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It Takes Patience

Chapter 51: Dream Stage

*Reagan’s POV*

When I woke up, I pulled the covers over my bare chest to guard it from the cool morning air. I was still half asleep when I sat up in bed and noticed that Harry wasn’t next to me. Paranoia struck and for a second, it made me think that it was all part of a dream. A dream that I was fired, a dream that he told me he loved me, and a dream that for the first time in my life and in our...relationship, we made love. Last night wasn’t fucking, or about getting one off for our own selfish needs, it was actual love making and I was definitely shaken by it. I had been making love to Harry ever since I knew how I felt for him, but this was different because Harry was now making love to me too. It was beyond anything physical that I have ever experienced and it was so much more than a physical act. The way he touched me, and the way that we were so responsive to each other. There was so much emotion involved. If it was a dream, then it was a beautifully twisted nightmare.

The alarm went off on my cell phone bringing me out of my daze and back to reality. As I stood out of bed wrapping myself in my bed sheet to disarm the piercing racket, a shirtless, messy haired, boxer clad, barefooted Harry walked into the room and got to the dresser before me. When he turned off the alarm, he furrowed his eyebrows but put the phone down as soon as it was off. H.’s expression softened when we made eye contact, but I still was wary of the face that he had just made.

“You’re up. Why didn’t you turn your stupid alarm off? You could have slept longer.” I made my way over the dresser just to give H. a quick kiss on the lips, but his arms wrapped around my back and he held me there to him.

“It’s okay. I was up before the alarm anyway. Why weren’t you in bed?”

“There’s just this t.v. show that I watch that was on.” He’s lying.

“What t.v. show?” I stepped away from him and folded my arms still holding up the bed sheet. Why is he lying?

“Just this show. You wouldn’t know it. You’re not British.” He was starting to get flustered and when I looked at his eyes there were prominent dark circles around them. He hasn’t been to sleep.

“Harry were you up last night?”

“No.” Lie number two.

“Then why were you out in the living room and not in here with me?” Harry turned on his heal and left out of the room. I instinctively followed him.

“So I didn’t wake you up with the television.” Lie number three, and he’s starting to get agitated. I can hear it in his voice.

“Harry if you-”

“REAGAN! Can you fucking drop it please?! I was out here watching television! Why am I getting interrogated about it?!...Jesus Christ!”

Harry ran a hand through his hair then followed me as I left the living room and went to the bathroom. I dropped my bed sheet before I went in and closed the door behind me quick enough before Harry could get to me. He has no reason to lie to me, but now I’m getting cursed at and yelled at for wanting to know the truth. Harry hasn’t seen angry yet, but if he keeps this up he will.

“Reagan?” Harry knocked on the door but instead of answering I turned on the shower water and got in.

“Reagan I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you I didn’t mean it. I didn’t bring my medicine here.” Ignored.

“Reagan, seriously? We’re locking doors now?”

“Leave me alone Harry!”

“Damn it I said I’m sorry! Don’t be so sensitive. If you’re always sensitive me and you won’t work.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re too sensitive all the time and you take everything I say when I get angry or annoyed too seriously.” I hop out of the shower with soap still in my hair and yank my towel off of the sink. Harry always tries to blame his wrong doing on his disorder and it’s pissing me off. When I yank the door open, Harry is sitting down against the wall next to it with his legs crossed and his fingers interlaced on his thighs. When he looks up at me he is half amused and half some other unreadable emotion that I can’t bother myself to decipher right now. The smirk on his face only adds fuel to my blazing fire.

“It has NOTHING to do with me being sensitive! And don’t throw that ‘if you’re always sensitive me and you won’t work’ bullshit in my face ever again! It has to do with you lying to me as if I’m some idiot who just met you yesterday Harry!” Harry rubbed his hand over his face and pinched his bottom lip furrowing his eyebrows. He stared at the wall in front of him as I continued.

“I’ve told you time and time again that I can tell when you’re lying and yet you continue to try me Harry! I asked you a simple question and you can’t even tell me the truth! How many more times do we have to have this discussion?! If you can’t tell me the truth and stop treating me like I’m the enemy then you’re right, me and you won’t work!” So much for basking in the glow I had from last night’s love making. This is becoming a routine thing for us and I don’t want it to be: shouting, tears, apologies, cuddle, kiss, sex, repeat with some talking in between.

Harry stands up and looks at me with his beautiful green eyes sparkling and they’re almost enough to make me weak and apologize for something I didn’t do. I stand my ground and cross my arms partially to add effect to what I just said and partially to keep my towel from falling.

