#harrystylesonestots

Alex, Harry, and yourself were on the couch and someone breaks down the front door. Then they barge in with a gun in their hands and march over to the couch where you all were cuddling. Next thing you know, they shoot Harry in the chest and Alex in the head. For what ever reason, they didn't try to shoot you. Almost as if your punishment was to witness your husbands dyeing in front of you and there was nothing you could do about it. When you look over and see their lifeless bodies, you scream. Scream for the killer to come back and just shoot you so you didn't have to live anymore without them. Scream in down right fright.

That's when you end up screaming in real life and not just in your dream. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh." you scream, making Alex and Harry both shoot up from their peaceful state of sleep in a frantic manner.

"Y/n," Harry speaks, "y/n, wake up!" Harry grabs your swinging arms by the wrist and shakes you slightly to have you wake up. His touch and his presence somehow wakes you up from the nightmare and your eyes shot open. Alex gets out of bed and turns on the bedside lamp so they can view you better. Your breathing is erratic and there are tears running down your cheeks.

When you get more conscious and alert that you were just dreaming, you start bawling your eyes out. Sobbing at the relief you feel to see your husbands alive and not dead. Nervously, Harry questions you, "Love, what happened? Are you alright." Both your husbands are shaking themselves. They have never been woken up to you screaming like someone was killing you. It sounded straight out of a horror movie.

You find it hard to spit out your words through your crying and heaving breaths, but manage to spit out, "I...I...... you and you were dead. They shot you. You both. And....and I was so scared." When you finish your explanation, you start crying harder. Like you were reliving the moment. That horrible moment where you thought your life had been changed forever.

"Shhh y/n, it was just a dream." Harry whispers calmly, trying to get you to calm down, "We're fine our love. See? It was a dream." After Harry spoke those words, he lifts your body and rotates you to the middle of the bed, like where you normally sleep anyways. Both Alex and Harry are looking at you worriedly still. You reach up and place one hand on Harry's chest, right where his heart beats and your other hand goes to cradle the back of Alex's head. Right in the locations they'd been shot at in your horrid nightmare.

You just rub the areas gently. Almost as a reassurance that it was in fact just a dream and they were perfectly fine, not shot. Harry and Alex look at each other and then back to you curiously, kind of confused as to why you're rubbing his chest and his head, but don't question it. They just prop themselves on one arm, leaning over your laid down body and let you continue. Then when you've calmed down more, you say, "They shot you in the chest Harry and they shot you in the head," taking to Alex, "and there was blood all over me and I was screaming for the killer to come back. To come back and shoot me too because I couldn't live without you guys. Never ever ever." Your voice cracks again and you break down crying with a new set of tears.

"It's okay babe," Alex mutters to you softly, "me and Harry are fine. We are alive and no one has broke in the house. The doors are all locked and you're safe." Alex brings his unoccupied hand (the one that isn't supporting his weight on the mattress) to your cheek and wipes away a few tears with his thumb.

*This Is A Real Photo of Their Front Door From The House I Assigned For This Series* (just picture it being at night)

You cry out to Alex, "Could you maybe go check. Check downstairs to make sure you locked the doors before bed pleaseee."

"Of course I will baby." Alex replies, bending down to peck a kiss to your lips and begins to get out of bed.

When Alex is out of the bedroom, you turn to Harry and say, "I kinda need to pee now." You're still shaken up due to your nightmare, but your heart rate has decreased a lot and your tears have slowed down and stopped.

"Oh really? And what am I supposed to do about that?" Harry questions back in a cheeky manner.

You put on your child-like voice, the voice you use when you want to be babied by one of your husbands and say, "Cawie me peeesss."

*This Is The Bathrooms POV From Their Bed From The House I Assigned For This Series* (just picture this at night, without all the sunlight)

"Alright, alright. We don't need you weeing in our bed do we! Come ere'." Harry reaches down and picks up your body bridle style and pads across the room to your bathroom with his bare feet. On the way, you rest your head on his shoulder and your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck.

When you make it to the toilet, Harry flips the lid up and puts you down on your feet. You pull your pajama shorts and panties down without hesitation and sit on the toilet, instantly letting the pee trickle out of you. Harry goes to walk away and head back to your bedroom, when you grab at his wrist to stop him. "No stay. Don't want to be in here alone."

Harry should have known that you wouldn't want to be alone after having a bad dream that he and your other husband got murdered. So Harry just stands to the side of the toilet and lets out a tired yawn, waiting for you to finish. You are very comfortable around your husbands, but especially Harry. Peeing in front of him/them isn't a big deal to you and even if it was, you don't think you'd find it in you to care right now because the thought of one of them not with you after what you dreamed, terrifies you.

*This Is What Their Bathroom Counter Looks Like From The House I Assigned For This Series* (just picture that its dark out)

You finish peeing in the toilet and grab a wad of toilet paper to wipe. When you finish wiping your vagina, you stand to pull your underwear and shorts back up and turn around to flush. Then you walk over to the sink and wash your hands quickly. As you wash your hands, you glance at your reflection in the mirror and notice you look horrible. Your hair is in a ratted mess and your eyes are red from crying. But its too early for you to give a shit though.

Once you dry your hands off, you walk in front of a sleepy Harry and reach up with grabby hands, motioning for him to pick you up again. Of course he does. How can he say no to his big baby. This time, instead of caring you bridle style, he carries you clung to his front. Your arms are tightly around his neck and legs are wrapped around his waist. He flips the bathroom lights off and walks back to your king sized bed.

Harry drops you on the soft mattress and you roll over to the middle. The middle that smells of Harry because that's where he was previously sleeping. Just as Harry walks around to slip in the duvet on his side of the bed, Alex comes back in the bedroom, shutting the bedroom door. "The door was locked baby. You're safe alright. WE are safe. Me and Harry would never let anything happen to you and nothing will happen to us either. Okay?!"

Alex and Harry slip under the covers you're already under and Alex turns the lamp off, leaving the room dark again. The time is currently 2:30, meaning you all have been up for 30 minutes exactly. All because of a stupid nightmare. What makes things worse is the guilt you feel knowing that they have to get up at 5:00 am for work.

They scoot their body's over and each lay their heads on your shoulders, tangling all your legs together. You turn to Alex, puckering your lips and whisper, "Kiss." Even though its completely dark, he finds your lips instantly. Then you turn your face to your right side with puckered lips and say, "Kiss." Harry gladly kisses you back, maybe for a second too long.

Harry and Alex rest their hands just below your breast and enclose their fingers together. You take one of your hands and cup the top of their holding hands for comfort and mumble quietly, "Love you both so much."

Then in unison, they reply back, "And we love you." leaving a small kiss on each of your cheeks, before laying their heads back on your shoulders and falling back asleep. Now you feel safe and secure in your husbands embrace. You know the house doors are locked. You know your husbands are breathing and uninjured. You know you're protected by two strong men who love you very much. And when you begin dreaming again, it's all good and peaceful scenarios that make you happy your brain is shut off from reality for a while and knowing you can rest easy.

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