Miss You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 39

*not edited

Melanie

Chilling winds nape at my skin as I walk down the hard pavement. My mouth is dry, desperately needing a sip of water. My heart races as feet shuffle up behind me. They move quicker and quicker, trying to catch up to me. My legs burn as I run down the dark street. Shriveling breaths fall from my lips, turning the corner, dashing into a creepy alleyway that smells like dead animals. I run until I reach a tall brick wall—a dead end.

I hyperventilate as the tall, broad man backs me into a corner. I have nowhere to run. This is it. His ski mask covers his face, but his bright and malicious grey eyes beam into me. I sense a wicked grin underneath as he mentally laughs at my expense. He charges towards me and chokes me, and I struggle out of his grasps, losing oxygen. Falling on the ground, I hit my head on the pavement. I groan, trying to get up, but the man gets on top of me. I struggle to get out of his hold but fail miserably as he pins me to the ground and straddles my waist, trapping me underneath him.

"Please let me go!" I shout, tears falling from my eyes. He lowly laugh before pulling out a knife from his back pocket, my eyes widened at the blade and beg him to stop.

"Help! Someone help me! Please!" I scream. It's useless though no one is around.

"Shut up bitch," he smacks me across the face, and I feel the terrible sting on my cheek. The man then jabs the knife in my abdomen two times and once in my leg, and my body goes in agonizing pain. The sick bastard stands laughing before bending down and finally speaking.

"Burn in hell, whore!" The man spits.

I jolt up in my bed as my heart races. It was a nightmare. Again. I've had the same one all week, and I can't go back to sleep afterward. The thing about this nightmare it's much scarier than what actually happened. I at least had some hope someone will come to save me, but in the nightmare, I'm completely alone. He lives me to die.

Since I remembered more of the accident, I told the cops. And they found the pocketknife with my blood on it not too far from the crime scene. It must've fallen out of his pocket when he ran away. I'm glad since this might be the only good piece of evidence to find the guy.

Looking over at the clock, it's 2 am. I get up and walk across the hall to Harry's room. I'd hate to ask him this, but I need some sleep, and maybe with someone else with me, I won't have the nightmare again. I quietly step into the room where light snores come from Harry. I make sure to watch where I step so I don't trip and make a lot of noise. I rather just sleep without him knowing, and we can talk about it in the morning. I successfully get into the bed and lay behind Harry's back. Soon as I was about to fall asleep, Harry turns around, so his frontside was touching my backside. I turn my head around, but he's still sound asleep. I try to ignore it as he puts his arm around me.

Just go to sleep, Melanie.

I repeat over and over again. However, he pulls me in closer, and I swear he was to be awake and is messing with me. I slowly turn my head, and Harry is still sound asleep. Maybe it's like a reflex. After a couple of minutes, I finally managed to fall asleep.

In the morning, I wake up feeling a little embarrassed. Somehow during the night, I started lying on Harry's chest. It would've been fine if I left before he woke up, but he was staring at me when I woke up.

"Uh, sorry, this looks bad," I nervously laugh.

"Mel, if you wanted to get in bed with me, all you had to do was ask," Harry smirks, enjoying this right now.

"Well, I had a very good reason."

"Which is?"

"I had a nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep."