"Come on, my mum stopped by your house and grabbed some of you and Daniels clothes. Thanks for the keys," He informed me as he tossed back the spare key I kept under the welcome mat at the house.
"Thanks," I mumbled, and went to go change.
Later at Midnight
(Harry's Point Of View)
I layed in my soft mattress, thinking about what I'm going to do about Flora, just thinking about her in general actually.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard screaming coming from her room. I dashed into her room and see her thrashing about, again, her fingers tangled into the sheets, sweat dripping from her forehead.
I grabbed her hand and right as I was about to wake her, she calmed down. I let go of her hand and she had this pained look.
"Don't.... leave me. Please," I heard her plead. I thought she had awoken but it was just unconsious words that left her lips.
I sighed and climbed in next to her. She clung to my shirtless body, and I had to say it was quite awkward. She kind of wasn't wearing pants. I felt myself go a bit hard as I saw her lace panties. I quickly looked away, and she entangled her legs with mine. I slowly drifted off to sleep, and luckily, she didn't have any more bad dreams.
The Next Night
(Flora's Point Of View)
I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep but nothing was working. I just remained motionless, until I felt the bed dip down, and arms pull me into their chest, face first. The tickling curls informed me that it was indeed, Harry. His prescence immediatly calmed me; I slept better when someone was around. (A/N I actually do sleep better when someone is around) I fell asleep quickly in his warm arms, feeling the gentle press of lips across my forehead sending me off to the land of dreams.
I woke up, feeling colder than when I drifted off. The explanation was that Harry was gone, without a trace. The rest of the day ran by as a repeating routine, doing nothing much to note. He never brought up how he entered my bed, just passing by as if nothing ever happened.
This has continued for a couple of days, him coming to my bed and leaving before I could get a chance to ask, and I didn't really know what to do. I just waited for the arrival of his comforting body to inhabit my bed. I don't know why but I never pushed away from him, as ridiculous as it seems.
But tonight was different. I waited and waited for his warm embrace, but it never came. An hour passed to his usual arrival. Is something wrong?
I attempted to maneuver around the room in the dark, cursing as I bumped into the desk and then the dresser. I left the room and made my way into Harry's. I creaked open the door, not sure what I would see, but to my surprise Harry was just sleeping. Until I heard him cry out incoherent words. He immediatly started thrashing around, fists gripping the navy sheets, knuckles turning white.
Now I knew why he came into my room. He was having terrible night terrors! I climbed into his bed. Did everyone have a queen sized matress in this house? Whatever, well as I slid myself in the sheets, Harry's erratic sleeping calmed. I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to feel someone shaking me. "Stooop. I'm sleeping," I complained, turning the opposite way of my assaulter. I felt something poking my cheek. "Ohmygod, if you don't stop, I'm gonna punch you in the throat."
"Someone's not a morning person." I immediatly fully woke up, remembering how I was supposed to leave his bed before anyone noticed. Too late.
I didn't know how to explain the situation. "S-sorry, you were just screami-"
"It's okay. I think it'd be better if we slept together... It let's the other residences even relatively near us sleep, not having to hear you're screaming."
"Hey, you were thrashing around too, don't blame it on me..."
"Okay, whatever, we're sleeping together from now on..." I snickered. "C'mon, Flora, not like that." He claimed, as my cheeks flustered.
"Okay, deal."
I am so tired and I don't know what to add I'm so conflicted shit. no. fuck okay bie ~Anna
