Dont let me go - harry styles fanfic

Chapter 3

I woke up screaming and drenched in sweat.

It felt so real.

Gemma ran into the room within 5 seconds " What happened ?! Are you okay??"

"I-I'm fine... Just a nightmare that's all" my voice cracked from screaming so loud.

Harry strolled in a few minutes after, looking like he has been sleeping for days , his curls were all a mess and he was only in boxers , I quickly looked away before he noticed I was staring.

"What the hell is going on" his voice slow and deep.

"Sorry.. I didn't mean to wake you , it was just a dream "

He looked at me for a couple seconds examining me . "Well try and get some sleep , hope you don't get anymore nightmares."

He seemed sincere but I wasnt sure if he was just saying that so he wouldn't get woken up again.

As he walked out of the room Gemma gave him a stare.

"I'm sorry , he thinks you're someone you aren't ."

Who could he possibly think I am?

I'm just a beat up girl his sister picked up off the street.

Actually that sounds really bad, he probably thinks I'm here to hurt them.

"It's okay.. I think ill go back to sleep now, thanks gemma" I replied

"You're welcome" she said with a smile then left the room.

I closed my eyes and faded off to sleep.

For some strange reason I had a dream about Harry, I don't remember what , but I just remember his presence.

I got out of bed and went in the bathroom, I looked at my face ; which was still a little bit purple.

I decided I needed to call my mom and tell her I was going to be home soon , but with my luck my phone was dead.

I walked down stairs to see if anyone was awake .

The flat was quiet and the floors were cold.

I went into the kitchen and checked the time.

7:30.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and figured it was Gemma, I walked over to the stairs too check it out.

It was harry, he looked a lot more cleaned up.

"Oh sorry , I thought you were Gemma.." I said

"It's fine, sorry about yesterday "

He looked sincere and he didn't look as mad as he was last night.

"It's okay , I shouldn't be intruding gemma's flat "

He looked at me for a few seconds then came a little closer.

"I'm sorry for not introducing myself properly , I'm Harry styles" he said

"Avery Taylor " I replied.

We stood there for a few minutes in silence. It got really awkward then harry finally said something

"Erm..Would you like any breakfast" he asked awkwardly.

"No thank you ... But can I borrow your phone for a minute, I need to call my mom"

At first he seemed a little unsure but gave in.

"Yeah , sure"

When he handed me his phone I noticed how huge his hands were, I kinda liked it.

I dialed my moms phone and it rang for a minute , she didn't pick up .

Maybe she was still sleeping .

I guess ill call her back later.

I handed harry back his phone and sat down on the couch .

Gemma came back down 30 minutes later and said hello.

"I can't bring you home right now I'm so sorry! But Harry said he would give you a ride"she said

"Oh that's fine, thank you so much!"

I gave her a hug and said goodbye .

I was really lucky to meet her , she was sweet and took care of me.

I followed harry to the door , and went into his car.

"So where do you live?" He asked with a smile on his face.

I got a little uneasy , his smile could light up a whole room, just like Ethan's..

"Um.. Ill show you the way"

Before we drove off I decided I'd try and call my mom again.

Once again she didn't answer.. By now she would have.

"Any luck .." Harry asked

"No... Something's not right "

I started to get nervous, what if something happened to my mom.

As we pulled up I was a little unsure.

"Uh .. Harry can you come with me, something doesn't feel right , please .." I asked nervously.

He looked a little worried too.

"Sure" he agreed.

I walked up to my door and looked for my keys, they weren't in my purse so I must have dropped it earlier.

I grabbed the spare key under the mat and unlocked the door.

As we walked in it was really quiet, I looked around and called for my mom.

"Mom!?" I called again.

"Maybe she's at work" Harry suggested.

"She doesn't work on weekends"

I looked over at Harry who looked like he just saw something.

"What is it?" I asked

He pointed over to an object and I went over to look.

It was a letter.