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It Takes Patience II: Guarded

Chapter 46: Multiple Disturbances

*Harry’s POV*
I shot up out of my sleep with my heart racing. This is the third time this week that I’ve killed him in my dream and the image makes me feel like I’m going to be sick. I searched around the dark room to be sure that I’m in my house, in my bed and not a police station somewhere in downtown London. They’re getting too realistic now and that bothers me more than having them. Reagan is sleeping next to me peacefully. She makes it look so easy. I don’t want to wake her up but she told me to if it ever happens like this again. I shake her shoulder gently and she moves but doesn’t open her eyes. She curls herself tighter into my side and it causes my nerves to settle and my breathing to slow once again to a normal rate. I don’t have to wake her, as long as she’s here it calms me down.

I climb out of bed away from my mess of covers, pillows and sleeping beauty next to me when I feel myself become overheated. While heading down the stairs I'm sure to skip over the steps that I know make the floorboards creek, no one should be started awake at this ungodly hour. I grab a glass and fill it with ice cubes and water then grab my bottle of aripiprazole and pop two of the pills before I take a sip and allow the chilled liquid to cool me off. I’m thankful that my mum seems to trust me more again seeing as how she used to have a lock on the medicine cabinet at night after I over dosed. I put the pills back before I head back upstairs and look at the clock on the microwave. It’s only five-thirty, I’ve been asleep for five hours and twenty minutes, but it’s the longest rest I’ve gotten this week so far.

When I get back to my room, I can see that Reagan’s eyes are open. I take another sip of my water and then set the glass down on my dresser before I get back in the bed facing her. She runs her hand through my hair and then moves it down and rests it down on my cheek and I grab her hand off my face and kiss her fingertips before I speak.

“Why are you awake?”

“I was going to ask you the same question. Did you have another bad dream?”

I open my mouth to answer her, but as soon as I do, the image in my nightmare flashes through my head. I close my eyes momentarily and then open them but all I can do is nod my head to tell her and convince myself that they will go away soon. At least I know why I'm having them this time.

“Was it the same one as before?”

No.

“Yeah, I’m okay though. I’ll be okay.” Her eyes search my face with a worried expression.

"Harry-"

"Reagan I'm fine. I'm fine just leave it. It was the same one as last time. I've told you about it before." I try to sound convincing but I know she's still skeptical.

“Will you be able to go back to sleep?” I widen my eyes and roll them. Here’s Reagan’s inner annoying therapist.

“I should be able to if you stop asking me so many questions.”

She rolls her eyes at me so hard that I can see it clearly in the dark and gets ready to turn her back to my front but I grab her side so she can’t.

“What are you doing now Harry? Let me go, I know I can go back to sleep.”

“Smart ass! You always have something smart to say. That was mean. Just stay here like this. Maybe I want to try and fall asleep to your pretty little face... If I’m honest, that’s not the only thing I want to do to your face.”

“Harry!” Reagan halfway shouted and then lowered her voice when she realized what time it was. I laughed and pulled her closer to me because even though I’m laughing my nerves are still somewhat on edge.

It got quiet again and having her this close to me is exactly what I need. I run my hand up and down her side and slide it under her t-shirt to touch the skin there but that’s not enough.

“Can you take off your clothes?”

“Hmm?” She replied half asleep and half not sure if she was hearing me correctly.

“Not for sex. I just want to feel you, like literally touch you.”

“Your mom is here. What if she comes in here in the morning and I’m naked?”

“She won’t come in here. She’ll be rushing around to go to work, besides that’s what covers are for and the stopper is in the door. She won’t be able to come right in if she tried to anyway.” I can’t wait until this wedding is over for various reasons.

Reagan raised an over-thinking eyebrow before she sat up in bed and took off her shirt and then her shorts and tucked them under her pillow. She quickly slid back under the covers still facing me and allowed my hands to roam up and down her back, over her sides and to the top of her hips where they rested, pulling her closer to me than she already was.

I nestled my nose in the crook of her neck before she started to squirm.

“Harry stop blinking. Your eyelashes tickle.” I blinked on purpose before I moved a hand down to palm her ass and I give it a light slap.

“H!”

“Okay. Sorry, go to sleep.”

“...I liked it.”

