Written by: storiesofswift on tumblr

Posted on: February 3, 2014

Description: AU in which Haylor are married and Harry has come back from the army.

Official Link: https://storiesofswift.tumblr.com/post/75404308383/alright

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Then, Harry started to find it harder and harder to fall asleep. He shrugged it off, when Taylor asked him if he was okay.

"It's nothing," he would answer.

"Everything's okay because I get to wake up every morning next to you." Then he would plant a goofy smile on his face and kiss her.

But the goofy smiles soon disappeared, and instead the man she loved became worn out as he woke up every night dripping in sweat. When they had decided to go see a doctor, he had said that it was a perfectly normal symptom to have after what Harry had witnessed. He had prescribed a couple pills, but none of them had helped because no matter what, Harry always had the nightmares. They wouldn't disappear.

That night, Harry had woken up at four in the morning begging for his life, trembling. Each time Taylor saw him like this, so weak, it was like a bullet to the heart. She leaned over, and stroked his hair. She could feel how sweaty he was.

"I'm here baby, I'm here," she warned him burying her head into his chest, hearing the fast beating in his chest, feeling how heavily he was breathing. As she held on to his hand, she felt him start to calm down.

"I have to get some fresh air," he stated a few minutes later, pulling himself out of the bed. Taylor followed him instantly, even though she would've been content with sleeping for eight straight hours without any disturbances. They walked out to their apartment balcony. In the pitch black, the cars going down the street looked even more incredible.

"When I look at these cars I always wonder about the other people's lives, I mean what are they doing here at four in the morning. I mean there are so many people on this planet who live all these different lives," Harry said as he felt Taylor rest her head on his shoulder.

He paused, and bit his lip. "I watched people die, everyday. They all had families, they all had lives too and here I am. I'm alive, I have a gorgeous wife and the only thing I can think of is how unfair it is that I'm lucky and all those people weren't."

Taylor remained silent for a while, until she heard his voice starting to break. "I wish this pain would go away," he muttered.

Without thinking, she hugged him tightly. "It's alright," she muttered into his chest. "I promise that I will help you, and everything will be alright."

Harry held her tightly, feeling a sense of comfort as he heard her soft breathing, knowing that as long as she was there everything would indeed be alright.