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Screaming, a piercing loud cry.

That's what startles me awake and makes me sit up at the speed of light on the couch. I toss the blanket off of me, my feet hitting the wooden floor as I blindly run across the living room and towards the brown door that leads to Kaydence. Nicole's door opens quickly and she runs out and barely beats me to Kay's door, shoving it open and running into the room. I run half way in, stopping as I watch Nicole sit at the edge of the bed and hold her hands out to catch Kaydence's thrashing arms and I realize her eyes are closed tightly. She's dreaming.

"Kay? Kay, wake up." Nicole says calmly, shaking her awake.

"Don't touch me!" Kay screams into the dark room, and Nicole holds her wrists down.

"Kay, it's me Nicole, wake up." She says again, and this time Kaydence's eyes snap open and look around the room in alarm, her breaths coming out uneven. Her cheeks are shining with tears, and when her eyes land on Nicole, she lets out a breath of relief as she brings her hand up to cover her mouth.

"Are you okay?" Nicole asks her, and Kay nods.

"It was just a dream." She says against her palm, making her words sound muffled. She keeps repeating it, as if to reassure more of herself then Nicole. She moves her hand from her mouth and sets it on her forehead, closing her eyes as she takes deep breaths.

I feel like I don't belong here and slowly back out of the room and instead lean on the wall outside of the room as I wait for Nicole to come out. I barely hear her whispering to Kaydence before the sound of her feet tapping against the floor get closer and she steps out of the room, carefully closing the door behind her. She takes a deep breath, rubbing her cheek before she turns around to look at me.

"What was that?" I ask her, motioning to Kay's closed door.

"She just had a nightmare."

"Does...that happen often?" I ask quietly, and Nicole nods once in response.

"It happens pretty much every night, whenever she doesn't have the other dream at least."

"What other dream?"

Nicole presses her lips together and shakes her head. "That's not my place to tell."

I can't help but roll my eyes. "Well, what was this one about?"

"Who do you think?" Nicole says, raising an eyebrow.

I don't answer her. I think I already know that the dreams have to do with her father. The way she screamed for Nicole not to touch her, the fear and pain in her voice. That pain only comes from one place. I shudder from the image that sweeps behind my eyelids, the memory of her father lying over her while Kay lied limp underneath him. I turn my head away from Nicole to hide the scowl on my face and she sighs in defeat.

"I'm going back to bed, you should too." Nicole says as she lightly pats my shoulder before sauntering back into her room, closing the door behind her. I stay standing where I am, staring at the brown door in front of me. I keep replaying her scream in my head, somehow knowing that she isn't actually sleeping in there. I'm tempted to go in and talk to her, and comfort her like I used to. I take a step towards the door, lifting my hand to rest on the door knob. She left you. I stop. She left you. I retract my hand from the knob, and take a step back. It's not my place anymore. I can't comfort her, I can't help her. I turn away from her door and walk back to the couch as I crawl back under the blanket and stare at her brown door until I fall back asleep.

K a y d e n c e

I can't sleep.

I've been staring at the ceiling for the past hour, willing myself to forget about the dream I had and just to fall asleep. But every time my eyes begin to close the image of my 'father's' face hovering over me flashes across my eyes. I groan and sit up, pushing the blankets off of me and quietly walk across my room and open the door. I close it behind me, and carefully tip toe into the kitchen as I move to open the fridge and pour myself my glass of milk. I pull the cabinet open, retrieving my Oreo's and turn to walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.

I stop when I see Harry sprawled across the couch, his curly hair poking out messily around his head while the blanket lies across his legs and leaves his toned stomach exposed. I almost forgot he was even here that I slowly turn around to leave the room, being quiet so I don't wake him.

"I'm not asleep, you know."

I stop mid-step, keeping my back still turned away from Harry. I think about running back into my room but the sound of the cushions being readjusted keeps me from doing just that. I turn around in time to see Harry sitting up, the blanket falling around him. He rests his elbows on his knees and I have to look away from the new muscle protruding from his arms that had not been there last time I saw him shirtless.

"I'm just going to go back to my room. Sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't wake me. I was already awake." He scratches the back of his head, and then runs his fingers through his hair. "You can sit down if you'd like."

I ponder the idea, and Harry moves all the way to one side of the couch while he leaves one side open. I stare at the empty spot, and turn my gaze on him to see him briefly give me a small nod in encouragement. I move across the room and sit at the far end of the couch as much as possible, pressing my side into the arm rest and setting my box of cookies in my lap. I keep my eyes straight ahead, and then reach over to pick up the remote from the coffee table.