“I’m sorry glasses.” Harry pouts and drops his head down glancing up at me every once and a while to see if his cute demeanor will change my mind.

“I’m not joking Harry!” I turn to go finish my shower and wash the soap out of my hair when I feel his hand grab my wrist, gently but firmly.

“I wasn’t in bed because I couldn’t sleep last night. I had another dream...” I turn to look at Harry and he looks me in the eyes briefly before letting my wrist go and fidgeting with his fingers under my gaze.

“Why didn’t you just say that? You know you can tell me about that H.”

“Because it wasn’t that dream, well it started off as that dream but it wasn’t the same.”

“Regardless to what it is baby, you can tell me.” Harry’s facial expression went from tense to an eyebrow being raised with a slight grin on his face.

“Baby eh?”

“...Yes...” Harry smirked and nodded his head slightly before I grabbed his hand and brought him into the bathroom with me. I put down the lid of the toilet and motioned for him to sit while I grabbed a towel out of the closet to wrap my hair in for now.

“What happened?”

“It’s started off this way before...You were in it in bed with me at my mums house and you ask me to tell you a secret but then you disappear. The house set up changes and I end up back at my old house in Cheshire where I...you know...Usually, I can hear you call me down the hall where he’s lying in his blood but you didn’t call me this time so I went to look for you...”

Harry stopped and I feel so sorry for him. The fact that he keeps having this particular dream, reliving those horrible events hurts me. He’s never told me I’ve been in these dreams before.

“When I got down the hall he wasn’t there. I was. I was in his place. It freaked me out so after I woke up I just made myself stay awake. I usually find stuff to watch on television to help me stay awake. That’s why I wasn’t in bed with you this morning. Sorry.”

When Harry tells me that he took the place of his dead step father, I feel my skin go clammy and I instantly cringe. I don’t want to envision it anymore and I can understand to an extent why H. stayed awake. I sit down on Harry’s lap and wrap an arm around his shoulder rubbing his back lightly.

“It’s okay Harry, but the next time you have a dream like that, I want you to wake me up and tell me. If you share it with me then it might make it easier for you. It’s so unhealthy for you to lose so much sleep like this.” Harry wraps an arm around my back and rests the other on my thigh that’s still damp from the shower.

“It’s not the first time I’ve had that dream...” He looked up at me then then down at my towel and began to pull at a stray thread he found there.

“When was the first time?”

“Yesterday, at my house after you told me you got fired. When we went to sleep, it started off the same way...I just never got down the hall. You woke me up before I did, but the dream was the same. You disappeared and I couldn’t hear you anymore.” It hits me what this particular version of the dream is about. Harry is having nightmares because he doesn’t want me to leave. I can feel tears prick at the back of my eyes, but they are interrupted when Harry continued to pull at the string on my towel. Instead of it unraveling, it loosened the wrap causing my towel to slip. I grabbed it before I was revealed to him, but I know where his focus is now.

“Harry make sure you tell me next time. Please don’t keep these things from me. It’s important.” H. was biting his bottom lip while staring at my chest where I held the towel in place and I could feel my core twitch. I love it when he bites his lip...or my lip. My body has begun to respond the slightest things that Harry did and the majority of the time I can’t control it.

“Harry did you hear what I said.” He glances up at me and grins before pulling at the string again harder this time. I tightened my grip on the towel.

“Yes. I heard you.” Harry let the string go and then began to slide his hand up my thigh.

“No Harry!” I swatted his hand away. “You still lied to me and you have to be punished for that some type of way.” Harry moved me up his lap so that I could feel how hard he was against my backside.

“Can you punish me a different way?” His voice is huskier and I feel his breathe fan over my ear. I want to give in to him, so bad.

“No, H.” I stand out of his grasp, breaking the spell I’m sure to fall under if I stay in his arms. He lets out a frustrated grunt and runs his hands through his hair.

“Reagannnn!” He’s whining and frustrated and I’m finally in control for once.

“No Harry! Now let me finish my shower.”

“I could shower with you.”

“No.”

“I’ll make it like last night.” My legs threaten to give out under me and now Harry has me backed into the wall. I grasp it to keep my balance. Last night was...Nothing can explain last night.

“No?...No Harry! Get out and try to get some sleep before your session later. I’ll be here if you need me to be but you should at least try to sleep a little.”

“I’m not going to be able to sleep now look at what you did.” He grabbed my hand and put it over the prominent bulge in his boxers.

“Harry, please just try? Try to get some sleep for me.” Harry chuckled at my uncertainty in my voice to his advances before he left out of the bathroom and went into the bedroom.