I pull away from her neck and I can feel the grin spread on my face. She’s a little pervert. She tries to hide from my gaze but it's too late for shy acts now.

I slap her ass again causing her to shriek slightly then giggle before I sit up and drink my water. She’s naked and soft and beautiful in front of me and I know I won’t be able to sleep now, not that I was going to be able to regardless. An ice cube slips in my mouth and I get an idea.

I swallow the water, but let the ice melt halfway against my tongue when wrap my arms around her waist to get her to sit up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just want you to sit up please.” I slide down in the bed and rest my head on a pillow while she looks down at me sleepy and confused.

“H. it’s almost six. I have to get up soon. I want to go to sleep.”

“You will after this, trust me.” I talk around the melting ice cube in my mouth and then run a hand up her thigh. I can feel goose bumps rise on her skin under my touch as I move my hands up to her side and then pull her again so that she has to straddle me. Her breathing is already labored and I can hardly hide the grin on my face.

“Harry?” She pulled the covers up so they’re wrapped around her and fall like a canopy over me.

“You might want to grab the bed post.” She looks down at me somewhat aware of what I’m about to do, but she still seems confused. To put her suspicion to rest, I put both of my arms between her legs and pull her forward to hover over my face when I start to tease her clit with my tongue which is now as cold as the ice that was just there.

I hear her gasp before she drops the covers she was holding and slaps a hand over her mouth. She lifts herself up from shock and tries to move away from my tongue, but I pull her back down to me. My arms are locked around her thighs and as I continue to lick, tease, and suck, I slap her ass again causing her to moan.

“Fuck!”

“Shh, you have to stay quiet.” I look up at her and she nods her head and bites her bottom lip before I quickly grab the glass off of my dresser and pop another halfway melted ice cube in my mouth to continue. The warmth of her wet center is already causing the new piece of ice to melt against my tongue and I know the temperature contrast is driving her insane.

She holds onto the head board and drops her own head as she moans again and I can see that her eyes are screwed shut. There are small pants and breathy gasps coming from her mouth, but for her this is the quietest she’s ever been. She loves it and I can tell because she’s grinding herself against my tongue. I grab her hips to keep her still and then slap her ass again. She whimpers loudly this time and puts a hand over her mouth when she realizes the amplified sound that she made.

“Stop moving and be quiet glasses.” I chuckle against her when I see the face that she makes.

“Harry I can’t-” I slip my tongue in an out of her before I lick forward making a stripe to her clit and swat her one more time. She cuts off her own sentence with a moan while throwing her head back.

“H-Harry I can’t feel my... Oh my God!” She whisper shouts and lets go of my bed post clasping both of her hands over her mouth to try to muffle her moans and curses as I continue to lap her up and drink in her juices so that she can ride out her orgasm.

She grinds against my tongue uncontrollably and I can feel her legs shaking under my fingertips and against my ears. The mixture of her taste, the noises she’s making and the face she makes when she comes has me as hard as a rock. Reagan leans back when she comes down from her high and begins to palm me through my boxers, straddling my torso and still breathing heavily. She moves her hand and then moves my boxers down enough to free me before she lowers herself down slowly. She begins to roll her hips and even though I know we shouldn’t be doing this, my brain won’t send my vocal cords the signal to speak and protest against it.

Shit! Reagan, I’m too close. You have to get off, quick!” She gets off of me sliding down beside me before her lips wrap around me and she begins to suck, pushing me closer to the brink. Within a few minutes I come in her mouth biting my bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud.


*Reagan’s POV*
My alarm goes off too soon and I quickly grab my phone to disarm it. I sit up in bed and stretch while rubbing sleep out of my eyes and my mind goes back to a few hours ago. It was so random that it could have been a dream, but when I stand up and see red marks against my backside my cheeks turn a shade of pink.

I quickly get dressed in my shorts and the t-shirt that I was wearing last night right before Harry walks into the room. His hair is all over his head and it’s curlier than usual, but he’s already dressed in his trademark skinny jeans and a vintage Rolling Stones t-shirt . He must have not gone back to sleep after our...early morning breakfast?

“Oh you’re up...G’morning.” Harry speaks to me and then grins devilishly causing me to blush and feel meek under his gaze.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I ask the question already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” Liar. “Did you?” he grins again before he takes his medicine and drinks the water that he left on his dresser from this morning causing my cheeks to redden deeper.

