In Your Wildest Dreams

Tiffany never had any luck. She was the good girl that always ended up with the wrong boy. After her last relationship comes to a messy end, she's given up not only on love but also life. However, chance brings her to someone who is about to change her mind on everything...and bring her wildest dreams to life.


13. Chapter 12

He took a step toward me and I felt my heart rate rapidly increase.  My heart was almost jumping out of my chest.  Who would have ever thought I would find myself in this situation?!  When I wanted to meet the boys, this was not what I had in mind.  I immediately stepped away from Harry and pressed my arm back to my side.  I watched him as he continued walking towards me; his eyes blank.  I couldn’t tell if he was angry or disappointed.  Disappointed?  Why in the Hell would he be disappointed?! 

“I have to go,” I stammered.

I turned to leave, but was stopped by a tight grip on my shoulder.  I shuddered from his touch.

“No,” he growled.

I was silent.  I didn’t know what to say and wasn’t even sure what to do.  Harry had completely taken over the situation.  I was petrified.  I felt his other hand come down on my opposite shoulder and obeyed as he turned me around to face him.  His face was stone, but the fire was now blazing in his eyes.  They went from a beautiful emerald to something dark and murky, almost black.  It was unnerving. 

“Why,” he muttered, “why would you do this?”  He pointed to my arm.

I was taken by surprise by that question.  Why would he even care?  I didn’t know how to answer; there were so many reasons why I cut.  And I’d done it for so long that I didn’t know how to explain it.

“You wouldn’t understand,” I replied.

“Try me.”

I took a deep breath, “I-it…it just makes me feel better.  It makes the pain go away,” I pointed to my heart, “in here.”

He frowned and grabbed my hand.  I inhaled sharply, taken aback by this gesture.  Anyone who knew my secret was disgusted by it, but him, he wasn’t.  His skin was smooth; exactly what I had always imagined it would feel like.  With his other hand, he lifted my chin to look him directly in his eyes.  He is so beautiful.  His hair was tousled, a curl floating over his right eye, which was now again an emerald green.  My breath hitched as he pulled me closer and, for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me.  I closed my eyes in anticipation and shivered as his fingertips brushed my cheek.

“Harry!” a loud voice boomed.

“Damn,” Harry muttered, quickly pulling away from me.  Disappointed, I looked down at the ground.  In the process, I caught a glimpse at my phone; it blinked 6:30 pm.  Shit!  I needed to get back before the concert started in a half hour.  Laura was probably going nuts!

“The concert” we both mumbled in unison.

“What?” Harry asked.

“I, um…the concert,” I replied, pointing at him.  I was embarrassed to admit that I was going to the One Direction concert.  I figured him knowing that would make him look at me differently; like I was some crazed fan instead of just, well, me.

“My concert?” he inquired.

I nodded sheepishly.

“Harry!  C’mon!” the voice yelled impatiently.

He looked over at me, his face blank again.  I hated not knowing what he was thinking.  I was usually good at reading people’s emotions, but not his.

“We’ll continue this later,” he growled at me.  And then, he was gone. 

What did that even mean?  I was confused and lost, standing there alone, absolutely stunned.  What the Hell just happened?


My phone buzzed in my hand, breaking me out of my stupor.  I looked down at it; Laura was calling me.

“Hello?” I answered, quickly leaving the alley and heading back toward the venue.

“Where the Hell are you? she yelled.  “I texted you like 20 times!”

“What?” I pulled my phone away and looked at the screen.  Indeed, I had a bunch of missed text messages blinking at me.  I hadn’t even felt or heard my phone go off.

“Sorry,” I muttered, “I didn’t hear my phone.”

“Doesn’t matter, just back here!  I’m inside.  The doors opened an hour ago and the show starts in like 20 minutes!”

“I’m on my way!”

“See you soon!  Oh, and you have some explaining to do!” 

I started running, trying to cover as much distance as possible in a short amount of time.  My nerves were on edge about Laura’s statement.  What was I supposed to tell her?  Did I even tell her anything?  I should have been excited about my encounter with Harry, but I was just weirded out by the whole thing.  It had all happened so fast; I wasn’t even sure what to make of it all.  I finally reached the venue, rushed through the doors, and handed my ticket to the security guard.  He scanned it and sent me on my way.  After a few minutes of navigating around the arena, I spotted Laura.  I came up behind her, tapping her on the shoulder.  She jumped and whirled around to look at me, glaring intensely.  I worked hard to hold back a laugh.

“Finally!” she nearly screamed, “What happened to you?”

I instantly became nervous, thinking she had seen my arm.  I held it closer to my side, attempting to hide my wounds from sight.

“What?” I asked nervously.

“You were gone forever.

“Oh,” I laughed in relief, “I…uh…”

The lights dimmed, interrupting me, and screams erupted throughout the arena.

“Tell me after!” Laura yelled excitedly.

I nodded and looked forward to the stage.  In spite of my situation with Harry earlier, I was still brimming with excitement about the concert.  It was time.

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