Terrible Things [h.s.]

Chapter 7

Songs for this chapter:

>State of Grace - Taylor Swift

>Wildfire - Ben Rector

>The Only One - Parachute

The warm water on the back of my neck and shoulders gave me the relief I had been needing. Sighing, I turned around and let the water run down my chest and stomach. 

I heard the bathroom door open, and I knew Harry had stepped in. After a few moments, the shower curtain parted and he stepped into the shower behind me. 

I tried not to look at his naked body. I knew that if I did, the relaxation and relief I was feeling would be replaced with excitement and energy and I just wasn't in the mood to mess around. 

Harry wrapped his arms around my torso, resting his hands on my stomach and pressing his chest against my back. His embrace made me feel better as well.

My anxiety lately had been unbearable. I knew it was only a matter of time before I broke, but for now I was okay. 

"Are you gonna be okay, baby girl?" Harry asked in a quiet voice.

I nodded. I didn't want to speak, in fear of breathing too deep and triggering an anxiety attack. 

"Good," he whispered.

I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and sighed. 

"I'm sorry for getting up sp fast," I muttered quietly.

"It's okay, I know how showers help calm you down."

I turned around to face Harry and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. He hugged me back, and we stood there for a few minutes under the warm water before I felt my heart rate speed up, and suddenly I couldn't breathe.

I gasped for air, and looked up at Harry. He had panic in my eyes, and I felet sorry for worrying him so much.

“It’s gonna be okay baby, it’s gonna be okay, I promise,” he said quickly.

I tried to nod, but my head was spinning and I was too dizzy. I lost all my focus, and I grasped onto Harry, refusing to let go. I tried to breathe deep, breathe in, out, in, out, but it just wasn’t working. I felt my knees give out and I tightened my hold on Harry.

Tears began streaming down my face. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. I was so happy with my life, with everything, with Harry and Willow and Niall, but my anxiety attacks were still coming, day after day after day.

“Help, please, Harry, god dammit, fix me,” I whispered.

I felt Harry scoop my body up into his arms bridal style. I couldn’t see where he was taking me; I couldn’t see anything. I tried to focus on opening my eyes, but I couldn’t. It was no use.