Hierarchy of Need [REWRITTEN]

Chapter Thirteen

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  The library was relatively quiet. The sound of pages turning and scattered murmurs filled the atmosphere. All was calm, and Delilah felt a rare moment of contempt. She could almost pretend she was back home.

Something lightly hit her head. She ignored it. Then again, something hit her head.

"Psst."

Delilah gritted her teeth. Anything good that ever came her way didn't ever last long, did it?

"Psst, Del!"

Sighing, Delilah closed her book and turned in her seat. Abraxas was leaning forward in his chair, his hair more wild than usual. He must've been messing with it. "What?" She snapped.

He didn't flinch, just smiled timidly. "Can we talk?" He asked. Delilah raised a brow but nodded.

Abraxas shot up in his chair and practically sprinted out of the library. He was obviously in a hurry. Delilah scrambled to get her things together and hastily chased after him, his long legs stalking down many halls, up stairs, and they reached the seventh floor.

"Why'd you drag me all the way up here?" She was more than a bit winded and thought about getting more cardio in.

Abraxas cleared his throat, looking more awkward than she'd ever seen him. "Uh, I just wanted somewhere quiet where we couldn't be overheard. But maybe this was a bad idea, I shouldn't have asked."

"Hey," Delilah placed a hand on his shoulder in what she hoped was comfort. "I know it must be hard to talk about stuff sometimes, especially to guys. So if you ever need an ear I'd be happy to oblige."

Abraxas smiled timidly, a blush to his pale cheeks. "Sorry, I know this is out of nowhere and we don't know each other well. But I just... have you ever felt like, I don't know? Forgive the dramatics, but it feels like my heart is going to fall out of my chest."

Her eyes widened, not expecting the show of vulnerability he was giving her but she didn't want to squash his hopes. She knew it could be frustrating keeping such important things to oneself could be.

"In what way, if you don't mind me asking?"

He threw his head back as if he was in anguish, and perhaps he was. "It's a girl."

"Ah," she couldn't help but smile. There was something so wholesome about seeing a man be head over heels for a woman. "Well again, I'm all ears."

With a nod, he paced in front of the wall a few times before a door appeared. He opened it and gestured for her to go in first. She blinked between him and the wall, something about it seemed familiar but then again so did the whole castle so it wasn't much help.

It was a decent sized room, more like a study. High ceilings, tall windows, and numerous bookshelves with two plush chairs. "What is this place?"

"The room of requirement. It presents itself as whatever the person needs."

"How'd you find it?"

"Riddle seems to know all the secrets in this place."

"Of course he does," she muttered. "What'd you want to talk about?" Delilah plopped herself in one of the chairs, not too elegantly and Abraxas laughed lightly.

"I just wanted to hear your thoughts on something." He sat himself down, his body language appeared stiff and anxious.

"Well, talk away. Who's this girl who has you blushing so much?" She tucked her legs underneath herself, letting her body sink into the soft velvet. She watched as Abraxas tried to make himself comfortable, he shifted his weight every few seconds and his hands fumbled.