Twisted

Chapter 27: Backfire

I woke up with no surprise, drenched in sweat from the recurring horrible nightmare as I always have. Taking a few deep breaths, I drank from the glass of water resting on the table, trying to calm myself.

Why can't I have a single day where I don't wake up drenched in sweat or out of breath? Those horrible moments just keep replaying in my head. Despite my best efforts to forget them. They just won't go away. I wish I could just have that memory removed from my head, but unless I stumble upon a vampire and bargain a deal to compel away my memories, unfortunately, it can't happen.

The unfamiliar scene caused my eyebrows to furrow, but then I perceived where I was. It's already 7 in the morning, I have a lot to do today. Grocery shopping, preparing breakfast, catching up on classes, cooking lunch, history project, jogging, preparing dinner, finally a few hours of peaceful sleep. Though I hardly doubt getting these things done, as Harry has a history of making things hard for me and sabotaging my perfectly planned out day.

My mind wandered back to the LA trip, where the unexpected rendezvous with the cause of my nightmares stood in front of me and stared me right in the face, catching me off guard and taking me to the edge. Harry came into my room without invitation, helping me with the worst panic attack. 

The following day, the plan was to relax and not think anything related to Sam. And Harry took me on a ride to a best day ever, a tale I plan to tell one day to my future kids, of course leaving the stupid scene which is not worth telling.

How much has changed since? From the moment Harry entered into my life, everything changed drastically. It's like the moment laid eyes on him, in the park, on the first day of school after the summer break, something around me changed. Something in my heart told me my life was never going to be the same.

The alarm sound brought me back from the flashbacks, causing me to groan. Zayn's message chimed in next, to wish me good morning, and another unread message wishing me good night from the night before. I grazed my face in my hands and brushed my hair back after typing a quick text back to him.

'Snap out of it, idiot. You shouldn't be thinking about it. You have a boyfriend, remember? One who loves you and cares for you. So don't be dumb and do exactly why you are staying in this deeply dreaded place, with being nothing but a mere acquaintance to him.'My subconscious taunted. It can be such a pain in the arse sometimes, but that's true. Pfft.

"What is wrong with me?" 

I flopped my head back on the couch and shut my eyes for a brief moment before getting back up. I folded the blanket and placed it neatly on the couch. The room was cluttered with pizza boxes and glasses. Arranging the pillows back on the couch that were covering the ground, and setting the glasses in the sink, I cleaned up the area. I threw the boxes in the trashcan and scrubbed the table with a napkin and a surface cleaner.

I should probably wake Harry up, he needs to eat something and take a tablet. Is he awake? Well, let me spare him some time and take a quick shower.

I dragged myself up to the room, and got into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and immediately took a refreshing bath. I peeked through the room before getting out of the bathroom, just to make sure I don't get a jump scare from Harry. 

I was relieved to see he was not here, and quickly changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a 5sos tee. Then I put my hair into a pony tail, and I gave myself a flying kiss after applying powder to my face. It's nice to appreciate yourself once in a while. Then I grabbed my phone and went out of the room.

I opened the door of Harry's bedroom slowly, he was still asleep. I almost didn't want to wake him up, looking at the peaceful yet infuriating look on his face.