The Girl Next Door

Beka was just a normal girl who had to move to England for her father's military career. Little did she know that her new next door neighbor is one of her idols. Read more to find out what happens with these two people and how moving to England can be the best thing ever.

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19. Chapter 18 Bad Dreams and Singing Again

“Rebekah, Rebekah… help me.” I heard someone faintly call. There was the sound of guns firing all around. “Please, don’t let me die. Save me, Rebekah.” My dad. The voice was coming from my father. He was on the ground, bleeding, reaching out his arm towards me. “Daddy?!” I called, running to him, but finding that I was frozen to the spot. “Daddy!” I called again, still trying to move, but not making any progress. “Rebekah, Rebekah! Wake up, wake up Rebekah. C’mon love.” My fathers’ voice turned into a slow, thick, Cheshire accent. I became confused. “Rebekah wake up, c’mon, love.” Everything went black.

I woke up, with a start, sitting up in my bed. My cheeks felt hot and wet. I had been crying. The dream was so real. I shouldn’t have let him go. I should have asked him to stay. “Rebekah?” Harry asked beside me. I looked over at him, worry written all over his face. He sat up and wiped my tears away with his thumbs, then pulled me into a hug. “You were yelling and crying in your sleep. What happened?” He said, smoothing out my hair, and rocking back and forth, trying to calm me down.

“I-I… My dad, he was calling out for me to save him.”

“Rebekah, your dad is gone, it was just a dream.”

“I should have told him to stay. I shouldn’t have let him go. Maybe he’d be here right now if-”

“No.” Harry cut me off. “Don’t start with the what if’s, there’s nothing you could have done. Please don’t ever blame yourself for what happened to your dad. It wasn’t your fault, and it never will be. You can’t think about what you could have said or done, you have to think about what you did say and do. I know I only knew him for a day, but I could tell that he loved you. C’mon, lay back down, and go to sleep.” He laid us back down. I was clinging to him, with his arms wrapped around my waist, rubbing my back. He started singing Little Things softly, eventually lulling me back to sleep. I had two more dreams about my dad that night. They were mostly the same, only one was louder, and the other was bloodier, and in both, I still couldn’t move. But they ended when Harry woke me up and then sang me to sleep again. My mom came in once, wondering what was going on, and Harry answered for me, saying that I had had a bad dream, and that she could go back to bed. I felt bad that I kept waking him up, but he assured me that it was fine and he didn’t mind. “Why now?” I thought. “Why am I having dreams about my dad now, instead of when it first happened?” I woke up the next morning to light streaming in form my balcony window. I looked up and saw that Harry was still asleep. I carefully got out of the bed, not wanting to wake him up. Just as I was about to get fully out of bed, Harry grabbed, my waist and pulled me back down, bringing me close to his chest. I sighed, and relaxed into his arms. “Don’t go.” He mumbled in his morning voice.

“Haz, we gotta get up.” I said.

“Whoever said that?”

“I did, now, Harry, we need you to get out because we need to talk to Rebekah. After we’re done, we’re all going put-putting.” Dustie said, walking into my room. Harry groaned as I got up from the bed, and so did he. He came over and kissed my forehead, then left. The girls came into my room and shut the door, Sara and Dustie frowning at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You haven’t sang ever since we’ve been here.” Sara said. I frowned. I hadn’t sung since I found out my dad was dead. Why would I? He’s the one that loved my voice, and would ask me to sing to him when he came home. There were too many memories.

“Why haven’t you been singing, Rebekah?” Dustie asked.

“M-My dad, there’s too many memories.”

“Rebekah, we know you’re sad, and hurt, but don’t let that stop you. It’s not what your dad would have wanted.” Sara said.

“Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!” They started to chant. For the first time in a long time, I opened my mouth, and sang.

*Harry’s POV*

I stood outside the door, listening. I hadn’t intended on eavesdropping, but when I heard that they were talking about Rebekah singing, I couldn’t help it. I guess I had never noticed it, but it’s true. She hasn’t sung since she found out about her dad. I know I’ve only heard her once, but she was really good and I could tell she was passionate about it. I was broken away from my thoughts, when I heard her sing. They had gotten her to sing again. I heard the girls cheer, and felt a giant smile creep onto my face. “What’s with all the cheering?” Louis asked, coming up the stairs.

“The girls got Rebekah to sing again.” I said.

“Rebekah sings!?” Louis shouted. I went up to him and covered his mouth with my hand.

“Shut up Lou.” He put his hands up and I took my hand away, and then went back to listening to Rebekah sing.

*Rebekah’s POV*

I was doing it, I was singing again. It felt good, like I was free again. I thought it would hurt, that I would break down and cry; but I didn’t. It’s like I didn’t have a care in the world, like my dad was still here, with me, smiling at me. After I had finished all the girls smiled and brought me into a group hug. “Alright, now get dressed so we can go put-putting.” Lisa said, and then they left. I changed into this: http://www.polyvore.com/put/set?id=74585352 and walked downstairs.

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