An ambulance raced passed me, swirling lights atop the hood lit the apartments as it passed by, siren screaming, echoing off roof tops. A wave of panic hit me. I was dressed in pajama pants, the ones with penguins on it, and a college T-shirt I'd receive in the mail from New York University. There were no socks warming my feet, only the rough soles of my old tennis shoes. My hair was a disaster and covering my shoulders was a random hoody I had thrown on in a rush. Nothing was registering in my brain, not the sights, the chilly night air, or the severity of the situation. I only had his image running through my mind.

I immediately lost control of my feet, as I bolted down the sidewalk after the raging ambulance. Fatigue never over took me, as I came upon my fifth block, still sprinting. Debris covered the street and sidewalk, police were scattered, searching through the rubble that had once been cars. One, though shredded and crumpled, I recognized automatically. Pushing past officers, I raced to the drivers side, crouching down to look inside.

"Jesse!" I yelled over the noise, searching frantically for his face.

A bloody head lolled to the side, gazing at me through the broken glass.

"Kira..." His gaze began to fall, eyes rolling in there sockets.

"Jesse, oh thank heaves," Tears ran down my cheeks, chilling the skin. "Don't worry, they'll get you out of here, you'll be just fine."

The more I spoke, the more it sounded like I was trying to reassure myself of his recovery.

"Kira...I...I don't feel a thing." his bloody face smiled, speech slurred, breathe difficult and scratchy.

"No, no, don't leave me Jess." Panic hit. "C'mon...stay. Stay with me, Kara, Chase, and Marry. They all need you. Please just stay." I began listing family members, anything to have him hang on longer.

His scarlet head, leaned forward dangerously. Then he completely let go.

"Excuse me ma'am, we're going to need you to leave." two officers approached me.

"Please, I'd just like a few more minutes—"

"No, now."

"But— no!" I clung to the side of the cab, as they pulled me away from him. Quickly, I reached for his hand, taking the class ring from his finger-the only piece of jewelry he ever wore-, before their strength overtook me.

"Jesse!" I screamed on last time, he couldn't be dead. There's no way...

No response came from his unmoving body.

"Jesse..." I began to cry, as I let the officers take me away. Any place was better than here.

"Jesse!" I awoke in a fright, screaming.

Beads of sweat covered my brow, as I shot up, sitting upright, breathing heavily. Over my sobs, I heard a loud thud outside of my doorway. Immediately, the door thrust open. Harry, wide awake, stood alertly, then advanced towards me. He was shirtless, in only a pair of baggy shorts. It took him a moment to register what was going on, no doubt he probably had a more gruesome imagination in mind, before he sat on my bed cross-legged . I hid my face in my hands, ashamed to have gotten afraid of a nightmare. What was I? Five?

"Kira?" He rested his huge hand comfortingly upon my head. "C'mon, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's nothing," I tried to compose myself, but I couldn't control the hysteria of it's realty.

"Come here," Harry pulled me towards him, into his lap, cradling me.

He rocked me back and forth, gently stroking my hair, in an attempt to calm me down.

"Jesse, he—he..." I couldn't continue. Tears rolled uncontrollably from my eyes.

"Shhh...shhh...There, there. Calm down love."

I tried hard to control my hysteric breathing, by listening to his heart. I could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest, as the talked. As I breathed in sync with his heartbeat, his sweet scent filled my lungs; it wasn't cologne though. Like the scent of his clothes, it was simply Harry's own. The warmth coming off his skin sent me into shivers and goosebumps. I was safe.

"Better now?" His voice rumbled.

I nodded, afraid to hear my own voice.

"Now what was all that about?" he looked down at me, and I dared to meet his gaze.

I loved that most about him, besides his scent that is, his beautiful blue eyes. Almost as if I was hypnotized, I explained to Harry my dream in full detail. He never interrupted me. When I was done with my tale, he gave me one last hug and stood.

"Where are you going?" I questioned, as he began to tuck me in.

"I'm going to make you some hot chocolate, then I'm going back to bed." He then kissed me on my forehead. I loved it.

"Don't go." I randomly yelled.

Where'd that come from? Of course I was thinking it, I felt protected around him, completely safe. Since when did my thoughts have a mind of their own enough to speak themselves? Scary...

"And why not?"

"I just...I—"

"Just spit it out." he laughed.

"I'm scared alright. I know it's sounds like such a two-year-old thing to say, but it's just..." I began to ramble. "I don't want to have that nightmare again, cause I usually have nightmares twice in one night and then I cant get to sleep. And well...I feel safe when you're around..." I hung my head embarrassed.

Oh yeah, I'd just blown it. Now he's gonna think I'm a freak, and kick me out right now.

"Well..." he nudged.

"Well, what?" I spoke angrily, mad at myself.

"I'll be right back."

He soon returned with the comforter from his bed and a pillow, setting himself up a bed on the floor right next to the bed.

"One sec." he held up a finger.

Harry came back with two mugs of cocoa in hand, passing one over to me, he sat down on the makeshift bed.

"You know, you don't have to do this Harry." I sipped at the cocoa.

"Yeah, I know." he smiled over his mug. "But I want to. Besides, I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather have a sleepover with."

I don't know how long we sat there talking, but eventually we ran out of refreshments. Putting our cups on the nightstand, Harry stood, turning off the lights.

"Thank you, Harry." I spoke quietly, as he tucked me in gently. I couldn't see him, it was too dark and my eyes hadn't yet adjusted.

His hands stopped on either side of me. I could feel the bed sink in under where his hands pressed into the mattress. The smell of hot chocolate developed in a sweet aroma around my face. My eyes began to see through the black, and I saw the outline of his face, so very close to mine.

"You're welcome." He spoke gently, before closing the gap between us, and giving me the sweetest, most delicate, and intoxicating I've ever had.

Slowly he pulled away, and a smile tugged at my lips.

"Goodnight Kira."

"'Night Harry."

I don't think I've ever had a better dream or sleep than I did that night.