Last One Standing
Chapter Forty Seven
*Hannah’s POV*
My eyes shot open and I sat up straight in my bed, heart racing and head pounding. Wiping my hand across my forehead, I realized that I had broken into a cold sweat – probably because all blood that ran through my veins was frozen over from the icy thoughts that filled my mind, the cold floor, the chilled space where his heart should be.
I panicked slightly as I reached for Harry and found nothing. It wasn’t like him to just leave. Reaching over, I turned on the light and found a note sitting under the lamp.
Babe,
I know that you’re supposed to have an early start with Haley this morning, so I went to get a bit of breakfast and some coffee. I also had to stop by the flat to pick up a few things. I’ll see you when I come back. I love you.
~ H x
I turned the lamp off and sat there. It must’ve been just before dawn. My mind was put at ease for a moment but my heart rate continued to beat quickly. I should have been calmed by this thought, but the thought just didn’t click; the pieces weren’t fitting together. My head was back on the pillow, but sleep wouldn’t overcome me. At the same time, no matter how hard I tried, my body wouldn’t move out of bed.
After a few minutes of struggling and begging to go one way or the other, there was a knock on my bedroom door before it creaked open. The room was still pitch black, my eyes still not being adjusted to the lack of light. Only seeing a figure cross the room and stop on the opposite side of my bed, my heart began to pound inside of my chest.
“Harry?” I whispered into the dark, but it seemed to come out as nothing. He didn’t respond, but instead slowly began stripping down until he was stark naked. Now I knew that this was something that he used to do quite often, but he knew how jumpy I was, even now. Crawling back into bed, he pulled my back into his chest and his breath was on my neck, making me squirm against him. The smell of alcohol rushed over my face. What the hell? Wriggling a little bit more, I felt him harden against my back. He moaned into the silent room as I created involuntary friction against his crotch. My heart stopped.
Turning in his arms, I came face to face with eyes that had been impossibly illuminated, but they weren’t the green that I was hoping to see. There, in the dark, were brown eyes attached to a smirking face and a tanned, naked body that I was now pinned against. Instantly I was pushing against his chest, trying my hardest to get away, knowing what would come next if I didn’t.
“Come on babe, you can’t say that you didn’t miss me.” With that, I tried with all of my might to scream as loud as I could, without success. It came out as nothing, like my throat was too dry to process sound. Lying there, helpless and sobbing, I felt the entrapment, the pain, the torture happen all over again.
*Harry’s POV*
The elevator stopped on Hannah’s floor and I checked my watch as some computers told the doors to actually open. It was almost seven thirty already and I knew that Haley wanted to pick up Hannah at ten. Walking through the doors, I was greeted by the most horrifying sound I had ever heard in my life. Without hesitation, our coffee was spilled completely over the floor of the hall along with our breakfast and I was in a dead sprint down the hallway.
Bursting through the door to Hannah’s flat, her scream suddenly came to a stop and I could hear her sobbing. Her door was still shut tight and I desperately tried to remember if I had shut it tight or left it ajar. It was the thought of a split second, because in the next second I was yanking on the door knob to her room. It wasn’t locked and came open instantly, but I found an empty room, filled only with the heavy sobs of the love of my life and her writhing on the bed. Her eyes looked as if they were open, but nothing else about her looked okay. Hannah’s wrists were pinned above her head, but there was nothing holding them there except for thin air, and her legs were abnormally spread, but there was nothing between them except for her scantly panties.
After assessing the situation, I consciously sped to her side of the bed. I tried to meet her eyes, but found that they were helplessly flickering back and forth. Fuck. I’d read about this but I had no idea that it was real. Hannah was having a night terror – horrid hallucinations made of the worst thoughts from the deepest parts of your mind. I desperately attempted to remember what I had read about them. What was I supposed to do? Then I remembered. FUCK! There wasn’t anything that I could do, except to wait it out.
