I've been sleeping alone my whole life, never regularly sleeping with anyone until I moved in with Harry. I've always been alone in bed, so the fact that now this bed is horribly uncomfortable and too big without him is just ridiculous. I feel like a pathetic fool as I toss and turn, my shorts and tshirt on, there's no point in sleeping naked if he's not there.

Every time I drift away I get a whiff of his cologne on the sheets and instead of helping lull me to sleep it wakes me up, thinking maybe he came back. I drift off again only to awakened a moment later to the same smell that fooled me before.

I huff after an hour or so of this and get up and go lay on the pillows on the floor. I shut my eyes and drift into a still uneasy and light sleep.

My phone rings, I reach over and grab it. Zayn's usually calm voice sounds in my ear, his thick accent a bit rushed and frantic.

"Cecilia! Oh my god we were worried about you, we thought you would have been here hours ago."

"What?"

"You and Harry, you're supposed to be on your way back here...so you haven't even left yet then?"

"Zayn, Harry left here hours ago. He should have been there by now..."

"Harry left already?"

The worry returns to his voice, I lift my head from the pillow.

"Are you telling me Harry isn't with you?"

"I was just about to ask you the same question."

"Zayn. Don't tell me Harry isn't there. He left to go there, he has to be there. There is no where else he would go."

"Don't panic Cecilia, okay? He's probably caught in traffic -"

"There's a fucking snow and ice storm Z, nobody is driving anywhere. Oh my god." I sit up and run a hand through my hair. "Oh my god. I have to go. I have to call him."

"I tried him before I tried you. He didn't answer."

"Okay. But I have to try anyway. If he's driving he tries not to answer...maybe he pulled over or something. I'll call you back."

I push the panic down that threatens to overwhelm me. My hands tremble as I sit up on the bed and bend my knees, leaning my elbows on them and biting at my fingernails as I wait for him to answer.

"Hi, it's Harry. I can't get the phone right now but tell me who you are, and if I like you, I'll call you back."

"Harry, you need to call me when you get this okay?" My voice cracks and my hands tremble as I think of him not being able to get to his phone. "We don't know where you are and we're worried. I'm worried. I'm freaking out to be honest so just call me okay? Please."

I hang up and put my hands on my face before dialing again. I let it ring, my heart leaps at the sound of his voice.

"Hi, it's Harry. I can't get the phone right now but tell me who you are, and if I like you, I'll call you back."

My heart immediately sinks. I jump at the sound of pounding on the door. I look down to check if what I have on is okay to answer the door in, then I realize that it's probably just Harry and I rush over to it.

"Baby I-"

I stop speaking at the sight of the police officers and a teary eyed Sade. I lean against the door, a puzzled expression on my face, and I shake my head a little.

"Mrs. Styles?"

I look at Sade who mouths 'say yes' to me. My confusion deepens as I look back at the officer.

"Yes?"

"We need you to come with us ma'am. There's been a car accident." I shake my head, my eyes open in terror and disbelief and dreading the words that will come next. "If we hurry you may be able to speak to him before..."

My eyes widen further and I let out a little scream. Sade sobs and reaches for my hand.

"Before what?"

I manage to get the words out somehow. He looks at me with pity in his eyes. His partner speaks.

"Ma'am your husband is pinned in an impossible way under his car. He's conscious now but it won't be long until-"

The other officer grabs him by the collar and he shuts up. I don't notice anything. My stomach turns, I feel cold, everyone is staring at me like I just turned green.

"Cecilia, come now. You should be with him."

The ride there is silent, we drive for twenty minutes. They tell me to prepare myself as we pull over. I would laugh if I were paying them any attention. There seem to be millions of lights flashing as they help me out of the car. They offer me their jackets and blankets as if I could feel the cold or the snow falling against my almost bare skin. I never changed out of the shorts and tshirt. I almost forget why I'm there and worry what Harry will think of my attire, and what he'll do.

Then we approach the wreck, and I see the car, or what's left of it. I stop. It's mangled in the front, but the back is relatively in tact. It's in the middle of a field of snow, hardened into ice. I slide a little as I walk, an officer takes my hand, everyone else stops walking. I notice paramedics and police gathered around the drivers seat of the car. They all seem to be shaking their heads.

