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Don't Treat Me Like A Kid

Chapter 2

**Harry’s POV**
I woke up from screams coming from the room next to mine. It took me a second to realize what was going on. I’m at Layla’s house in the guess room.
Another scream came through the wall. In seconds I was in her room. She was still asleep, there was no one hurting her or someone breaking in. I guess that what anyone who was raised in a city would expect, but it was a nightmare I guess.

**Layla Taylor's POV**

This wasn’t unusual. Practically every night I would wake up screaming or crying after having a horrific dream about my dad's death.
He died in a car crash, but in these nightmares- I can't even explain. Every time I try to save him, but every time he still ends up dead.

Finally I was pulled out of my dream by Harry. I stopped screaming and the tears started pouring out of my eyes. No, I can’t cry right now, not while Harry can see. I cover my face and try to pull myself together.

I expected him to say something likeits okay, calm down, it was just a dream.But instead he started singing. I think the song he was singing was called 'lean on me' but I’m not sure.

After he finished singing and asked "Are you okay?"
I just nodded as a response as I sat up."You’re a really good singer." I said after a few moments.
"Thanks. I think you’re the first person who isn't family that has heard me sing," he said.
"Well don't I feel special;" I half smiled.
"You should feel very special," He laughed.
"Well you should go back to sleep. I'm fine now,” I said. Even though I know I probably won't get any more sleep tonight. I shouldn’t bring that upon Harry. I'm used to dealing with this alone anyway.
"Are you going to be going back to sleep?"
"Of course" I lied.
"You’re a really bad liar," he said before sitting down on my bed next to me. “Do you want to talk about your dream?”
The only person that I’ve ever talked about my dreams to was my older brother, Brandon. He’s the only other person that went through losing our dad. Yeah there was my sister but she was only four at the time, she probably barely even remembers it. And yeah there other people that have lost parent but no one I talk to. So I felt like the only person I could talk to about it was Brandon and honestly I still do. “I’m not really the sharey-feely type.” I finally answered.
“Oh, that’s fine” He responded. I looked up meeting his gaze. Even in the dark his eyes we glowing green. He brought his hand through his messy curls.
I let my eyes flicker down to his lips then back up to his eyes. Tension filled the room and without thinking I leaned in giving him a shy, short kiss. I started to pull away when his hand landed on the back of my neck pulling my back in to a stronger kiss. His tongue slipped across my bottom lip. I parted my lips and his tongue dove in. Bringing my hands up through his curls our kiss got rougher. He turned toward me more letting his hand rise up my shirt slightly, resting it on the side of my stomach.
The skin he touched tingled as butterflies went crazy in my stomach. All I could think about was how badly I wanted him right now. He pulled away from my mouth leaving a trail of kissed down my neck to just above my collarbone where he started to nip and suck. A small involuntary moan escaped my lips. Harry leaned up with a smirk on his face, “Night, Love.” He lightly kissed my nose before slipping out of my room.
No, he did not just do that. I clenched my jaw as I slipped down into my bed pulling up the blanket. He’s supposed to be the one trying to get me. He’s not supposed to turn me on then walk out. I bit down on the inside of my cheek.
Finally, the tingling left my body being replaced by embarrassment, but it’s probably best that he did that. I can’t sleep with Harry; he’s the biggest player at our school.