My Love on the Ice

•Blazing•

Fear is an encompassing emotion. It takes over ever single sense in your body. Making your eyes blow wide, breathing to catch, and your body halt all forward movement. At least thats what it does to Harley.

The sparks of our emotions tease and swirl infront of my face, one coming so close that it lands on my cheek, searing heat and the stink of burnt flesh, shocks me awake and into the present.

Im not imagining these embers. They are real, very real, to real.

The shoulder of my sweatshirt is balled up into Harleys fist. Heat beats right into my back as I'm tugged off to the side. The air is thick with smoke, closing my lungs and making my eyes water. Screaming and chaos explodes as the flames of whatever aracde game, egnites the curtains of a performance stage that I just had my back to a few moments ago.

"Wheres the exit?" I speak to Harley's back instead of getting a real response. By the grip of his hand in my sweatshirt I expected him to tug me toward an exit but instead he took a few steps and then broke down. Dropping to his knees, hands digging through his hair.

Exactly like that time before a hockey game.

I can't blame the guy for having a panic attack in such a situation but it couldn't wait until we go outside? The building was lighting up fast and the first thing I want to do it take Harley to safety. Make sure he's safe and out of harms way.

Scrambling, my eyes set on the blazing curtains, it ignites the other curtain but seems to be spreading in the opposite direction. I had some time.

"Harley Harley." I was rather rough but I shake his shoulders and force him to look up at me.

My god..

His eyes are blood shot, wide with panic and glassy from tears. Wrinkles run through his forehead and lip corners with his mouth screwed up almost uncomfortably. Then his heads dig into his scalp, skin being pulled in either direction by ropes of hair in between his fingers. His face was utter and desperate fear. He was reliving his worst nightmare.

I needed to get him out.

"Up." Words keep falling from my mouth as if he can hear me. I don't think he could even read my signing if I were to sign the commands instead. My hands move from his shoulders and under his arm pits to tug him upwards.

Smoke thickens once again and I'm shoved off balance while more people rush out. I drop him back down to the floor and he lands in a heaping, wheezing mess down back onto his knees.

"Fucking hell." I curse and look after the retreating body of a woman that had just make this a whole lot more difficult.

Harley was balling now. Screeching almost as tears pour from his eyes and snot drips freely. My heart squeezes at such a desperate state this had put Harley in. He needs out.

"Come on now." I drop down to my knees his body sideways to mine. I hike up his knees and push an arm under him, the other against his back.

I've worked out before. I need to for the sport but Harley was about the same size as me just lacking a inch or two. In theory I shouldn't be able to bridle carry the guy like he weighted nothing. But I get him up and secure and make my way toward the direction that the masses had moved. Thank god for adrenaline.

My lungs are heavy as I break into a coughing fit. The fire had gotten so much worst in the last few minutes. The heat was next to unbearable. My arm brushes an air hockey table and I'm instantly burned by the heating metal. I cry out but tighten my hold on Harley, no where in hell am I dropping him after all of this.

I push my self, the light of the thrown open front door not looking as bright as it should. My lungs struggle to catch onto the next breath as a part of the ceiling separates and crashes off to my left. Harley is still but I hear his hiccuping and feel his hot tears seeping into my clothes.

The warmth of tears is almost comforting as I brake into the sun light. My feet slow, heaving inbetween coughs and trying to drag much needed oxygen into my lungs.

"Jae!" Footsteps speed up to us as I collapse as nicely as possible to the sidewalk. I slowly set his body down, panic attack still in full swing. I intend to stand up but my head rolls, the corners of my vision darkening.

"Hey.. it's okay. Just chill." Daltons voice tells me his hand right above the spot where Harley was resting his wet cheek. My fingers go up to touch the spot and tell me how real this whole thing just was.

Tears start to build in my own eyes and my breathes become rough, adrenaline wearing off and the heaviness in my chest threatening to turn out my lights.

"Harley.. please.." I cough my hands going out to support me on the floor. I cough hard enough that it knocks me off balance and sends me sprawling out on to the concrete. My lungs still push for oxygen but I'm not able to get it quick enough.

Reece comes into my rapidly declining line of sight, hand on my stomach as he waves erratically to someone above me. "It's alright. Everything is going to be—"

The pressure is to much.

I'm not able to breath at all.  The only sensation is being able to feel the wet patch on my sweater and hearing the squeaking weeps of Harley a foot away from me.

Harley is safe.

Harley will be okay now.

And that seemed to be the only thing that mattered to me as I'm finally swallowed up.