Songs for Inspiration:
Blank Space - Taylor Swift
Last Chance - Maroon 5
Feel Again - One Republic
Allyson's POV
Suddenly my eyes open and try to adjust to the darkness of my room. I don't know why I have awoke so suddenly until I glance over at Niall who is shaking in his slumber, and the small light from the moon outside my windows reflects the droplets of sweat covering his pale face.
"Niall?" I gasp, my own face portraying a ghost as all of the color disappears from my cheeks.
I crawl next to him and lift myself up to look down at him.
"Niall!" I shake his arms a bit, and then try moving the flattened hair off of his forehead, trying everything to wake him up from whatever misery he is receiving from his dream. Or should I say, nightmare.
"Niall!" I raise my voice, anxiety over taking me, as a small groan escapes his plump lips.
What if he doesn't wake up?
I shake the thought out of my head, not wanting to think of the worst possible ways this could end.
"Allyson," he mutters and I feel my eyes watering up.
"Niall, I'm right here," I try shaking him again but nothing works.
"No!" he yells, his body reacting by shaking uncontrollably and I am frozen not knowing what to do.
"Don't touch her!" his voice is raising, and tears are streaming down my face at this point.
"HARRY!" I scream at the top of my lungs, not knowing what time it even is in the middle of night, or early morning, but having no other choice. Maybe he knows what to do, because I don't have a clue.
I hope this isn't something Niall goes through regularly, because I can't stand to see him in this pain.
"Allyson," his voice cries and my heart shatters.
"Niall, I'm right here, I'm right here babe I'm here, I'm safe," I don't know what to say at this point, so I try to whisper into his ear as my tears choke back my words.
I sigh in relief when his eyes flutter open, and the moment they focus on me he graps my arms and pulls me quickly and tightly into his arms.
"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere," I reassure him, my voice cracking with the wet tears racing down my cheeks, yet a smile beams on my face at how ecstatic I am to see him awaken and out of that nightmare that was killing him from the inside out.
Neither of us says anything and the door snaps open and smashes into the wall as a panting Harry races next to the bed after flickering on the lights.
"What's wrong?" he asks and his face is a pure piece of white sheet paper, and he is clearly out of breath.
"Everything's better now. Sorry for waking you up," I apologize, he is obviously very worried.
"Are you sure? Is everyone okay? Niall you alright mate?"
Niall doesn't reply, but only nods his head as he takes no shame in keeping my wrapped in his arms while I lay into him.
"I'm glad everyone is safe. I thought something terrible was wrong. Thank God not," he laughs to himself and clutches his sides.
"Thank you for coming up here," I tell him as he says goodnight and goes back downstairs where is he staying on the pull out couch.
Neither Niall nor I speak, but he slowly rubs my back in the same pace for what seems like eternity, and I enjoy the embrace and never want to leave it.
"I'm so sorry," Niall mutters into my mess of hair.
"For what?"
"Waking you up,"
"Niall, you have to be ridiculous," I sigh.
"It's just that...they had you. They-" he shakes his head and discontinues his thought and moves on, "I'm glad your safe, with me."
"Niall, I'm never going to leave you. Ever," I promise him.
And I mean it. The only way he will ever get me to leave him is if he wants to leave me. And that I can't argue, because I would want to leave me, too.
"I don't want to pry, but what was the um, nightmare about?" I ask as sweetly as possible.
He doesn't respond at first, but then shifts his body against the head board, and I lay against it to with my back but he only pulls me back with my head now resting on his chest. He runs his hands through my hair, playing with it in between his fingers in his deep thought.
"It was the car crash," is all he says, and I wait for him to finish but he never does.
"What car crash?"
"Yours."
What?
"You dreamt about my car crash?" I gasp.
"I get these nightmares sometimes...I'm in the passenger seat but you never notice me there. I know what's going to happen every time. You aren't going to see the truck coming and it's going to hit you. And every time I see the light flash in your eyes and," he gulps, pain written plain across his face as his eyes replay the horrifying story in them.
He continues, "then it's too late. I can't help you, and then these people come, and they take you away and no one even says anything to me, they all ignore me. It's like I'm there, but just as an apparition. I'm not actually there, just some witness that doesn't even matter. And then they take you away from me and I just-" he full on sobs and I pull him closer to me.
"I'm safe, Niall. I'm fine, more than fine. Never been better, actually. And that's the truth," I tell him, my own tears silently streaming down my rosy cheeks.
"I know, it's just all surreal," he swallows.
I wipe the tears from his perfectly round cheeks, and I contemplate kissing his soft lips to take away the pain, but I don't know if he would be weirded out by the random act of affection.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," he apologizes for what seems like the millionth time.
"Stop saying you're sorry. Don't be. Everyone gets nightmares every so often,"
"I guess," he mumbles.
"Did you say you've had this nightmare, more than once?" I ask softly, and he nods.
.I bite back my curiosity that only wants to pry more questions, and give him a few more moments to regain himself. It was a traumatizing experience, what we just went through. He deserves time to recover.
The way his lips were parted as my name desperately slipped from those lips that I crave to be against mine, and how his body shook with pain. And the sweat covering his beautiful face, every part was just as difficult to view as the other.
And I never want to go through the pain of seeing him in such a state ever again.
I never want him to be in such a state, ever again.
"How often do you have that nightmare?" I ask, slowly and softly swiping my thumb subconsciously across his tear stained cheek.
He doesn't reply, but only stares straight across from where he lays.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want too," I tell him.
If he is uncomfortable with telling me, I am not going to force anything out of him. I barely deserve the boy as is, let alone prying him for information.
"Once in a while," he says and I sigh in relief.
"How long is once in a while?"
"I don't know, like every other night. Sometimes twice in a row," he mutters and my face freezes.
"Niall," I sigh, this time not in relief, but sadness.
"It's okay, I just have to get myself back and working, and realize you're okay," he says.
I don't know how to reply, because I have never experienced anything as traumatizing as that nightmare seemed. But my eyes start to droop again and find myself fading back asleep as he continues to rub my back and I wrap my arms securely onto him, never wanting to let go.