I didn’t register that I was crying until my back slid down the closed bathroom door by her full length mirror. I was in her room so that she wouldn’t have to be alone, but I had read that there was literally nothing that I could do, and people suffering from night terrors usually had more strength than they had when they were awake, that they were trapped between their mind and reality and everything that they consciously saw was mutated and transformed into something horrific in their minds. I wanted to be Harry in her mind, not something that was deliberately hurting her.
The more that I observed her, the more I cried. Everything about the position that she was in spelled out what she thought was happening to her, and there was no way that I could stop it. The way that her wrists were pinned, Marcus had done that to her – she had found strength to confide that in me. In reality, Hannah was lying there on what had basically become our bed, but inside of her head, Marcus was back, and he was forcing himself inside of her. I wasn’t there to stop it then and I had no way of stopping it now. All that I could do was sit there, leaning against the door, and watching her be raped by the thoughts inside her head.
~
It had to have been an hour later and I was sitting at the kitchen table with some hot tea in the mug between my hands. I couldn’t sit there and watch it any longer, so I had come out here to cry. About twenty minutes after I had left the room, the crying stopped and there were just heavy breaths coming from behind the door. With every care in the world, I got up from my seat at the island and slowly scampered over to her door, avoiding all of the floor boards that I knew where creaky. My knuckles wrapped on the door softly and I heard whimpers from the other side.
“Harry?” She sobbed slightly and then took a deep breath, like she was trying to gain confidence.
“Hannah, its Harry Baby. I’m right here. Don’t worry, I’m right here.”
“Can you come in?”
“Hannah, I don’t want to frighten you, so I want you to come and answer the door. Can you do that… for me?” The next thing that she said caught me quite off guard. I barely caught it between her sobs.
“Did he lock it?” Without receiving a response, I heard her bare feet pad across the floor before the door opened slowly but surely. Motionless, I stood there, looking down at her with a sure sadness in my eyes. Bravely, Hannah took my hand and led me over to sit on her bed with her. She pulled her knees to her chest and hid her face. “You said that you’d be here to protect me Harry.”
“I know Baby, I just went to get coff…”
“Yeah… but in the time that it… took you to leave… and come back, he was here and… and he did it again,” she said between sobs.
“Hannah, that’s just the thing though… he didn’t.” Her eyes shot up to glare at me.
“I watched him crawl out the window…”
“Hannah, I got home an hour ago, and our coffee is still spilled all over the hallway floor from where I came running towards the apartment.” Her eyes were full of unanswered questions. “I heard you screaming, and when I came in here, you were sobbing, but there was no one else here. I turned the light on and… and I know what you thought was happening, but it wasn’t. Hannah, I think you were having a night terror.” She blinked a few times. “It may have seemed real, but it wasn’t. I’ll never let him touch you; not in reality anyways, but what goes on in your head is out of my control.” I pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. She let me actually seemed to snuggle in.
“So… it wasn’t real?”
“No Babe.” She puffed out a breath of air that seemed like it had been held in for five minutes. Relaxing into my side, Hannah lied the two of us back on the sheets and got as close to me as I thought possible. I held her in my arms as I felt her breathing return to normal.
*Hannah’s POV*
The next time that I woke up was much more peaceful than the last. It was still dark outside and my cheek was against bare skin. I could see the butterfly under his pecks. Absent mindedly, my fingers began tracing over the outline and I listened as his heartbeat increased slightly. I smiled at my effect even when he was still asleep. When he began to rustle, I stopped, not wanting him to wake up and go somewhere. I rested my hand over the tattoo and tried to keep my breathing even. Tingles went down my spine along with Harry’s fingertips through his t shirt. Suddenly, my phone went off and I jumped at the sound. Harry chuckled slightly and I knew that I was caught.
“Babe, that’s your alarm.” Crap. I’d totally forgotten that Haley, Emma and I were going shopping today. I let out a frustrated groan and trudged to the bathroom as Harry laughed at me from behind. I didn’t dare close my eyes in the shower. Last night was border line psychotic and I didn’t care for a repeat.
