Harry and I walked in to the living room. Edna and John had gone to the shops, Karen and Michael went on a walk, so it was just Harry and me. We sat on the couch and turned on the TV. I lay my legs across his lap, and he just smiles at me.
“Are you quite comfortable?” He asked.
“So do you want to tell me why you woke up at three in the morning having a panic attack?”
“I just had a bad dream really,”
“What was this bad dream about?”
“Standard nightmare I guess; being chased by someone with a knife you know. But the thing is, I thought you were supposed to wake up before you get killed, I woke up because I got killed,”
Harry’s legs tensed beneath mine.
“Where were you getting chased at?” He asked.
“The hospital; it was really dark and there was no one there. Then this hooded man comes out of nowhere with a knife. Then his hood fell and it was that guy that was staring at me from the hospital; the guy that was tall, tan, stubbly, and had a lot of tattoos. He stabbed me, the knife felt so real. It hurt so much,”
I hadn’t realized I had started crying until Harry wiped away a stray tear. He pulled me close and just held me. The dream, the knife, the man, it just all felt so real. It’s been months since that incident in the alley, and I’m stuck in the witness protection program and the killer is still out there. It’s mid-September now, and I can’t make any money because I can’t even go to work. I’ve manage to drag Harry and Kate into all of this and they shouldn’t have to live like this because of me.
Now, I was crying harder. Harry soothingly rubbed his hand up and down my back. I took deep breaths, not needing another panic attack right now. Soon, I was calmed down, but I didn’t move from Harry’s embrace.
“Are you okay now,” He asked worriedly.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said hoping I was right.
He was about to say something when Kate and Michael came through the door. They were all smiles and giggles. It was almost too adorable to handle.
“Aww, look at the happy couple,” I said making Kate blush a deep shade of red.
Michael just smiled at Kate, admiring her blush. The new Michael is perfect for Kate, and if they aren’t together they need to get together soon. Kate walked over and sat next to me.
“Hey, are you okay,” she whispered to me.
“Yeah, thanks for helping me last night, it really means a lot.”
“That’s what friends are for right,”
I nodded and smiled. Butter came and jumped onto my lap. She nudged against my hand, she’s just checking to see if I’m okay too. The whole ruckus this morning scared her. I pet her and laid my head on Harry’s shoulder.
All of us just sat there until Edna and John came back with food. We all practically ran to get the KFC that they had brought back. We must have looked like little children instead of grown adults.
Harry stayed extra close to me. In fact everyone was watching me, like I might just have a panic attack out of nowhere. I hated the feeling of all this attention. I looked down at my plate. Everyone was waiting for something to happen.
“Can you please not stare at me?” I said quietly.
Everyone turned to look at their food. I hate attention and because of one little scare, everyone is afraid I’ll have another panic attack.
“I’ve order you more pills,” Kate said.
I nodded, not really wanting to talk about my anxiety in front of everyone. I could feel Harry’s gaze from next to me. Michael awkwardly sat there, not knowing the events of the previous night.
We continued to eat in silence. After I was finished I got up from my seat and went up to my room, leaving everyone in the kitchen. I could hear the screeching of Harry’s chair on the floor and he followed me.
“Brigh, are you okay,”
“I’m fine, will people stop asking me that. I’m fucking fine,” I snapped.
“I’m sorry; I know it must be annoying,”
I didn’t say anything; he just sat on the bed next to me. He grabbed me hand and I rested my head on his shoulder.
“You know, we’re going to get through all of this,”
“I hope; as long as you’re here,”
“I won’t be leaving anytime soon. I’ve said this so many times and I mean it, I will protect you and no one with get the chance to hurt you,”
“I’m sorry for snapping earlier, I just don’t like all of the attention,”
“It’s okay, I understand. If it was me I would snap too,”
“Let’s just forget about what happened last night. It was a panic attack and I’m getting more medicine so it won’t get that bad.”
“Okay, how about we go to the cinema and just enjoy a nice film,”
“I guess, that sounds nice,” I said smiling.
He went downstairs so I can get ready. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I put on black skinny jeans, a loose white t-shirt, a leather jacket, and my combat boots. I blow-dried my hair and put it into a high ponytail. I put on some concealer, which I desperately needed for under my eyes, then some eyeliner and mascara.
After that I walked downstairs and over to Harry.
“Alright, so we’re going to watch a film, we should be back in a few hours,” I said to Edna, John, Kate, and Michael.
“Okay, just be careful,” Edna said.
We walked out and got into Edna and John’s car. The drive to the cinema was somewhat silent, with the radio playing softly in the back. It was a sort of peaceful silence. We arrived to the cinema and tried to decide of a movie to watch. We finally decided to watch ‘The Amazing Spiderman 3’.
In the middle of the movie I felt Harry grab my hand. I couldn’t keep the smile from spreading across my face, and I could see him smiling from the corner of my eye. The movie was actually quite amazing (no pun intended).
After the movie was over we headed back to the car.
“That was a pretty good movie if I do say so myself,” I said as he started the car.
“I didn’t like it,”
“Awe why not?”
“You were practically drooling over Andrew Garfield the entire movie,”
“Awe is someone jealous,” I said like I was speaking to a child.
“I’m not jealous,” he said pouting.
“I think you are,” I said leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek.
Before my lips made contact with his cheek, he turned his head making me kiss his lips instead. He placed a hand on my cheek and deepened the kiss. His lips trailed from my mouth to my jawline then to my neck.
“H-Harry, we’re in the middle of a cinema parking lot,”
I felt him smile against my neck before he pulled away.
“You are quite the fantastic kisser Miss Nixon,”
“You’re not too bad yourself Mr. Styles,”
“We should probably get back before they start to worry,”
I nodded and leaned back into my seat. His kissed are literally the most amazing things in the world. They’re the kind of kissed that linger on my lips for days. They are the kisses that I will remember for a long time. I don’t want to kiss anyone else ever again because nothing can compare to the feeling of his lips on mine.
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