I was able to finish my shower in peace and when I came out of the bathroom, he was sound asleep on his side snoring lightly. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed some leggings and a T-Shirt to throw on seeing as I have nothing to really do or nowhere to really go anymore. I shake the depressing thought out of my head and when my phone loudly vibrates against the hard wood of my dresser, I grab it quickly and leave the room so I don’t disturb Harry.

“Reagan?! Is that my only baby girl? So your phone does work.”

“Mom!” I haven’t talked to her in a while and it’s not until I hear her voice that I realize how much I miss her. Her and my dad have called, but I would either text back letting them know I was okay, or not really pay it any mind. I was upset that she and my dad couldn’t make it plus, I was and still am so wrapped up in Harry. I feel like a horrible daughter for it, but we will be able to talk plenty next week when I’m home.

“Mom I’m sorry that I haven’t kept in touch with you like I should have.”

“Yeah, me and your dad only had to hear from Channel that you’re alive and well, but hey as long as we hear it from somebody right?”

“No. I’m sorry, please don’t make me feel bad. How’s dad?”

“Just you know, doing his usual running the law firm and running me up a wall. I miss you baby. Three more weeks I’ve marked it on my calendar so it’s more official.”

“Well it might be sooner. I mean my work might be finished earlier than expected and they say I can be home as early as next week. I got a job offer too for San Francisco, but I don’t think I can take it.”

“Reagan! That’s a little bit amazing! Why would you not take that job baby?” I don’t want to tell my mom about everything, but I do want her to know that I may have found someone. Maybe she could help me out in some way and find a way for me to stay longer. It’s a long shot, but it’s worth trying.

“It’s a big move. And even though I miss you and dad so much, I’m not exactly ready to come home yet.”

“Why what’s going on over there that’s more important than saving me from your father and getting a job in your field that I know would probably put your foot in the door?”

“There’s this boy-” I’m cut off before I can even finish.

“Reagan no! You will not give up your future for a boy you met two and a half months ago. I won’t allow it!”

“Mom, I love him! You know I’m serious about my future, but when I think about my future now I don’t see him not being in it. You know how I am about guys. I’ve never felt this way before in my life.”

“Reagan I’m sorry but I don’t think you’ve fallen in love with this...What is his name?”

“Harry.”

“I don’t think you’ve fallen in love with this Harry over a two and a half month period.”

“But I have! I have and I was skeptical about it too at first, but it’s real. This is real. Mom, please listen to me. I need to be able to stay just a little longer until we can figure things out.” I could feel my frustration build. I haven’t had a real phone conversation with my mom in months and the day I pick up the phone she’s challenging my feelings. I would understand her doubt if I was one of those girls who had a new boyfriend and a new love every week but I’m not and I never have been.

“Reagan what’s going on this isn’t like you.”

“All the more reason for you to believe me!” I shout a little too loud and I can hear Harry stir in the bed. I don’t want to upset him anymore than he already is by the situation so I lower my voice an octave just above a whisper.

“Mom I’m begging you. If you and dad can help me in any way I’ll be forever grateful. All I’m asking is for a way to stay until the end of August so we can get a grasp on things and how this is going to work out. Dad travels a lot for work so he may know something. My visa is up once my work is, please mom.” I can hear my mom sigh exasperatedly through the phone.

“I won’t promise you anything Reagan, but I’ll talk to your dad and see what can maybe be done to buy you a few more weeks.” I can feel my heart speed faster in my chest. I’ll take any glimmer of hope that I can get right now. I thank my mom again before hanging up the phone and going into my room to lie down next to Harry.


Notes

Hey guys and a personal Hello and Welcome to my new subscribers! Sorry for the late update. I got a little busy today, but that can't stop me from giving you a new chapter :). What do you think? Make sure to leave me some comments down below on what your thoughts are on the chapter (I LOVE LOVE LOVE reading your comments and replying!) and make sure you subscribe and vote if you're liking what you're reading so far! Love You All For Reading!!! Xx :D

Comments

I have read this story loads of times just wish you had finished it it is absolutely amazing. So so good

@Elizabeth1Dfan
I'm sorry I just saw this comment! I'm definitely going to update the 3rd part of the story! I'm so sorry that I'm taking a while. Its just because I'm at school but I PROMISE I will finish it xx

Are you going to update on this story please I need to know what happens please update and I hope they stay together and with a happy ending they deserve it

@Cate
Oh my gosh! I just saw this and it made my night! Thank you so much! Please continue to comment as you read and I'll respond to you. Comments make me so happy lol xx

God! This is soooooooo amazing!

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