Tomorrow [H.S. || A.U.]

Chapter 59

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

I stir in my sleep for a moment and soon realize that Harry isn't beside me.

I furrow my brows and sit up in bed and look around the room. Where is he this time?

Slight worry runs through me as I get up and walk out of Harry's room to look for him.

The moment I walk out of his room, I hear soft sniffles and whimpers from down the hall in Fred's bedroom.

I quickly make my way to the room, slowly peaking my head through the slightly opened door to see Harry curled up on Fred's bed, cuddling one of Fred's shirts.

I frown to myself before knocking lightly on the door to let Harry know I am here before walking in.

"Hey, Romeo." I say as I walk over to sit next to where he is laying on the bed.

He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand as he turns to look at me with a soft smile from the use of the pet name. "Hey, sunshine." He sighs.

"Another nightmare?" I ask hesitantly.

Ever since Fred died, Harry has been having these recurring nightmares.

Sometimes, they will be about the moment Fred died. Harry will be in the room just reliving watching him take his last breath over and over again.

Sometimes, they will be about when he got the call in New York. Harry will get the call and he gets stuck in New York with no possible way to leave to get to Fred to be able to say goodbye.

Sometimes, they will just be painful ways to remind Harry that Fred is gone.

At first, when Harry started having these nightmares, he would wake me up by his loud shouting and cries. But that has evolved into Harry waking up and sneaking out of the room to either Fred's room or the recliner in the living room Fred used to always sit in.

I have also secretly caught Harry calling Fred's cell phone a few times, leaving him voicemails.

I haven't been able to pull myself to bring that up to Harry though. I think him doing that actually helps him feel some peace and a level of closeness still to Fred, and I don't want to take that away from him. I worry that me bringing it up could make him feel shame in the fact that he does that and ruin it for him I guess.

Also, Harry has been wearing Fred's shirts a lot. I think him doing that, especially when the shirts still smell like Fred, make him feel like he's getting a hug from Fred when he wears the shirts.

"Yeah, another nightmare." Harry sighs as he reaches his arms out to wrap around me and pull me close to him.

I cuddle into his side as we lay on Fred's bed, my head resting on Harry's bare chest as I mindlessly trace around his butterfly tattoo on his stomach with my fingers.