SOFT SPOT// h.s

2.4 ~ Back to bed

The blood-curdling scream jolted me out of my peaceful sleep and I immediately leapt from my bed. I heard Gemma's rushed footsteps patter down the hallway as I opened my bedroom door. The noise was coming from Harry's room. Of course it was.

Gemma's face was pale with shock as she stood outside Harry's door. Although she was deprived of make up and her face was bare, she still looked effortlessly stunning, which wasn't fair at all.

I bolted to the bathroom, filling up a basin of water and carried it past Gemma and into Harry's room.

Drops of sweat trickled down his brow as he tossed and turned restlessly, groaning incoherent words. I balanced the basin of water on the edge of the bed as I sank down beside him. "Oh Harry," I muttered pitifully. "What are we going to do with you?"

I placed my hand on his rapidly rising and falling chest, feeling the frantic pace of his beating heart. He opened his mouth to shout a strangled cry and I took that as my signal to act quick. I reached for the basin and-

"Clary are you crazy?! You can't dump that-" Gemma cried, but it was too late. I had emptied the ice cold water over the boy who twisted in his warped sleep, seeing images unknown to anyone else.

The freezing water washed over him, relieving him of the nightmares. He shook his head, flinging water everywhere and looked at me and then at Gemma, who was too stunned to move.

"Fuck," he muttered, as he covered his face with his palms. Gemma just stood and stared at him, her mouth hanging open.

"H-Harry, I thought they had stopped," she choked out finally.

Harry sighed before answering. "Well obviously they haven't." He raised his hands to his head and massaged his temples with his long fingers.

Gemma seemed to be searching for the right words, trying to grasp them and form them in her mouth, but they just wouldn't come out.

I took this as my cue to slip silently out of the room and search for clean bed sheets for Harry.

I rummaged through the clothes closet, which wasn't too hard to find, and dug out a plain white pile of sheets, grasping the soft warmth with my fingers.

I paused outside the door, suddenly nervous of intruding. I could hear Gemma's shaky voice and Harry's gruff replies.

"And what are you going to do about it?" I heard his sister demand.

I heard Harry mumble, "Nothing," which just set Gemma off even more.

"Harry, this is just ridiculous," she cried, and I felt a little taken aback with how Gemma was handling Harry's sleeping disorder.

I pushed open the door with my foot, seeing as my arms were full with bedclothes. One of them had already stripped the sodden sheets and thrown them in a bundle on the floor.

They both looked like deer caught in headlights as I walked in on them. Their conversation must have been a lot deeper than Harry's sleeping problems. But I had no idea what it could have been.

The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, the darkness being kept out by the window shutters. Dawn had not yet broken, and the night was still present.

"Clary, you don't have to do that," Harry said after he cleared his throat. But he did not come over and take the basket from my hands or refrain me from cleaning up the mess that some memories of his past had caused.

I said nothing, but silently did the job while the only sound was the ruffling of the fabrics and the occasional sigh.

Harry sank into a small cushioned seat and stared at the wall. He seemed to go into zombie mode after every nightmare.

Gemma had retreated to the kitchen to put on the kettle and make strong cups of tea.

"I don't know," Harry said, breaking the silence. "How I'm supposed to thank you."

I glimpsed at him quickly before finishing off the chore. "You don't have to," I told him honestly. I didn't care for his thanks or gratitude, I didn't want anyone to suffer what Harry frequently went through.

"Come over here," he said quietly but firmly. And I did, after I brushed my hands on the silk pyjamas I was wearing when I had finished fitting the bedclothes.

I sat on the seat that was opposite his, but I was still fairly close to him. He had pulled on a Tshirt and a pair of sweats so that he was no longer half naked.

His eyes were dark as they gazed into mine. I was lost for words as we sat in silence for what felt like forever.

"Clary, I," he began, but he seemed to be having trouble with the progression of his words, which usually flowed smoothly and beautifully.

"Iwanyoutetrusme," he mumbled, way too fast for me to understand what he was trying to say.

"Sorry? I didn't catch that," I replied with a smile as I looked at him blankly.

"I want.. you.. to trust me," he said slowly, as if he had to think about every syllable.

"What do you mean?" I asked him with confusion.

"I mean, I want you to tell me anything that I need to know about you. Or Ellie, because I know that this trip must be difficult for you and fuck, it's fucking hard for me too, but I want you to just trust me ok? And to have trust in whatever I do," he explained. His eyes were wide and serious, and he stared at me hard, expecting an answer.

I gulped and glanced down at the floor before answering. Did I trust him? I only met him like, three days ago after not seeing him for three years.

He continued to gaze at me expectantly, willing a reply to leave my lips.

"Yes Harry, I want to trust you," I told him truthfully.

"And do you?" He asked me eagerly, his body leaning forward.

I could almost feel his breath tickling my skin as I processed my answer.

"Yes, Harry."

And then our faces were so close that the tips of our noses brushed against each other, but I didn't pull back, and neither did Harry. Instead, he adjusted his head so that he easily could have kissed me, if he wanted to. And I tilted mine up, so that I could have kissed him, if I wanted to.

And then so quickly and unexpectedly that I couldn't be 100% sure that it even happened at all, his lips swiftly touched mine, and they were as soft and as pleasant to kiss as I remembered.

I barely reacted, my arms staying by my side and his hands didn't touch me at all. The only thing that was connected was our lips, and a lock of Harry's hair that brushed against my forehead, making me smile against the short kiss.

He was cautious and gentle, almost as if he was afraid to be kissing me. The subtle taste of peppermint that lingered on his lips made me crave more, but I was being as careful as him.

And after no time at all, there was nothing only the faint trace of his mouth on mine as he broke away from me.

I could smell his cologne and familiar comforting scent as our heads leant close together, my heart beating so fast that I was sure he could hear it.

"I should go back to bed," I murmured, my eyes still half shut and my mind still in a state of disbelief.

He wasn't looking at me, his eyes were focused elsewhere. He just nodded in reply, his focus shifty as he turned away from me. I felt my heart sink as I rose from the chair and trudged out of the bedroom, not looking back at him.

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Ever Enough ~ A Rocket To The Moon
(I love this song)

Wow ok what just happened? So you kiss her then ignore her? Way to ruin the mood Harry wtf you're like bipolar atm

Ok thank you for 1.6k+ reads ily

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02.03.15
(It's March now weyhey summer is near-ish)