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Chapter 11 (Catherine's P.O.V.)
Due to Delia's random outbursts during her nightmares, I traveled out to the living room, dragging the comforter from my bed too. I curled up on the couch, wrapping the comforter around me.
And let me tell you, this couch is hard to sleep on! It curves and every time I roll over I almost fall off!
I continued rolling on the couch, trying to sleep in a better position. When I didn't find my ideal position, I gave up. I groaned and the couch with the palms of my hands and then sat up.
"Having fun?" I jumped a bit, hearing the sound of someone else's voice. I turned my head to where Harry stood in front of the couch.
"Oh…it's you…" I said as I positioned the comforter over my lap and leaned against the head rest.
"Man, you make it sound like a bad thing." He said as he walked over and sat next to me on the couch. I immediately scooted away from him. "What, still believe in coodies?"
"Of course not!" I scoffed. He then rested his arm on the head rest behind me. I couldn't help but cringe.
"Then why do you keep jumping?" He asked with a smirk as he inched closer.
"Because I don't want to catch your vile body odor." I lied. Really, he smelled of cologne. It wasn't too strong; it was perfect, just like his body. Oh, and did I mention he wasn't wearing a shirt and I couldn't help but stare at his toned abs.
"Ha, whatever you say…" My eyes traveled up to his own eyes and I realized he was watching my eyes the whole time!
I immediately looked away from him. A blush was creeping on my face and there was no way I wanted him to see it.
"So, what are you doing here?" He asked me.
"Delia is talking in her sleep. I couldn't sleep so I came out here, hoping it would help. It didn't though." I explained, still looking away from him.
"Yeah, well the couch is really only for style, not comfort." He laughed. We soon fell into an awkward silence. I didn't enjoy it so I decided to speak up.
"So…what are you doing up so late?" I finally asked.
"Oh, uh, the guys and I are staying up to make sure Dougie gets his sleep. Lately he's been getting up and searching for criminals, and then he'd go out by himself and catch them."
"That's crazy…" He nodded.
"That's what he gets for training with Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne."
"Oh…" Again, we fell in an awkward silence. Only this time, it wasn't me to break the silence.
"Well, I better go check on Dougie…" He stood up and I noticed the scars on his back where it looked like wings once belonged there.
"Wait!" I jumped off the couch and was now touching his scars. "What are these from?"
"My wings…they had to be removed to act like a normal human. I'm the only citizen from Thanagar who has removed their wings. Ow my wings are attached to a harness I wear. Besides, what drummers out there have wigs?" I continued touching the light pink scars.
"That's terrible…I'd still like you with your wings…" I then realized my feelings had slipped out. I was waiting for him to laugh at me, but he didn't.
Instead, he reached behind him and grabbed my wrists, as he spun around to face me. His lips were soon attached to mine. He was kissing me, and with so much passion, I thought my lips were going to bruise! I didn't care though, I just kissed him back.
"Thank…you…" He said between kisses. I didn't have time to speak between my own kisses.
Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking stopped our intense make-out session. We both looked over to Kayla's room where the sound came from and then looked back at each other.
"Kayla…" He whispered to me. We both ran to the door and I began hitting the door with my small fists.
"Kayla, open up!" I yelled through the door.
"Watch out." Harry lightly pushed me out of the way. Then he ran full speed into the door, ripping it from its hinges, and falling to the floor.
When we ran in, we found the bedroom window shattered. Glass was scattered everywhere. The only thing that was missing…was Kayla.