Always

6| What Happened

Greyson

I can't stop pacing around the living room.

I made a little joke and she look like she was about to completely fall apart. Her skin paled completely. I've never saw anything like that before.

I didn't mean for her to react that way. Why did she react that way. I said that kinda stuff to her all the time and she just ignored it. Sure it's been a really long time but it was just a joke.

Just a joke.

It's been about 7 minutes since she went in there and I'm scared. I go to knock on the door to make sure she's still okay but all I hear is the tap. I can't just barge in for obvious reasons but it's been running for some time now.

I knock. Nothing. I wait.

"Allison are you okay in there?" Nothing. I wait.

"I'm coming in." Nothing.

I open the door and a familiar panic rises through me. She just lied there on the floor completely unconscious. I immediately turn off the tap and check to make sure she was still breathing. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom immediately.

I took off her shoes, placed her on my bed and ran into my bathroom that's connected to my room. I dampened a cloth with cold water and wiped her face until her furrowed eyebrows loosened.

I ran my fingers through her hair for a really long time calming her. She shuffled a bit before murmuring 'goodnight' and falling asleep. I placed a blanket over her and finally retreated downstairs.

***

Allison

I wake up in my dark room with a mild headache. I feel so much better than I did before the anxiety attack I had in Greyson's bathroom.

Holy shit.

I had a freaking anxiety attack in Greyson's bathroom.

I sit up briskly, not moving too fast wary of my headache in search of my phone that's always on my nightstand. I need to text Greyson and...apologize for leaving without finishing the project.

It doesn't sound right. But I'm home so that's probably what happened. I'm beyond confused when I lean over to reach my nightstand and not feel anything. I lean further towards the nightstand or lack there of, tumbling right out of my bed and onto the cold wooden floor.

Wooden floor?

Maybe this is dream? A side affect of the anxiety attack maybe? I haven't had one in a while so it made sense. That's the only plausible explanation for there being a wooden floor beneath me, and not a fluffy white carpet. Yeah, I'm definitely just hallucinating, and it'll all be over soon.

And then it all hit me like a train. The smell of him completely infatuated my senses and I realize that I'm not home.

I never left Greyson's.

Fucking great.

A/N:
Okay so that happened... wow.
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