I turn on the television and surf the channels, but Harry's eyes on the side of my face make it hard to focus on all the names I try to read across the guide. I finally stop and settle on a movie when I see a familiar actress, then regret it when I realize the movie I chose was 'The Vow.' Lovely.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry asks beside me and I'm already shaking my head.

"I think it's best if we just don't talk." I answer briefly.

"Alright."

Neither one of us says anything else, and I lean further back into the couch as I open my box of Oreo's and pick up a cookie, dunking it into my glass of milk. I focus on keeping my eyes trained on the screen, tucking my feet underneath me. I'm barely aware of what's happening in the movie but once the scene where they're at Paige's sister's wedding, where Leo punches Jeremy in the face and then they go outside and are surrounded by all the pretty lights, my back straightens in nervousness. Leo and Paige are arguing, and I feel my stomach turn in knots when Leo finally looks at Paige and says, "How do you look at the girl you love, and tell yourself it's time to walk away?" My hand tightens around my glass of milk, and I can practically feel the tension rolling between Harry and I, and he shifts uncomfortably at the other end of the couch.

"So I see you still love your Oreo's, huh?" Harry says beside me and for once I'm thankful that he chooses now to talk to me.

"Yep, I do."

"I guess some things don't change."

"Some things don't and some things do." 

"Do you still wake up really late in the morning?" He teases, and the corner of my mouth twitches into a small smile.

"Actually no, I don't. I've gotten better with that, but that's only because I have no other choice since I have work."

"You work? What do you do?"

I shrug. "Just work in a coffee shop."

"Ah, so you don't work for Max and his band mates anymore." He tries to sound light, but his face hardens at the mention of Max.

"No, they broke up."

"So I heard." He snorts and shakes his head, and I can practically see the new Harry returning.

"Don't." I sigh.

"Don't what?" He asks, playing stupid.

"Don't start being like that."

"Like what? Like me?"

"No," I shake my head and turn to look at him. "Not like you, because this isn't you." I pause and wave my hand towards him. "This person you've become isn't you so just stop."

"This person is who I am and it's because you chose to leave."

I stop and clench my teeth together, the only sound coming from the television. I risk a glance at Harry to see him watching me, his jaw contracting. The anger from the past few months is evident on his face and I grab the corner of the cushion underneath me as I brace myself.

"You really want to talk about this right now?" I ask quietly, keeping my voice low to keep from waking Nicole.

Harry suddenly shifts his body, turning it that way he is now facing me and is too close for my liking. I can smell his familiar vanilla musky scent, and it's making my chest tighten as if the room has become too small. "I just want to know why you left." He says through his clenched teeth.

"Does it really matter? I left, okay? And I'm sorry I did but what does the reason matter?"

Harry doesn't answer for a moment and instead presses his lips together as if he's trying to keep from saying something, until he shakes his head and turns his gaze to fix on me. "Is it because of Max?"

"Max?" I say incredulously.

"Yes, Max. Did you decide you wanted to be with him instead?" He asks angrily, and I flinch back in surprise. He's kidding me right?

"Harry, no. I can assure you it was not because of Max."

"Then what?!" He shouts, and I'm more then positive he has woken Nicole up. "Why did you leave? I just need to know!"

"I'm not doing this." I shake my head and quickly stand up, spilling my milk on the floor but I don't care at the moment. I need to go back to my room and get as far away from him as possible.

"Oh yeah, just walk away like you always do!"

"Shut up!" I half whisper, half shout in his face. "Nicole is sleeping and may I remind you this is not your apartment so I suggest you keep your voice down."

"Or what? You're going to kick me out?" He says loudly, and I have to bite my tongue from screaming at him. He knows I won't, and he's mocking me for it.

"How about from now on we just don't talk, okay?" I state, glaring at the curly head man sitting on my couch with his arms thrown out around him.

"Fine by me."

"Good."

"Good."

I turn around and begin to make my way back to my room when I hear the sound of my Oreo box being ripped open, and I spin back around to see Harry sticking his hands in it. I storm towards him, and snatch the box out of his grip as my nose flares in anger.

"And don't touch my Oreo's!" I shout, not caring if Nicole is awake or not, now.

"If you ask me, it wouldn't kill you to lay off them for a while." He smirks up at me, and I stumble back from his insult and feel my skin crawling in self consciousness.

"Fuck you."

"You've done that already, love."

I don't say anything, just gawk at him. He really has changed. I shake my head and groan as I turn around, storming back to my door and slamming it hard behind me. As of now, Harry Styles is dead to me.