Restless [Reckless Sequel] || Harry Styles AU (DISCONTINUED)

15: progress and regress

I failed to notice that Harry woke up and now had his head on the pillow beside mine. His fingers traced circles on the exposed skin on my hip.

"Can we promise each other something?" I asked.

He moved his hand from my hip and brushed a strand of hair behind me ear. "You know, this is normally saved for marriage."

I definitely could feel my cheeks heat up. "Stop with the damn marriage talk, Styles," I whined.

He only chuckled. "Alright, then, tell me our pre-marital promises."

I frowned. "Harry, this is serious."

In an instant, his face turned impassive—the loopy smile wiped off my face. "Okay. I'm serious, I'm serious. What is it?"

His green eyes were so intense, I felt like I was melting on the spot.

"Promise that we won't ever leave. That we won't ever just walk out on each other—no matter what. If we're in a bad mood, or if we're sad, or we're just fucking pissed at each other, we still cannot just leave. Okay?"

His eyes wandered around my face before he leaned in and kissed my nose. "Jessy, I promise you I will never leave."

I slowly exhaled. "Okay." I smiled softly. "I promise, too."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't tell me you were worried about that..."

"I wasn't worried. I just..."

I wasn't sure what I was thinking. I just couldn't fathom him not in my life.

"You were thinking too hard," he finished for me. His arm wrapped around my waist again, pulling me into his warm, bare chest.

Then, so quietly I just barely heard, he mumbled, "Life without my Jessy is unimaginable."

"And how could I live without my guy who says all the right things?" I replied, making him chuckle.

"I'm only speaking the truth."

I closed my eyes.

SLAM!

My eyes shot open and the bed jolts when I spring up in a sitting position.

I saw the door that was once open is now closed, and my heart is beating at a million miles an hour. My breathing is erratic and hope is dwindling out of my body.

"Jessy!" Harry.

I have tunnel vision on the doorknob. It had been open. Now the door was closed, and suddenly, I couldn't breathe.

I could hear Harry's voice, but I couldn't make out the words due to the high pitched ringing in my ears.

My hand was gripping his tight. He couldn't be here. He could get hurt. Leave, Harry. Leave! There's a window...

Hands grip my face and turn it to the right. My eyes lock with green ones, and I'm ripped from my reverie.

Holy fuck. I legitimately believed I was back in that room for a solid thirty seconds.