Trust (One Direction Fan Fiction)[ON HOLD]

Chapter 6

In a moment of panic, I practically jumped out of the sofa and started running towards the door. My trembling hands found their way to the doorknob and I flung it open, greeted by the cold wind. I shuddered internally and only one thought was running constantly through my head.

Run.

My surroundings were blurry images as I breezed past other houses. My feet were crashing against the cold cement pavement but I couldn't concentrate on the stinging pain shooting through my legs. My thoughts were all muddled up and I couldn't concentrate on anything at all in fact. My heart was pounding crazily; crashing against my ribcage.

Before I even knew it, I came to the forest. I pushed the bushes apart and entered the ugly place. I found my trusty big tree and climbed quickly, sitting on one of the branches. As my legs hung off the branch, I took a deep breath and stopped wheezing like an old crusty man.

Concentrating on my heart, I forced it to calm down. I breathed in deeper and closed my eyes, squeezing the branch with my hands. I ignored the splinters poking right beneath my nails and the bruises on my legs. I let frustrated tears escape my eyes and let out a strangled groan.

What the hell was I doing?! Why was I in an ugly deserted forest instead of my home? Oh right, because there were five fucking strangers. Yep, that sure did put things in perspective. Technically they weren't really strangers; I knew they were a fucking big boy band every teenage hormonal girl dreamt of kissing and marrying, but they weren't exactly fucking best friends.

I groaned yet again. I should seriously stop with the swearing. It wasn't easy peasy lemon squeezy with my heartbeat increasing rapidly, threatening to crawl its way to my throat. Oh and the fact that I just realised five young men found my house when I fucking swore I didn't tell them my address. So to put it in short, my mind was telling me not to freak out even though there were five stalkers in my house. Mhm that made so much sense. I wanted rub my eyes on sandpaper so badly. I was sitting in a lonely forest having a self-fight in my mind. There you have it, the accurate definition of insanity.

My own sarcasm screaming in my face wasn't helping me calm down. I rubbed my temple with my fingertips, careful not to fall off the branch and took another breath. Deep breaths weren't helping me too, in fact nothing was helping me. The headache got even more massive with every passing second. It felt like a crazy rat was running in my head, found out that it was trapped in there and tried scratching its way out. Disturbing way to phrase it, I know, but it expressed the horrible pain building in my mind. I rubbed harder still, trying to block out the sounds in the forest.

"Skylar!"

My eyes snapped open and I fell off the branch, falling hard on my ass. I hissed, my ass stinging horribly. I stood up slowly, rubbing my butt painfully and glanced at my surroundings nervously. How the hell did anyone find me here? Practically nobody ever came here! The ugliness and the terrible smell of death prevented anyone from coming in. I crouched down low and hid behind a tree, hoping with all my heart that no one would find where I was hiding.

"Skylar! Are you out here?" A husky voice rang through the forest and I instantly recognized it as Curly F- Harry's voice. I mentally cursed, this call sounding closer than before. I scooted closer to another tree which was bigger than the previous one I was hiding behind when the most horrifying cliche thing happened. My leg crunched on a huge twig, nearly passing off as a baby branch, the sound amplifying in the silence. Normally I wouldn't have cared at all because it was pretty normal to break twigs and just continued whatever I was running from/to.

I felt my stomach tighten as I heard feet stepping onto dried leaves, sensing that Harry was getting closer. I sighed, frustrated at the fact that he was getting closer. Didn't he get the fucking clue that, since I didn't run to him, I wanted to left be alone?! Stupid boy. I shook my head disapprovingly, he wasn't just a normal boy, he was a fucking stalker who probably wanted to rape me. In a fucking deserted forest. My heart was beating faster than ever, and finally when a shadow loomed over me, I actually felt the blood draining from my face. I stood up abruptly and saw a pair of green orbs for a hasty second, before I took off again.