About half way through my shower I hear the door creak open, I jumped slightly before I made out the mop of curls. This sight let me relax. “What do you think you’re doing in here?” I teased. Harry looked at me through the clear part of the curtain and shrugged his shoulders before calmly sitting down on the floor, playing with his phone. “Hey babe, you should go pick out my outfit.” He raised his eye brows a little.
“Are you sure that you want me to?” he pointed to himself and gave me a skeptical smirk and I nodded my head vigorously. Once I was done in the shower, I walked out with my towel wrapped tightly around my body. Harry had a simple orange sweater laid out on the bed with some blue skinny jeans and grey combat boots. He sat in my egg chair and looked at me, obviously proud of his work. I smiled at him but quickly forced it to fade as I pointed towards the door. He furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. “Are you nervous of me seeing you naked?” The question caught me a little off guard as I felt a rough blush rise to my cheeks.
“Why would you ask that?” My eyes fell to the floor and I began walking over to my dresser. Before I knew what was happening, he caught me by the wrist and spun me around. Our foreheads were pressed together and I felt his breath over my face and I truly began to panic – I wasn’t used to this type of closeness.
“Are you afraid of me?” I began picking out the subtle details. His breath smelled like mint, not alcohol, and when I looked into his eyes… well when I looked into his eyes, it was over. His beautiful green orbs were switching their focus from my eyes to my lips before he let them brush in only the lightest way to make me wonder if they were really even there or not. I needed to know that they were really there. Carefully, I allowed my fingertips to roam up Harry’s chest and trace a line up his neck. He shivered slightly at the contact and I continued my hand up to hook in the curls at the nape of his neck, drawing him even closer to me.
“No.” It came out as a whisper just before our lips met. His lips were soft, gentle, and just the way that I remembered them. Harry was so careful. At first, he seemed to be unresponsive. I gripped the nape of his neck tighter and pressed our lips together with a little more force. This is how I remembered it – remembered him. Releasing his neck, I grabbed both of his wrists and moved them towards my sides. He hesitated at first, but took a soft grip once his palms were there. My hands retreated to his chest as he let me make the move to deepen the kiss. We continued this way until his tongue brushed my bottom lip. Thinking it over for a moment, I accepted him gladly and he began to gently explore, just like I remember him doing before.
When we finally pulled away, both of us gasping for air, I looked up into the magnificent green of his eyes. They were shining like we were in the sun, even though it was still dark outside. Without hesitation, Harry pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my hair.
“Are you afraid?” he whispered into the room.
“No, are you?” I leaned my head back to connect our eyes whilst still fully in his embrace.
“First I was afraid of loving you, now… I’m just afraid of losing you.” His eyes left mine to look towards the floor and they were unmistakably filled with sorrow. Grabbing his chin, I pulled his face to look towards me once again.
“You never will.” I kissed him again. After I was dressed, I allowed him to pull me into a long, sweet kiss, but it was shorted this time by a knock on the door. It was Haley, ready to pick me up to go shopping. Letting her and Emma into the apartment, I let my mind wander as they began to banter with Harry. That was the first time that our lips had touched since it happened. A mere few hours ago, I was locked inside my mind, thoughts torturing me. Somehow, that pushed me closer to Harry.
“Hannah… Hannah!” I zoned back in to Haley yelling at me.
“Oh, sorry, what?”
“Are you ready to go?” Emma looked to be getting a little impatient, but let all unhappy emotions leave her face when her eyes met mine.
“Yeah, but are you really sure that you want me to do this.” Harry pulled me in to him and nuzzled his face in my neck.
“Of course, Love. You’re much too beautiful to go to waste,” he said loud enough for the girls to hear. Pulling away from him and letting him peck me on the lips, I turned to walk out behind Haley and Emma. “Pick out something pretty for me.” I turned around and he winked at me. When I looked away he cheekily pinched my bum before I closed the door once I had cleared the threshold.
My eyes shot open and I sat up straight in my bed, heart racing and head pounding. Wiping my hand across my forehead, I realized that I had broken into a cold sweat – probably because all blood that ran through my veins was frozen over from the icy thoughts that filled my mind, the cold floor, the chilled space where his heart should be.