"It wasn't his fault, ma'am. He's been worried you would be upset with him. But the truck came out of no where, the car is so small and light, it knocked him off the road and kept going. He did nothing wrong."

I nod as we get to the other people, they move out of the way and I see him. His body is sat upright, pinned to the seat by the dashboard, the steering wheel is in his chest, and he can't turn his head.

"Cilly..."

I can't speak. No one tries to stop me as I climb through what's left of the passenger side window and awkwardly lay across the wrecked vehicle, face to face with Harry.

He still looks beautiful. He laughs a little and tries to smile at me. His dimples are showing. I let my eyes rake over his face. Blood trickles down his forehead, and drips out of his mouth as he stares at me. There are tears in his eyes.

"You are going to be fine."

"Baby. I'm scared."

"Stop it. Do you think I came to watch you die?"

"Baby, they can't get me out."

"Then we'll live in this car for the rest of your life."

"About two minutes." He chuckles and coughs. I wipe away the tear that rolls down his cheek, a piece of glass sticks in my arm, I ignore it. "I'm so sorry, Baby."

"Harry. I swear I will leave if you don't stop it. You're fine."

"Cilly listen. I love you. I just want you to know that."

"I know that."

"I wish you could hold my hand...I'm so scared Baby."

"Give me your hand."

"I can't move it..."

He smiles again. His eyelids lower, his head rolls a bit as he looses consciousness. My heartbeat stops.

"Harry!"

His eyelids flutter and he coughs, my heart races in my chest.

"Cilly don't worry. My mom will take care of you...you'll be okay."

"Stop it."

I slide across the twisted metal and glass and feel it cut into my skin, but it doesn't matter. I kiss him softly and hold his face. He smiles again.

"Irresistible until the end huh Baby?"

"Harry please. It's not the end. Stop it."

"Um hm. Kiss me again Baby."

I kiss him, his lips press feebly against mine. I pull away and find that he's passed out again, only the more I look at him the more I realize it's more than that. His eyes are glazed over and half open, his face is beautiful but expressionless. Lifeless.

My body starts to shake uncontrollably. I grab his collar and shake him back and forth. I can hear my self screaming out incoherent things. The scene becomes chaos as many hands come in to pull me away from him.

"Mrs. Styles calm down!"

"We Did Everything We Could!"

"Cecilia please!"

"Wake up! Cilly! Wake up!" My eyes open and I look around the hotel room frantically. Its morning, even though the sky is still grey. My arms are pinned down against my chest, i look up into Harry's green eyes full of concern. No blood on him, not a scratch, just his leather jacket and a furrowed brow. "Calm down, what ever it was it was a dream. It's over now."

"Harry?" I squint and try to pull my wrists out of his grasp, he pins them over my head and kisses me. Tears slide down my face. He lets my hands go and wipes them away, then pulls me up and onto his lap. I straddle him and rest my head against his chest as he hugs me, rubbing my back as I cry quietly. "Don't go anywhere else."

"Baby what the hell?"

"I can't tell you. Just stay here where I can see you."

"Did something happen to you last night?"

"No...it was just a terrible dream."

"About Peter?" I shake my head and look up at him. My lip quivers as the image of him in the wrecked car burns in my mind. "Poor Baby. Don't be afraid of a silly dream. Haz won't let anything get you. Okay?"

He smiles at me. I nod my head and wrap my arms around him.

"I'm okay."

"I hate it that you can cry now. You crying is the worst."

"I'll stop." I say quickly. I have the urge to give him anything he wants, and no trouble. I never have dreams really, let alone nightmares. The dream I just had was awful and vivid. It dawns on me that now that I'm becoming somewhat emotionally stable I could have them more often. I sure as hell hope not. "I love you."

"Your cute." He kisses me softly, then yawns as he pulls away. "I'm tired. I'm going to take a nap."

He carries me to the bed and lays me down. I watch him as he undresses. The stress he's under is evident, and how tired he is, in the slow way he removes his clothes. He crawls into bed and onto me, I gladly hold him. I just woke up, but somehow I'm exhausted too. I wouldn't dare try to go back to sleep though.

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A/N: I made a terrible edit of Cilly, it's on the side. I might do one for all the characters in the story, especially if you Babes like it. Love you. Next chapter will be up soon. ❤