Ugh, short chapter & kinda boring >_< Chloe's P.O.V. in this is a dream, btw c; Enjoy<3

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Chapter 7 – Harry's P.O.V.

            "Are you going to be okay in here by yourself?" I asked Chloe sympathetically as she curled up in the covers. Honestly, I had this sliver of hope that she'd ask me to stay with her again.

            Chloe merely nodded as her face squished against the pillow. Feeling a little pang of sadness nail my stomach, I managed a faint smile as I went to turn the lights off. "No," Chloe said sternly, then softened her voice. "I mean, please... Leave them on."

            I frowned. "Chloe, you can't sleep with the lights on. What about if I get the nightlight from the bathroom?"

            Chloe mustered a smile in agreement.

            After unplugging the nightlight from the bathroom wall, I sauntered back into the guest room where Chloe was staying. I hooked the light adjacent from her bed so she'd be able to see it perfectly. Chloe gave me another smile in thanks as I returned it before softly closing the door.

            A loud sigh left my lips as I traveled into my room. I left my door open in case Chloe needed me. Tugging off my black t-shirt, I then shimmied out of my jeans and slid under the covers. I was so damn exhausted. Elizabeth alone was enough to give anyone a headache. But shopping with Chloe was a lot more difficult than I expected. Aside from her flinching when the loud speakers came on, or cringing when someone would curse in the next aisle, she was actually just like a total girl. She dragged me into every damn store, wanted to try on every damn piece of clothing, and even browsed through the shoe section for a good thirty minutes. And even if we were having a budget cut, I couldn't say no to her--I never said no to Elizabeth, either.

            That's not to say I didn't enjoy it; I did. I loved seeing that bright smile painted on her lips. I loved watching her face brighten as she spotted an attractive shirt or a cute pair of shoes. Watching Chloe shop made me realize that she isn't the freak people make her out to be. I've actually come to this conclusion the day I met her (which was only yesterday). She may not talk much, she may not smile much, but she does have the personality of a sane person. She giggles at jokes occasionally, she rolls her eyes at incredibly stupid things, and she does that cute little girl squeal when she gets excited. But watching Chloe shop, I saw no kind of insanity inside her. In fact, no one noticed anything wrong about her. She was a normal girl shopping, and that's how everyone saw her. Including me.

            I don't know why this girl tried committing suicide last night (which is another reason why I wanted to stay with her again). I don't know why this girl covers her ears at arguing or loud voices. I don't know why this girl flinches at my slightest touch. I don't know why she constantly checks over her shoulder as if she's being followed. But I do know one thing; Chloe isn't insane. Whatever reason they had for locking her up, I'm pretty positive it wasn't a good one. That girl may be scared or nervous, but she's not crazy or mental. She's just different, as I've told her before. She see things from a different perspective that everyone else just doesn't understand.

            I'm well accustomed with "insane" people. I'd rather not bring up the matter.

            A faint voice made my eyes slowly peel open. I sat still, listening for it again, but nothing came. Sighing, I closed my eyes once more. Again, it didn't take long until the sound of my name rolled through my ears. I propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes squinting in the dark until I saw the small figure in the doorway.

            "Chloe?" I asked groggily, rubbing the little sleep out my eyes.

            I could barely see her, so I flipped on the lamp that was on my nightstand. Her eyes were frantically skimming the room, her chest rising and falling quickly. Something had scared the living daylights out of her.

            "Chloe, are you okay?" I tried again, sitting up straighter as I looked at the trembling girl.

            Chloe's eyes met mine, and that's when I realized tears were rolling down her cheeks. This alerted me almost instantly.

            "Come here, love," I said gently as I held my hand out.

            Chloe stared at it like a lost puppy, then gripped my hand tight. I pulled her down beside me, tugging the covers over her shaking body.

            "What's wrong?" I whispered as I leaned on my hand to face her.

            "I..." Chloe trailed off, the silent tears incessantly streaming down her beautiful face. "I was scared," she whispered, but something behind her voice told me there was more to it. Was it the "they" she sometimes refers to?

            "Did they make you scared?" I pondered out loud, knowing that this was a touchy subject for her. I don't have any idea who "they" could possibly be, but I'm pretty used to talking with people like Chloe, unfortunately.

            Chloe squeezed her eyes closed, then furiously nodded her head. Her tears came harder as her entire body shook. Not sure what else to do, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my chest. She didn't hesitate as she sobbed against me, her nails slightly digging into the backs of my shoulders due to her fright. I didn't mind getting a few scars for the people that needed me.

            "Shh," I shushed her softly as I stroked her hair. "You're safe now, love."

            Chloe nodded against me, sniffing loudly. She didn't pull away, and I didn't really want her too. Keeping my arms tightly around her, I leaned back and switched off the lamp. Chloe's legs almost naturally tangled with mine as I continued to hold her close, rubbing her back and knitting with her hair as I shushed her. I want to know so damn badly what's wrong with this poor girl, but I know questioning them almost terrifies them. It's something I've discovered on my own. The more questions you ask, the more nervous they get. It's better to let them warm up to you first and let them tell you on their own. Maybe, just maybe, Chloe will begin to trust me.

            It wasn't too much longer until I felt her petite body go limp in my arms. I could hear her soft snores and the occasional sniff from her crying. I smiled to myself as I rested my head on top of hers, my eyes finally falling closed with the comfort of the distressed girl in my arms.

Chloe's P.O.V.

            "Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are," the woman's soft voice flowed through my ears as I curled into her. She chuckled kindly, her hand cupping the side of my face. "You're safe, Chloe," she whispered to me, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple.

            "Am I?" I whimpered, remembering the previous nightmare only five minutes ago. I had come sprinting into my mother's room and she instantly engulfed me in her arms, her sweet lullaby calming my nerves.

            "Of course, dear." She smiled. "Mama would never let anything happen to her sweet baby girl."

            I smiled brightly as I snuggled against her, the warmth of her body overwhelming me in a sense of happiness. "Mama?"

            "Yes, dear?"

            "Why does Elizabeth hate me?" I asked her as my voice cracked mid-sentence.

            "Oh baby," Mama laughed. "Elizabeth doesn't hate you. She's just trying to get used to having a sister in her life."

            "But I'm five!" I argued. "I think that's a long time for getting used to."

            Mama chuckled. "You don't worry about Beth, honey. She'll warm up to you sooner or later," she said.

            I found myself believing her as I soon fell asleep in her arms. Mama is an empty part in my mind, but it still feels like I've known her forever. Sometimes she seems faded to me, but other times she's clear as day. She's always the clearest when she's soothing me, her soft hand cupping my cheek as she sings me a lullaby. I love it when Mama calms me. It's almost like my personal angel rocking me to sleep.