Anchored ? Harry Hook ?

"Every pain gives a lesson, and every lesson changes a person"

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I waved my hand in a circular motion towards the bed, urging the lake water to lay Harry's unconscious body gently on my soft sheets. He collapsed in my bed, body completely still and his face was scrunched up while the water dispersed itself from his body, leaving him dry, and back to the portal that we just came into.

Once we've settled down, I breathed deeply, rubbing the muscle in my forehead. I can feel the incoming migraine forming in my head. Watching his sleepy form, I shook my head while a small smile played on my lips when I heard a soft snore coming from his lips.

I turned around, deciding to leave him alone when suddenly, "Erina.", I furrowed my eyebrows at the sound of my name. My eyes immediately zeroed on Harry, who continued to mumble incoherent words. His face are tensed and moving sideways hysterically, I was afraid he was going to get whiplash, his knuckles whitening while he clenched the white sheet tightly.

"Erina!" this time his voice irked with desperation, his back bowing away from the mattress like he's reaching out for something but he's being held back against his will. Hurrying towards his side, I gripped his shoulders tightly and then shook him awake. "Harry! It's me. I'm here. You're alright. Nobody's going to hurt you"

Is all I said, caressing his face softly, to ease the tension on his forehead. I lay my head gently on his chest, feeling the erratic beating of his heart. My own one clenched tightly when I heard him speak my name again, gently making me close my eyes. I gripped him tighter, letting my body melt into his just as his shaking subsided. His heart thumping softly in my ear lulling me to sleep. And even before darkness consumed me, I felt a hand brushing my hair gently before his voice whispered one last time, "Erina"

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

Incessant, loud knocking woke me up from my deep slumber. I let out a whine, stretching my body while I search for my pillows, ignoring the person behind the door. Curling myself to the mirror, I snuggled my face deeply on the warm surface, letting out a moan of satisfaction when the arms around my waist tightened.

Wait a minute. I don't remember pillows having arms. And I definitely don't remember this being so hard.

My eyes snapped open immediately, letting out a loud squeal of horror when I saw the person beside me, lying in my bed. I rolled around as fast as I can, forgetting the blankets on my waist, to my absolute horror, I felt the white sheets tighten on my foot making me lose my balance and straight to my lovely, cold and very hard floor. A painful groan left my lips the moment my head made contact with the ground, and if it isn't embarrassing enough, my wooden door slammed wide open, almost breaking its hinges, and the person behind came running inside like a bull on fire.

"Erina?" My eyes snapped towards Jaidin who stood dumbfounded in the middle of my room. It must have been an incredulous sight, a Lost boy sleeping in my bed who hasn't even woke up yet despite the thunderous echo of my door and me squealing like a pig in slaughter, and me, sitting on the ground, with hair flying wildly, like a bird decided to make a nest with my head. I couldn't even fathom the look on his face.

"Jaidin!" I jump on my feet but the sheets that were still wrapped in my waist prevented me from moving further, I saw him take a couple of steps back. His bronze eyes snapped back and forth from Harry's sleeping figure, towards his naked chest, then to my disgruntled figure. His eyes assessed me, almost not wanting to believe what he was seeing before they hardened to my dismay.  Without a word, he turned around and strode towards the open door. Cursing under my breath, I unwrapped the blanket away from it. "Stupid sheets"