Another dream. More and more kept coming. I felt myself sweating and panting. I
was shaking so much, and I had a death grip on something, but I'm not sure what
it was. The man had me tied up. I was trapped in a room, I turned to my right
and saw Harry trying to get in through the window, and to my left was Dylan. He
was trying to untie me without getting caught. "H-help me." I croaked, but no
one in the world would've been able to understand it. I coughed and blood
splattered all over Dylan's face, but he didn't move. "He's coming!" Harry
shouted through the window. Two shots and Dylan was gone. I was handcuffed to
the wall. Harry was trying so hard to get in. I was fidgeting trying to get out
of his reach. His hands were slowly gliding down into his pocket. He pulled out
a knife and held it against my throat. "No!" Harry screamed, but it was too
late. I was gone. I sat up again, the same time Harry did. "Again?!" I gasped.
"You were tied up, and he killed Dylan, and he took out a knife and slit your
throat. I was by the widow and-" I cut him off. "Again." I said. He looked down
at our hands. "Why's my hand all bruised up?" He asked. "Sorry..." I blushed. "I talk
and fidget in my sleep." "I could tell." He grinned.
"It must be when we hold hands. We have the same dreams." Harry said, his face
serious. "Maybe...it's only nightmares though." I said. "It's only happened
twice. We're probably only having nightmares because that's what we're thinking
about. We have to think about happier things." He said. "We'll try tomorrow." I
said wiping my eyes. "Why not now? Everyone's still sleeping." He suggested. "I
guess." We laid down and closed our eyes. Happy thoughts were going through my
head. My family, my sisters, Dylan. I started to dream again. I was running
towards a waterfall. There was a picnic set up and I was wearing the most
gorgeous dress I've ever seen. Every turn I made, the sequins sparkled in a different way.
There were two hands that wrapped around my waist, and a chin rested on my
shoulder. "Hi, beautiful." Harry's voice whispered into my ear. "Hey, handsome." I
grinned. He spun me around and we kissed on the lips. The dream had ended and I
opened my eyes and saw that everyone was still asleep, except Harry.
"Waterfall?" He asked. "Yup." I replied. "Dress?" "Yup." "Kiss?" "Yup." I
answered. "It works. When we hold hands we have the same dreams. That's crazy."
He said, tightening his grasp. "It is..." I said looking up into his eyes. He
started to lean in towards my dry, pale lips. "We should start heading out." I
said turning away, letting go of his hand, and standing up. "Ya....probably." He
said, his voice was full of hurt and sadness. I unlocked the door and Harry
followed me outside. It was silent for a few minutes. I made patterns in the
fresh snow with my shoes. "Why'd you pull away?" He asked, "Why didn't you want
to kiss me?" I looked up at him, his face was pure sadness. "I-I was scared...."
I hesitated. "Of what?" He asked. "Losing you. You losing me. Someone's out to
kill me and we're the only ones left. If we're together, and I get sick, hurt,
or even killed, you'd have no one anymore. I can't hurt you like that. I wanted
to kiss you, but...I don't want you to get hurt." I replied walking towards him
and taking his hands in mine. "I understand. But I'll protect you. I won't let
anything happen to you." He promised stepping closer to me, our bodies inches
away from each others. "I'll think about it. I really do like you Harry..." I
smiled. "I like you, too." He grinned taking one step closer so that our bodies
were touching. "We should probably keep it a secret if it happens though." He
said. "Why?" I asked. "Niall has no one. He'd be the only one." Harry said.
"Dylan doesn't have anyone either." I said pushing up against him some more. My
head fits perfectly underneath his chin. "He chooses to be that way." Harry
said. "How do you know?" I asked. "He told me. He doesn't want anyone in his
life, he said he needed more time to take care of you." Harry said pushing up
against my body harder.