Do you remember summer 09?

Harry Styles was my everything. But it’s been almost 3 years when we last saw each other. Why couldn’t I move on? I heard he had already. Harry was on a band now. It was just so hard to let go. I'm 18 and homeless. Worst part of it all, i used to have a great life, but that curly boy showed up and changed everything. I thought everything was lost. But one day as i walked down the cold streets of London, i saw him again. Followed by some girls and paparazzi. Would he recognize me?


11. Panic attack.

"We are here" Zany's sweet voice spoke as he searched my face. My eyes widened when I saw we weren't talking about a house but a beautiful big mansion instead. "Common, I don't bite" 

  The tears on my eyes made me a little ashamed. I tried to hide them but as hard as I tried the sobbing wouldn't stop. Zayn turned, facing my front which allowed him to see my swollen eyes. Once again I turned to hide my wet face, but there was no point, he had seen the tears already. "Its okay princes, if you want to let it out just know I'm here for you" There was something about Zayn that I found really sweet. He was so carrying, a little too much. 

  He came closer and soon I felt his warm fingers passing through my wet skin. His eyes locked to mine "its alright babe, don't cry" soft fingerprints traced my face and he sweetly cleaned the tears. He gave me a swift kiss on my forehead and once again encouraged me too enter his "house" 

 "Thats a big house you got there" I said laughing, trying to convince myself I was better now. I heard a small chuckle coming from Zayn "yeah, its pretty big"    We both entered and that was when I noticed a clock. As I read the time my eyes widened, this time a little bigger and slightly more impressed than before. "Is it 3 am already?" I asked shocked "yeah, its pretty late, why don't we get some rest? You can sleep on the guest room its right there by your left" a large hand indicated a door by my left. I was so glad Zayn was there with me, taking care of me like if we've know each other for Years. Truth was we barely knew each other, but Zayn was special, he was an angel. My angel.


"Here, have this shirt. Its a little too big! I hope you wont mind" I grabbed the big piece of clothing and chuckled "its fine Zayn, you're already doing too much" he laughed and closed the door allowing me to change. His big shirt gave away the obviousness of my small figure. 

  The door knob suddlendly opened slightly "are you done" "yeah, you can come in now" I said as I made my way to bed "have a good night, if you need me my room is just beside this one" I gave him a weak smile only noticing my sobbing had stopped minutes ago already. My arms wide opened giving him a big tight hug "thanks so much Zayn, you are a lifesaver"  "No problem hon, sweet dreams,  bye" he said, almost whispering, turning the lights off and leaving the room.

 The night went on. The moon light became brighter. However, my mind wouldn't allow me to sleep. I couldnt stop thinking about Harry. I missed our cuddling sessions at night before sleeping. I missed his brown messy curls fluttering against my cheeks, I missed his sweet comforting way of making things feel okay. I missed him.   

Sudden thoughts appeared in my mind. I was confused and desperate, again. A painful feeling invaded my chest. Heavy breathing caused my chest to rise up and down. A panic attack.   

Tears streaming hysterically through my face, this time the sobbing was much worse, and loud.    The door quickly opened "Becca, whats wrong?!" Desperate hands held me tight "Harry, I need him! Im scared Zayn. If he leaves again ill be left alone, ill be empty! Streets will be my home again" my tone started to rise fiercely "calm down, I wont leave you. I wont let that happen to you! Im not like harry, I dot make that kind of mistakes" Zany's orbs turned red, a tear was about to exit his eye. "Can I sleep with you" with no second thoughts, with no hesitation, i just asked him straight away. The fear of loneliness was worse than loneliness itself, and loneliness was the last thing I wanted to struggle at the time being.    

Soon we found ourselves covered on the duvet. The whole situation was very stressful. The noise of my heart beating could be heard across the silent room. Zany's arm wrapped me as he pulled me closer into his chest. Soon I realized I had reached a state of calmness id never witnessed before. A deep feeling of unquestionable peacefulness. A last sight mumbled out of my moth before I found myself almost asleep. "You are too precious to let go" he whispered into my ear. I could feel myself smiling at the same time I felt a big grin tracing Zany's visage. Soon, our bodies reached full peacefulness, as we both fall asleep.

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