Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 45

I screamed when he touched my leg and tried to kick him away but he only grabbed both of my legs holding them down until he climbed over me. I cried out begging for him to stop but he didn't. When I looked over away from Matt, there was another bed. It led my into a greater confusion because Matt only had one bed in this room. It seemed once I looked away from Matt, the scene dissipated and I was standing on my feet alone. Harry was in that bed the closer I walked to it. His hands were handcuffed to the corner posts on the bed frame, he was oddly calm but something was off about the situation. His eyes seemed to be in a haze. "Harry." I call and he didn't hear me. I repeated his name again and still he didn't hear me. Two girls, one blond, the other short black hair, walk over to the bed, the blond crawled over him and sat on his lap. The other pouring a drink, dropping something in it. 

"Your turn, Caroline." Matt whispers in my ear and I let out a scream. Except it was enough to wake myself up. I shot straight up in the bed, relaxing once I found out it was a dream. I was sweaty and my hands were clammy as I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I jumped when Harry placed a hand on my arm. I didn't know he was awake. "You okay?" he asks and when I wipe my cheek I realized I had been crying. I exhaled and nodded and he still pulled an arm around me and pulled me closer to him. "What were you dreaming about?" he asks as he settles his chin on my shoulder. I turn and face him, laying my cheek on the inner part of his arm. My hands relaxed when they settled on his arm. "About you." I  admit, trying to close my eyes to rid the images of those girls on him. 

"What about me?" he asks and I trace the rose on his arm to distract me. He was warm and all I wanted to do right now was bury my face in his chest. 

"You were chained to the bed and the girls drugged you and... well, Matt was in it too." I say squeezing my eyes shut. He made a soft noise, almost like a grunt as if he were to flinch before tightening his arm around me. He pulled me in his chest and sighed. "I wish I could make it go away, baby. I really do." he says and kisses my forehead after pushing my  hair back from my forehead. 

I push my arms around his torso as he pulled the blanket up over us. I wish he could too. I wish he could take the pain away, and I wish I could take away his. But it's nights like this I treasure most. 

"I love you, Harry." I say muffled into his chest and he chuckles under his breath. "Love you too."

I didn't move until I woke up in the morning. I was kind of cold surprisingly. It is going into fall. I forgot it's that time of year again. It's hard to believe almost a year ago, I was locked in this room, hiding from Harry because I was petrified of him. Now, a year later, I'm clinging onto him for a decent night's sleep. When his hand came up on my arm, I jumped, not expecting him to be awake. Was he awake this whole time? 

"Sorry, I didn't know you were awake." I say catching my breath again. "I've been awake." he mumbles and pushes my hair back from my face with his free hand. "Why didn't you push me of you?" I ask him and he glances at his arm. "Cause you're on my arm and I didn't want to wake you." he admits and I was quick to move my weight off his arm. "You could've moved me." I say sitting up on one arm. He pushes himself up against the headboard and pulls me back over. "You amuse me when your sleeping." he says peculiarly and for some reason it made me laugh. 

"I always knew you were the stalking type." I say and he laughs under his breath. "Well someone has to keep an eye on you." he winks and  give him a shove and sit back up from his chest. He grabs my arm and yanks me back roughly, causing me to fall back down on the bed.He had this amused smirk. The smirk I used to get pissed at but now I've learned to love. 

"You're not leaving me. Where do you think you're going?" he asks as I try to shake him off me. He barely budged as he held onto my wrist and flipped the channel to a music channel. He tossed it to the side. "Taking a shower." I answer and try to get up again but he pulled me back again. I tried to act mad but it wasn't working. He rolled on top on me and sat on me cause he knew his weight couldn't be moved. But his next move shocked the hell out of me. He rocked his head back and sung out loud the lyrics of the song playing on the TV. I Like The Sound Of That by Rascal Flatts.