“Yes.”

“I told you that you would.” I raise an eyebrow not being able to say anything beyond the stupid grin on my face as I shuffle through my bag getting out today’s work clothes.

After I shower and get dressed, Harry is lying back on his bed. His eyes are closed and his chest is rising and falling steadily. He’s asleep. He’s actually asleep and the last thing I want to do is wake him up. I grab my things and tip toe out of the room before I head down the stairs calling for a taxi as I go.

When my car arrives, I give the address and a sense of dread washes over me. I wouldn’t be lucky enough to have Peyton miss another day of work. Though I do want to confront him, it was nice to have the awkward feeling in the air when he was gone. I rest my head against the cool glass of the window. The closer the university gets, the bigger my sudden headache becomes. It’s hard enough working for Dr. Koch, having to have to work for him and have a petty son of a bitch as my coworker is enough to drive me up a wall. If I could quit this time, I think I would.

The cab stops and after I get out, I slowly make my way to the office and sit behind my desk where there is once again a stack of background information for me to read and annotate on Dr. Koch’s case study. Peyton walks in shortly after I do but I don’t bother to make eye contact with him. I can feel his eyes on me and it makes my skin crawl but I continue to press on with my work.

My phone vibrates against my hip and when I take it out, butterflies begin to float around in my stomach when I read his name.

From: Harry Pleassssse?!

Why didn’t you wake me up?! How did you get to work?

To: Harry Pleassssse?!

You needed to sleep. I know you didn’t go back to sleep this morning. You also need to tell me the truth about the dream you had this morning. Don't close yourself off that way Harry. Open up to me. You have to share things with me so that we don't fall back into the same patterns as before. I took a cab, its fine.

From: Harry Pleassssse?!

You're right, but not now. I'll tell you later. Is he there?

I begin to type a response but before I can Dr. Koch calls me to his desk. He hands me money and then asks me to ‘retrieve tea’s and coffee’s for the rest of them.’ I roll my eyes and take the money hastily leaving out of the office to text Harry back when I hear footsteps following behind me.

“Reagan, wait.”
I continued to walk as if I didn’t hear him, but when I looked again he was closer. I could the faintest marks of bruises around his neck and I know they’re from Harry.

“Leave me alone Peyton. Just go back in the office I don’t need you to come with me.” I spat the words at him and he looked at me confused before he furrowed his eyebrows.

“What have I done now Reagan besides help you? I was in the hospital yesterday because of what your boyfriend did and I didn’t say a word about it when I could have. You act so ungrateful. I’m not your enemy here remember?”

I turned the corner to get to the cafeteria and tried to bite my tongue and keep our problems out of work but he keeps pushing me.

“Peyton I know what you did and you’re lucky that I haven’t told Harry about it yet. I’m sure if I did you would have more to worry about than a few bruises. Leave. Me. Alone.”

Peyton stopped in his tracks and looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face. I turned to continue into the cafeteria, when I felt him gently grab my wrist.

Notes

HELLO NEW AND FAITHFUL SUBSCRIBERS! Before I begin with the usual notes I wanted to say Thank You all for the lovely comments and votes! The votes and subscription number even went up for the first ITP. I love you guys!! So what did you think of this chapter? I know I said I was going to put the truth here, but my ocd says to wait . I kind of want to go to fifty chapters in this one but depending on how I write it could come before then (I might not be able to hold out too much longer lol). Be sure to leave me comments and feedback on who you think Harry's dream is about and what you think is going to go down next (It's kind of a cliff hanger). And please keep the subscriptions and votes coming they are all sooo inspiring and uplifting!!! I LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING! ~Xx

Have some Harry Styles as a late Christmas present from me...and a thanks to Zayn for taking the picture?? lol








Comments

haha mine too they always try to put an extra "a" in it

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4/1/14

@XOXOH
Thank you, everybody is confused when I spell my name and try to correct me. Lol

@mrsdirectioner
Aww thank you :) I like your name too it's spelled different than it usually is

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4/1/14

@XOXOH
You have a unique name. My name is Katelynn.

@mrsdirectioner
Haha yes I'm able to drink. My name is Mya what's yours?

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4/1/14