Superhuman (Harry Styles)

•Part Eighteen•

-Devon's Point Of View-

I woke up in darkness, it surrounding me nearly swallowing me whole. It took me a few seconds before I remembered my surroundings, remembering everything that had happened. As if on cue, my head began to pound relentlessly, almost as if it was laughing at me, laughing at my pain.

Someone stirred beside me, and I felt a curl brush against my cheek. Harry softy snored as his head rested on the pillow, his mouth slightly open, his eyes darting back and forth under his eyelids as he dreamed his dream.

His hand around my waist pulled me even tighter to him as he was in his slumber, as if he were dreaming a bad dream that only I could help. His breathing increased, going from quiet deep breaths to loud shallow ones. Swear beaded up on his eyebrow, signifying that something was indeed going wrong in his head.

"Baby," I nudged his shoulder. "Wake up."

He didn't wake up at my voice, and I began to panic when his body started to thrash out.

"HARRY WAKE UP!" I shouted loudly, straddling his waist as I shook him, and finally his eyes shot open, staring up at me with a haunted look.

"Devon?!" His body rocketed out of the bed, nearly knocking me out of his grasp and I nearly fell out of the bed but his fast steady hand caught a hole of my hand, making sure I didn't fall.

"Are you okay babe?" He asked me, pushing a curl behind my ear. Only he would ask me if I was okay after he just had a nightmare.

"Are YOU okay?" I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck as I stared into his eyes.

"Now I am." He smiled at me, but then a frown appeared in his eyes, almost as if he remembered something dark, something he had to do but didn't want to.

His hands reached out and grasped my face, gently but firmly as he stared into my eyes, I could've sworn I had seen a trace of a year form, but I brushed it off as I stared into his eyes.

"Harry?" concern dripped from my voice as I stared at him. He flinched at the sound of my voice, almost as if it had hurt him. My head was starting to hurt from his whiplash.

"Devon you are going to forget." He whispered, pain evident in his voice, a tear threaded down his cheek.

"W-what?" I stuttered, unable to look away from the intensity of his gaze.

"Forget me. Forget this house, forget everyone you've met here, forget everything that has happened, I want you to walk out of apartment and never look back." He whispered, tears streaming down his now red cheeks.

-Harry's Point Of View.-

"Forget me. Forget this house, forget everyone you've met here, forget everything that has happened, I want you to walk out of apartment and never look back" I whispered to her, a knife stabbing at my heart as I watched every memory of me fade out of her mind.

-Three Hours Before-

I walked out of my bedroom, quietly shutting the door so I wouldn't wake Devon from her sleep, sleep she really needed.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a can of coke out of the refrigerator, popping it open as I slammed the door shut.

"Mate, we need to talk." Niall's voice echoed around the kitchen, and I grumbled some profanities. Couldn't even drink a drink without being bothered.

"Yes?"

"This is too much. Devon is getting hurt everytime I turn around." He grumbled.

"I know Niall, and I'm trying to keep her safe but-" I began.