Sleeping With Danger. (A Harry Styles Love Story)

~ Chapter 18 ~

My world around me.....just everything....is in total darkness.

I feel like I'm falling, and my stomach feels like it's in my throat.

I see the guy......the robber. He runs towards me but I cant get my feet to move. His cold hard hands grab my arms, pulling me to him. I feel the gun being pushed into my temple, making me whimper in slight pain. The guys cold hard body presses tight against mine as he holds me to his chest.

I scream out for help......but no one comes.

Is this it? Is this how I am going to die?

Before I had the chance to live? I haven't gotten the chance to get married. To have a baby. To grow old with my husband. I have so much to live for.

Is this stranger going to keep that from happening?

Who is this guy? And why is he going to take the life from me, a young woman.

I wish I could see Gregg one more time. He's like a brother to me, and I love him more then anything or anyone.

And I wish I could see Harry again.......I think I love him...

I'll never get the chance to tell him how I feel, or hear how he feels about me.

Maybe everything will be okay, if I die. It's not like many people will miss me, so it wont be that bad.

Suddenly my eyes flutter open. I blink a few times, trying to get used to the sunlight coming through the curtains. Then I see I was in a room, but not just any room....a hospital room. The room was so clean and bright, but it didn't make me feel any better.

I look down at the thin blue blanket on me, I move my left arm slightly and feel something move along with it. I look down and see I had an IV in. Right away I start freaking out. I hated needles and I didn't like the idea of a sharp pointy thing being in my skin, it was gross and uncomfortable and I just hated it.

I start sitting up, wanting to get this IV out of me as soon as possible. Before I could do anything I feel two strong arms on my own. The familiar strong feeling of being held, freaked me out even more. I start trying to push whoever it was, and trying to get them to let go of me. I feel warm tears start rolling down me cheek.

"Abby, It's okay" I hear a deep voice say softly.

I already knew who it was so I quickly stop fighting him and wrap my arms around him. I start letting the tears fall, I didn't care anymore, I needed to cry and just let it out. I feel his curls tickle the side of my face, making me smile and let out a giggle.

"What are you laughing about?" Harry asks, pulling away to look me in the eyes with an amused look on his face.

"Your curls tickled my face" I say with a small smile.

"Oh" Harry chuckles, placing a soft tender kiss on my forehead. "You had me so worried. When I got the call.....I thought you were dead" He says quietly, looking me in the eyes.

I look back at him. What was he thinking when he thought I was dead?

"I cried" Harry says, as if reading my mind.

Then I see the small black bags under his eyes. I felt so bad. It must have been awful thinking I was dead. I look into his green eyes and cup the side of his face with my hand. Harry really was a great guy, I was so lucky to have him.

Harry smiles down at me softly and leans down, placing his lips on mine. I kiss him back right away, his lips were so soft and sweet. Our lips move in sync and he deepens the kiss a bit. I was lucky to be alive, and I was going to make sure that I was more grateful for the things I have, and the people I have. I never though I'd come that close to death.