so your a daddy's girl?" He says. I furrow my eyebrows but with a smile.

"Yea, But I bet your a mama's boy." I say. we both laugh hard. "Actually I do love my mum very much." I giggle and shake my head at him. I know look at my shoes. The room goes silent for a while.

"I'm sorry." He says. I look up in his green eyes and he looks to me. "For what?" I ask. Grinning at him trying to feel more comfortable around him. "For not telling you this. I knew you had these dreams sense we were on the plane. I just didn't know you were her..." he says.

I smile to Harry. I now find him a pleasant person to be around. I've found the guy I first met when I met him on the plane. "It's fine." I say. 

Now to ruin the moment my thoughts of him and Cher come into my head. I take a deep breath and look into my lap. "How long have you and Cher been together?" I ask Harry. His eyes widen.

"Oh, well about a year now." He says. I nod my head. and now I look up to him. "Well I guess I should get going." I say standing. "Val wait." Harry stands up and has a grip on my wrist to stop me from walking away. I look to him. 

"Do you think the dreams mean something?" He asks me. That makes my heart ache a little bit. Never have I been in a situation like this. I look down at our hand and seeing how close our fingertips are from touching. My fingers now messing with each other. "No." I lie. He releases his grip and I look down. I cross my arms as I leave to the elevator. I almost have a tear drop from my eye. 

This is insane. Why is this going on? Him and Cher obviously have a serious relationship and I want to be the last person to interfere with it. Cher is my friend and I would try everything to make sure this friendship doesn't mess up like me and Jo's.

I'm now on my floor and I start walking to my room. I reach for my key in my coat pocket which was not in there. I check all my pockets and my shoe.s. It's not there. "Shit" I say under my breath. I go back to the elevator and head back to the lobby. 

In my head I pray that it is where I was sitting. The elevator doors open and I head to the lobby and the study area. Harry still sitting there his head in the palms of his hands. "Why are you still here?" I ask him. 

He looks up and has a straight face. He then runs his hand threw his hair. "I was just thinking about things." He says. I nod my head. "Have you seen my keys?" I ask him. He furrows his eyebrows. "Sorry, I haven't." He says. I'm now extremely worried. Have to sleep in the lobby. How embarrassing.

"Are you locked out?" He asks me with concern. I give him a fake smile and nod my head. I have my arms cross and I sit on the couch. "I can't knock on the door because I will wake up Cher and she'll have a bunch of questions..." I say. He is thinking hard about the situation I can tell by his face.

"You can stay in my dorm?" He asks me. I shake my head quick. "I cant-" I am interrupted in mid sentence. "I know you don't want to but But you can't sleep in the lobby. Besides I have the room to myself. I never got a roommate." Harry says.

I understand this may be the worst idea ever but I have no choice. My options are limited... I look into his green eyes. "fine." I say nodding my head. I stand up following him to the elevator. "I stay on the 3rd floor" He tells me.

When the elevator stops we walk out to his room. He takes out his key and opens the door. His room is nothing how I expected it to be. It has a pattern of black and white and neatly organized. He has a lot more space by him putting the two beds together because of his benefit of no roommate.

"Nice place." I say. He chuckles a bit. I see a potential problem. Where will we both sleep. "You can sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the carpet. If that makes you comfortable." He says pulling out extra blankets from his drawers. 

"Harry, you don't have to. I can take the floor." I say but he gives me this glare. "I insist. take the bed Val." he says as he grabs one pillow and places it on the floor with his cover. I take off my coat and place my phone next to me on the bed. He turns off all the lights and nothing but the street lights and the moon is able to shine.

"Harry, I'm sorry." I say. It's still quiet. Did he fall asleep that fast? "Why?" he says softly. I take a deep inhale. "I forgot my key causing you to sleep on the floor." I say sounding pitiful. I hear him laugh softly. "It's fine Val. I promise. I don't mind. Sleeping here makes me feel like I'm camping." he says laughing a little.

The memory of me and my family go camping cross threw my mind. Those were the best days of my life when I was younger. "You enjoy camping?" I ask sounding a bit excited. "Yea. my mum used to always take me and my sister. Have you ever gone?" Harry asks me.

I slightly laugh. "Yes, Only when I was younger." I say. "Why did you stop going?" Harry ask me. The room goes silent for a bit. "My parents separated..." I say softly. I close my eyes holding back tears from to visions of my mother in my head. 

"I'm sorry." Harry's voice says softly. "It's okay. I'm tired. Goodnight Harry." I spoke back. "Goodnight Valentina."

The truth is I wasn't tired. I wanted to sleep but I couldn't. I'm in Harry's room. In Harry's bed... How am I suppose to go to bed. I close my eyes but I do not sleep. I just think. Think of many things. Mainly of Harry.