Dear Heart

Blood

ELA'S POV-

The blood dripping down Harry's arm, causes fear to fill my head. My anxiety starts rising to the point, of an anxiety attack. I can't have one, not now, not here. The situation is already bad, this will just make it worse. But I can't stop it. Before I can say anything, I'm gasping for breath, as I clutch my shirt in my first.

If it wasn't for the text I got earlier, I wouldn't be in this situation. Harry wouldn't be standing at my door staring at me, with blood dripping from his arm. But I just had to get that text. That one shitty text. That ONE fucking text.

"Ela! Ela! What's wrong?" Harry asks, his worry making me freak out more.

"Ela! Calm down!" Harry starts to console me. Trying to help, but I'm already to far into the anxiety attack to listen.

My body's trembling, and my heart's racing. It hurts to breath, let alone gasp for breath. My body's hot, but it's cold at the same time. I know if don't get my anxiety under control, I'm going to faint. But I can't seem to move, it's as if my brain has shut off. The only thing I can think of is that one text. The words are circling around my brain, and jabbing at my lungs. Provoking me to breath heavier. It feels like the words are screaming at me, trying to get me to faint. Just those eleven words, stabbing my brain over and over again.

Even though Harry is bleeding, he's trying to calm me down. He's hugging me, rubbing my back, and telling me everything's going to be alright. Little does he know I'm ignoring him.

"It's your fault he's bleeding. Why'd you lock him out of the house? He could've been fine! But you had to pull a prank!" The voices in my head are screaming at me. Blaming everything on me.

"It's not my fault! I told Niall to let him in, when Harry was in the backyard." I think to myself. Trying to get the voices to shut up.

"I'm sorry to inform you but your mother has been murdered. MURDERED. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! You scared her away. Chased her straight out of the house! Great going!! What are you?" The voices get uglier and louder, until I'm curled up in a ball, chanting sorry as they laugh.

My breathing is heavier, and if I don't stop soon, I'll pass out. I try telling myself this, but my brain shuts off. Waiting for something familiar and comforting to wrap around me. Usually my brother would be here, or I could calm myself... but not this time.

"In and out. Deep breaths." Harry says. His voice finally breaking through the thick fog my brain has created.

He wraps my quilt around me, pulling my body into his lap. Soon enough his arms are wrapped around me, and he's rocking me back and forth gently. His actions calm me, and my brain wakes up. Memories of my Father doing this, when I was younger fill my brain. In the matter of minutes I'm breathing normally again, my head rests on Harry's chest as I fall asleep. His arm is bandaged, and cleaned making me feel better.

"Thank you." I whisper to Harry. Hugging him tighter I close my eyes, as I drift to sleep.
"Anything for you." I hear Harry softly mumble, before I'm out cold.

I only hope, I didn't imagine the love, and care in his voice.

There you go! Sorry is late! There's been a lot of things going on, and I haven't had time to write. But don't fret another chapter will be up soon!

-Anonymouser