Harry Styles Fanfiction - Remember Me?

Chapter 46

September 2015
**YOUR POV**
I was in LA like the rest of the band. I was at my house and just got out to get something to eat because I was hungry and I couldn't sleep at all. I wasn't usually outside alone during the night, especially not at 2 am in the morning, so this was an exception.

Since I couldn't sleep, I took my time and walked through the streets to the nearest take away that was still open and got what I wanted. Walking felt good and it cleared my head somehow, making me breathe in the chilly air and the wind that was in my hair.

As I finished eating, I made my way back home, but when by doing so, I somehow felt more and more unsafe.
I was alone, no car, no people, no open places anymore. Only the streets lights were on and the wind was blowing.

Even though I came to LA a lot, I was still not really the best at knowing the streets and places of the city, but one thing I knew and that was my way home.

I started walking a little bit faster as I heard a cracking sound far behind me and pulled my jacket tighter together as it got even chillier.

I wasn't sure if I was imagining all this because of watching too many crime documentaries, but to me this felt real and I started to get scared as I heard a person walk up behind me, approaching me rather fast. I could tell immediately it was a man and by taking a glance back at him, I confirmed my thoughts.

I quickly changed the side of the road, looking around if there was a car before I crossed the street and continued walking in the darkness on the other crosswalk.

I let out a deep breath as he stayed on his side of the street, but my relief didn't hold on too long when he suddenly changed the side again and walked behind me...again.

Fuck! I thought. I was being followed. To make sure a hundred percent that I wasn't imagining this, I instantly crossed the street again to go to the other side where I was before, almost running to the crosswalk.

The man was still on the other side, so I took the chance and grabbed my phone, calling the only one that came to my mind right now, Harry. I dialed his number, only noticing how my hands were trembling right now.

„Pick up, pick up, pick up." I whispered to myself as I held the phone to my ear.

„Y/n?" He almost instantly answered the phone to my relief.

„Harry, can you please come get me?" I asked, trying to be as quiet as possible.

„It's 2 am, what are you even doing out at this time?"

„I'll explain later, can you please come get me?" I asked again.

„Where's your boyfriend, can't he come?" He joked around, laughing a little.

„Harry, I'm serious. Someone is following me and gets closer. Please come get me. I crossed the street twice now and he followed me."

„What? Shit! Where are you?"

„I uh...I just passed the little coffee shop we always went to..." I stopped talking as I realized the man crossed the street again and quickly approached me. „Please hurry, he is behind me. Please!" I whispered, my breathing fast as my heart raced and blood and adrenaline pumped through my veins. „Harry? Harry?" I asked as I didn't hear anything and looked at the screen of my phone.

It was dead. I, of course, forgot to charge it.

„Fuck!" I huffed and notices the man sped up.

That was it, I was gonna get raped or kidnapped or mugged. I was never this scared of something or more precisely someone in my life. My breathing was getting faster and faster, finding it more difficult to walk this fast.

He came closer and I automatically walked even faster.

„You won't get away from me." I suddenly heard his voice behind my, making my heart drop and I couldn't breathe properly. Tears were starting to silently run down my cheeks.

His voice was scary, intimidating and disgusting.

I ran. I ran as fast as I could along the street, hoping I would somehow get out of this situation.

„How long is this fucking street?!" I sobbed as it seemed like to never end. I felt like I wasn't moving fast enough, as if I was running, but I didn't move a centimeter away from where I was.

He ran after me. Clearly he was fast, probably faster than me. Of course he was faster than me, my lungs still weren't trained to move this fast and I remembered that as I realized I lost my breath and it was getting harder to pump air into my lungs.

Finally the end of the street came. I looked behind my, my eyes widening as I saw him, running towards me, getting closer and closer.

I rounded the corner, trying to get away from him, still looking back to check if he was still there while running towards literally nothing but darkness until I felt myself running into something just as I turned around again.

I immediately felt two long arms wrapping around my body and realized those arms and the way they wrapped around me...they could only belong to one person.

„Harry." I sobbed and buried my head into his chest to make me feel safe.

„Shhh, it's okay, love. I'm here, you're safe now." He soothingly rubbed my back as I gripped tight onto him, my lungs still trying to get air pumped into them.

„I can't- I- breathe-." I tried to tell him as I let go of him, pointing to my lungs.

„Hey, calm down, you're just fine. Breathe in and out, okay? Take a deep breath in and let it out." He held onto both my shoulders, looking into my eyes that were still filled with panic.

I nodded, trying to do what he said and eventually caught my breath again.

„Good, you're okay." He soothed me as he saw I was getting better and pulled me closer to him again. I hugged him tight, scared of looking around and see his face again, the man's face.