I panicked slightly as I reached for Harry and found nothing. It wasn’t like him to just leave. Reaching over, I turned on the light and found a note sitting under the lamp.
Babe,
I know that you’re supposed to have an early start with Haley this morning, so I went to get a bit of breakfast and some coffee. I also had to stop by the flat to pick up a few things. I’ll see you when I come back. I love you.
~ H x
I turned the lamp off and sat there. It must’ve been just before dawn. My mind was put at ease for a moment but my heart rate continued to beat quickly. I should have been calmed by this thought, but the thought just didn’t click; the pieces weren’t fitting together. My head was back on the pillow, but sleep wouldn’t overcome me. At the same time, no matter how hard I tried, my body wouldn’t move out of bed.
After a few minutes of struggling and begging to go one way or the other, there was a knock on my bedroom door before it creaked open. The room was still pitch black, my eyes still not being adjusted to the lack of light. Only seeing a figure cross the room and stop on the opposite side of my bed, my heart began to pound inside of my chest.
“Harry?” I whispered into the dark, but it seemed to come out as nothing. He didn’t respond, but instead slowly began stripping down until he was stark naked. Now I knew that this was something that he used to do quite often, but he knew how jumpy I was, even now. Crawling back into bed, he pulled my back into his chest and his breath was on my neck, making me squirm against him. The smell of alcohol rushed over my face. What the hell? Wriggling a little bit more, I felt him harden against my back. He moaned into the silent room as I created involuntary friction against his crotch. My heart stopped.
Turning in his arms, I came face to face with eyes that had been impossibly illuminated, but they weren’t the green that I was hoping to see. There, in the dark, were brown eyes attached to a smirking face and a tanned, naked body that I was now pinned against. Instantly I was pushing against his chest, trying my hardest to get away, knowing what would come next if I didn’t.
“Come on babe, you can’t say that you didn’t miss me.” With that, I tried with all of my might to scream as loud as I could, without success. It came out as nothing, like my throat was too dry to process sound. Lying there, helpless and sobbing, I felt the entrapment, the pain, the torture happen all over again.
*Harry’s POV*
The elevator stopped on Hannah’s floor and I checked my watch as some computers told the doors to actually open. It was almost seven thirty already and I knew that Haley wanted to pick up Hannah at ten. Walking through the doors, I was greeted by the most horrifying sound I had ever heard in my life. Without hesitation, our coffee was spilled completely over the floor of the hall along with our breakfast and I was in a dead sprint down the hallway.
Bursting through the door to Hannah’s flat, her scream suddenly came to a stop and I could hear her sobbing. Her door was still shut tight and I desperately tried to remember if I had shut it tight or left it ajar. It was the thought of a split second, because in the next second I was yanking on the door knob to her room. It wasn’t locked and came open instantly, but I found an empty room, filled only with the heavy sobs of the love of my life and her writhing on the bed. Her eyes looked as if they were open, but nothing else about her looked okay. Hannah’s wrists were pinned above her head, but there was nothing holding them there except for thin air, and her legs were abnormally spread, but there was nothing between them except for her scantly panties.
After assessing the situation, I consciously sped to her side of the bed. I tried to meet her eyes, but found that they were helplessly flickering back and forth. Fuck. I’d read about this but I had no idea that it was real. Hannah was having a night terror – horrid hallucinations made of the worst thoughts from the deepest parts of your mind. I desperately attempted to remember what I had read about them. What was I supposed to do? Then I remembered. FUCK! There wasn’t anything that I could do, except to wait it out.
I didn’t register that I was crying until my back slid down the closed bathroom door by her full length mirror. I was in her room so that she wouldn’t have to be alone, but I had read that there was literally nothing that I could do, and people suffering from night terrors usually had more strength than they had when they were awake, that they were trapped between their mind and reality and everything that they consciously saw was mutated and transformed into something horrific in their minds. I wanted to be Harry in her mind, not something that was deliberately hurting her.
