Harry's p.o.v
I can hear Gabriella let out a shaky sigh as I pass the door of the room. That being the reason I stop in the middle of the hallway with furrowed eyebrows, and turn on my heels.
"What's wrong?" I peek my head through the door.
"Huh?" She looks up quickly. It's not until I turn the light on that she puts her head back down. Shielding whatever emotion she had away from me.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't have to lie to me." I turn her lights back off and I walk towards her bed.
"but I want to."
"Tell me what's wrong."
"Left."
"Um what?"
"Wrong....right? Opposite of right is left." She explains.
"Still not following?"
"Never mind." She shakes her head with a smile.
"What's wrong?" I try again.
"My life is hard at night time."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know....that it's just- hard for me to sleep. First I got shot, then that thing happens and it's all I think about when I try to go to bed." She sighs.
"Your going to be alright." I wrap my arms around her from behind, laying my chin on her shoulder.
"What makes you so sure?"
"because I know not to let you leave by yourself..and never to hesitate taking a bullet for you next time."
"You'd get shot for me?" She chuckles.
"Well- I'd do it for anyone except with you it'd mean something."
"I doubt you'd take a bullet for anyone." I put emphasis on anyone.
"Well, it depends on the type of person you are."
"What if they're mean?"
"Then no."
"So you don't mean just anyone?"
I shake my head. "Lets try and go to sleep yeah?" I lean back and Gabriella lays beside me.
Even though it might've been nice to sleep in my bed tonight, it doesn't matter. I'm sure I can wait until she's all the way asleep. When she wraps her arms around my sides I knew there was no way I'd want to leave them. So, I just sat in the silence to make sure she was okay as she drifted off to sleep.
Her soft snores, (that I wouldn't be able to hear if I weren't so close) let me know that's she's fully asleep. I look at her hair, it falls on her face but she didn't seem to mind.
"Goodnight anyway." I shrug, as if she could hear me.
Gabriella's p.o.v
I'm sitting on the couch minding my business as Harry talks to Nora in the kitchen. It most likely has nothing to do with me, so I won't make myself apart of it. Not like I care anyway.
I lie, again and again though; because I do care. She's so gorgeous and I'm just.....-I'm just me. It's fine.
I go in the kitchen for something to drink. That's not all of course, but what better excuse? Harry turns to me, sends me a small smile and returns to his conversation.
