I had to do something.
She was sat there, in the corner.
She was rocking herself as if she'd completely lost it.
And it was my fault.
I rushed over to the cupboard underneath the sink. I got a towel and a bandage out.
I picked her up bed brought her to lay on her bed. I wet the towel and cleaned her wounds.
She hissed in pain as the wet towel contacted with her skin.
I put the bandage round her arm.
I sat down next to her.
"Luke..." She whispered, making my head shoot up. "I.. I don't feel too good.." She said.
I looked up at her in panic. Her face was pale and her eyes were drooping slightly.
"Luke..." She said again. I looked at her.
"I cut too deep this time...." She said.
Then her eyes shut.
I quickly felt for a pulse.
But there was none.
Kayleigh's p.o.v
Luke was stirring in bed next to me. Today was really busy. But Luke sort of passed out on the couch. So the boys brought him into bed. Now I'm lay next to him.
He started making whimpering noises.
I sat up thinking he was awake.
"Luke?" I asked. No reply.
"No...no.." He slurred.
"Don't leave me, princess!" He shires suddenly, making me jump.
"This my fault, Kayleigh. I'm so sorry!" He said.
It sickens me to have to listen to him have a nightmare.
I shook him lightly. "Luke?" I said.
He started shaking really bad. "Luke?!" I shouted, shaking him violently.
His eyes shot open. His breathing was really heavy. He just stared at me, as if I wasn't real. As if I was never here.
"Kayleigh?" He whimpered, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. He stared to cry. "Luke it's okay. It was just a dream..." I cooed.
"Just a dream." He repeated. "Wait so, Harry wasn't here today?" He asked. "No he wasn't. We were at an interview today." I told him. I was quite confused. But then again, Luke used to have really crazy nightmares.
"Oh.." He said.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked him. "Okay." He said. He told me everything. My eyes fills with tears as he said these words.
"You died in my arms. And it was my fault."
He began full on sobbing, so was I.
"Kayleigh, I'm so sorry." He sobbed. "Luke, it was just a dream babe. I'm here. I'm not dead and Harry never came here." I spoke calmly.
After about half an hour of full on sobbing from the both of us, we calmed down and stopped crying.
"Wow. My nightmares are getting really bad recently." He breathed out, wiping his eyes.
"Yeah they are. Maybe you should see a therapist." I admitted. I was getting very worried about Luke recently.
"Yeah I think so to. I'll look for one tomorrow." He while wrapping my arms round his waist, pulling my back into his chest.
