Meeting God. {h.s}

15. Something's Wrong.

They say that when you're insane, you have no control nor idea of what the hell is even going on. But in your mind, you think you're normal. What is going on? I'm not crazy. I'm normal. Perfectly normal. These thoughts rush into your head as denial is the first route to go towards.

But in rare occasions do people actually question their sanity. And when they declare that they are insane, they're screwed.

I've decided that maybe I just have a creative imagination. Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe, if I wake up, I'll actually be seven years old, in my bed, where I had just dreamed my future or had a crazy time lapse in my head.

But why with Harry? Why has Harry just suddenly decided to be in my life? Why is he here? What is the purpose? Is there something I'll gain out of him coming and interacting with me? If so, why I'm i not seeing it?

Questions, on questions, on questions pile inside my brain, just making it much more harder for me then it already is. The wood floor that is touching the back of my thigh sends a relaxing coolness to my body as my body keeps overheating from overwhelm.

I look over to Harry who is just staring silently at a wall. Why is this all so sketchy? Why do I feel a weight on my chest? Why do I feel like... I'm in this universe were im the only one actually live. Why.. Why doesn't everything feel stuck? Literally. Everything is awfully quiet, and I'm becoming much more confused that I was before.

"Harry." I say plainly which cusses Harry to look up at me and sending my a toothy smile, sending chills down my spine.

"Yes,"

"D-do you want to go outside?" I question while biting my lip.

"Well of course! Let's go!" He says way to easily where in usually, he kind've argues a bit back with me.

I skeptically get up from the floor and grab my coat, still feeling a little groggy from sleeping and being on so many painkillers to ease the headaches I've been having. Together we walk down the stairs and leaving the building.

When we walk outside everything is way to bright and almost.. Cloudy. I squint my eyes form my vision being so blurry.

"What the hell? it's so bright." I say and turn to Harry.

But no one was there next to me. In panic, I look around me. Harry was no where to be found. What the fuck? I could've sworn he was here just a minute ago.

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I jump up from my position screaming. Everything is black. All I see is black. Suddenly i realize that my eyes were closed. I look up and see the very familiar window in my living room. I panicky notice that I'm in my couch. Why I'm i always waking up on my couch?

What the fuck is going on? What happened? How long was I even out for? Wait.. Why I'm I here? How did I even get here?

"Shh.. Shh calm down." I hear a raspy voice and I look to my left, seeing its Harry, who's on his knees trying to calm me down. I instantly let out a killer scream as tears are already filling my eyes.

"Shh.. Andrea its okay. You're fine.. You're back.. Don't worry. Everything's fine. Calm down.. Take deep breathes." Harry says as he's rubbing the back of my head.

I look at him, taking a good look this time and see that he looks much more clearer and less blurry. His touch now feels like it's real when he touches the back of my head. The twinkle in his eyes is much more recognizable.

I'm finally back from my nightmare. This is real.

I try calming my heartbeat down by taking deep breathes and once I do.. I look at him with a look of desperation as tears cloud my vision once again. He looks at me with sorrow.

"What's happening to me?" I say while letting out a sob.

He stands up from his position and walks towards the living room window in front of me. He stares out the window as he crosses his arms.

"Something's wrong." Is all he says as he's still staring outside the window in deep thought.

I can feel myself starting to panic. "W-what's wrong?"

He shifts a bit. "I-I'm not exactly sure-" He pauses while turning around. He looks straight down at me with my position still being on the couch. His arms are crossed and he bites his lip in deep thought, me not being able to move as he investigates me.

"But we need to figure it out." He simply says while heading towards the kitchen.

I furrow my brows. What does this even mean? "What are you talking about? Why do you think something's wrong?" I follow him inside the kitchen.

He places the tip of his fingers on the kitchen counter top and then looks at me. "Well for one, you're having really extreme dreams-"

"Wait how do you know I'm dreaming 'extreme dreams'?" I interrupt.

He raises a brow while nervously gulping. "I-uh I can feel it." He says then looking straight down to the counter top.

We stay in silence in the kitchen, both of us not saying a word. But that one thought comes into my mind, and I can't seem to have a filter on t anymore as I just spit it out.

"I'm I'm i crazy?" I question.

He looks at me. "No."

"Did you really kiss me?" I say stepping forward a bit.

His crystal green eyes stare at mine in the most devoting way. "Yes." He says.