The more that I observed her, the more I cried. Everything about the position that she was in spelled out what she thought was happening to her, and there was no way that I could stop it. The way that her wrists were pinned, Marcus had done that to her – she had found strength to confide that in me. In reality, Hannah was lying there on what had basically become our bed, but inside of her head, Marcus was back, and he was forcing himself inside of her. I wasn’t there to stop it then and I had no way of stopping it now. All that I could do was sit there, leaning against the door, and watching her be raped by the thoughts inside her head.
~
It had to have been an hour later and I was sitting at the kitchen table with some hot tea in the mug between my hands. I couldn’t sit there and watch it any longer, so I had come out here to cry. About twenty minutes after I had left the room, the crying stopped and there were just heavy breaths coming from behind the door. With every care in the world, I got up from my seat at the island and slowly scampered over to her door, avoiding all of the floor boards that I knew where creaky. My knuckles wrapped on the door softly and I heard whimpers from the other side.
“Harry?” She sobbed slightly and then took a deep breath, like she was trying to gain confidence.
“Hannah, its Harry Baby. I’m right here. Don’t worry, I’m right here.”
“Can you come in?”
“Hannah, I don’t want to frighten you, so I want you to come and answer the door. Can you do that… for me?” The next thing that she said caught me quite off guard. I barely caught it between her sobs.
“Did he lock it?” Without receiving a response, I heard her bare feet pad across the floor before the door opened slowly but surely. Motionless, I stood there, looking down at her with a sure sadness in my eyes. Bravely, Hannah took my hand and led me over to sit on her bed with her. She pulled her knees to her chest and hid her face. “You said that you’d be here to protect me Harry.”
“I know Baby, I just went to get coff…”
“Yeah… but in the time that it… took you to leave… and come back, he was here and… and he did it again,” she said between sobs.
“Hannah, that’s just the thing though… he didn’t.” Her eyes shot up to glare at me.
“I watched him crawl out the window…”
“Hannah, I got home an hour ago, and our coffee is still spilled all over the hallway floor from where I came running towards the apartment.” Her eyes were full of unanswered questions. “I heard you screaming, and when I came in here, you were sobbing, but there was no one else here. I turned the light on and… and I know what you thought was happening, but it wasn’t. Hannah, I think you were having a night terror.” She blinked a few times. “It may have seemed real, but it wasn’t. I’ll never let him touch you; not in reality anyways, but what goes on in your head is out of my control.” I pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. She let me actually seemed to snuggle in.
“So… it wasn’t real?”
“No Babe.” She puffed out a breath of air that seemed like it had been held in for five minutes. Relaxing into my side, Hannah lied the two of us back on the sheets and got as close to me as I thought possible. I held her in my arms as I felt her breathing return to normal.
*Hannah’s POV*
The next time that I woke up was much more peaceful than the last. It was still dark outside and my cheek was against bare skin. I could see the butterfly under his pecks. Absent mindedly, my fingers began tracing over the outline and I listened as his heartbeat increased slightly. I smiled at my effect even when he was still asleep. When he began to rustle, I stopped, not wanting him to wake up and go somewhere. I rested my hand over the tattoo and tried to keep my breathing even. Tingles went down my spine along with Harry’s fingertips through his t shirt. Suddenly, my phone went off and I jumped at the sound. Harry chuckled slightly and I knew that I was caught.
“Babe, that’s your alarm.” Crap. I’d totally forgotten that Haley, Emma and I were going shopping today. I let out a frustrated groan and trudged to the bathroom as Harry laughed at me from behind. I didn’t dare close my eyes in the shower. Last night was border line psychotic and I didn’t care for a repeat.
About half way through my shower I hear the door creak open, I jumped slightly before I made out the mop of curls. This sight let me relax. “What do you think you’re doing in here?” I teased. Harry looked at me through the clear part of the curtain and shrugged his shoulders before calmly sitting down on the floor, playing with his phone. “Hey babe, you should go pick out my outfit.” He raised his eye brows a little.
“Are you sure that you want me to?” he pointed to himself and gave me a skeptical smirk and I nodded my head vigorously. Once I was done in the shower, I walked out with my towel wrapped tightly around my body. Harry had a simple orange sweater laid out on the bed with some blue skinny jeans and grey combat boots. He sat in my egg chair and looked at me, obviously proud of his work. I smiled at him but quickly forced it to fade as I pointed towards the door. He furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. “Are you nervous of me seeing you naked?” The question caught me a little off guard as I felt a rough blush rise to my cheeks.
“Why would you ask that?” My eyes fell to the floor and I began walking over to my dresser. Before I knew what was happening, he caught me by the wrist and spun me around. Our foreheads were pressed together and I felt his breath over my face and I truly began to panic – I wasn’t used to this type of closeness.
“Are you afraid of me?” I began picking out the subtle details. His breath smelled like mint, not alcohol, and when I looked into his eyes… well when I looked into his eyes, it was over. His beautiful green orbs were switching their focus from my eyes to my lips before he let them brush in only the lightest way to make me wonder if they were really even there or not. I needed to know that they were really there. Carefully, I allowed my fingertips to roam up Harry’s chest and trace a line up his neck. He shivered slightly at the contact and I continued my hand up to hook in the curls at the nape of his neck, drawing him even closer to me.
“No.” It came out as a whisper just before our lips met. His lips were soft, gentle, and just the way that I remembered them. Harry was so careful. At first, he seemed to be unresponsive. I gripped the nape of his neck tighter and pressed our lips together with a little more force. This is how I remembered it – remembered him. Releasing his neck, I grabbed both of his wrists and moved them towards my sides. He hesitated at first, but took a soft grip once his palms were there. My hands retreated to his chest as he let me make the move to deepen the kiss. We continued this way until his tongue brushed my bottom lip. Thinking it over for a moment, I accepted him gladly and he began to gently explore, just like I remember him doing before.
When we finally pulled away, both of us gasping for air, I looked up into the magnificent green of his eyes. They were shining like we were in the sun, even though it was still dark outside. Without hesitation, Harry pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my hair.
“Are you afraid?” he whispered into the room.
“No, are you?” I leaned my head back to connect our eyes whilst still fully in his embrace.
“First I was afraid of loving you, now… I’m just afraid of losing you.” His eyes left mine to look towards the floor and they were unmistakably filled with sorrow. Grabbing his chin, I pulled his face to look towards me once again.
“You never will.” I kissed him again. After I was dressed, I allowed him to pull me into a long, sweet kiss, but it was shorted this time by a knock on the door. It was Haley, ready to pick me up to go shopping. Letting her and Emma into the apartment, I let my mind wander as they began to banter with Harry. That was the first time that our lips had touched since it happened. A mere few hours ago, I was locked inside my mind, thoughts torturing me. Somehow, that pushed me closer to Harry.
“Hannah… Hannah!” I zoned back in to Haley yelling at me.
“Oh, sorry, what?”
“Are you ready to go?” Emma looked to be getting a little impatient, but let all unhappy emotions leave her face when her eyes met mine.
“Yeah, but are you really sure that you want me to do this.” Harry pulled me in to him and nuzzled his face in my neck.
“Of course, Love. You’re much too beautiful to go to waste,” he said loud enough for the girls to hear. Pulling away from him and letting him peck me on the lips, I turned to walk out behind Haley and Emma. “Pick out something pretty for me.” I turned around and he winked at me. When I looked away he cheekily pinched my bum before I closed the door once I had cleared the threshold.
Notes
Hannah's lips touch Harry's and their words touch our hearts - I'm a sap sometimes, deal with it... So I've already started on the next chapter but I may or may not be leaving tonight for Cleveland until Sunday, so I don't know when I'll be able to post next. Also, I've started a blog - a few actually - and each has a different topic. These are all of my accounts:Tumblr ~
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10/20/16