One Shot: TFIOS Augracetus<3

One Shot: TFIOS

My head shot up. I reached up and held my short blonde hair. The oxygen barely reaching my lungs. Okay scares me now. That dream was too real for my liking. I got up in shock from the dream I just had and walked downstairs. It was almost 1:00 according to my alarm clock. I heaved my heavy bag keeping me living down the old, creaky stairs. My mom was relaxing on the couch in her onzie. Had she been crying? I sighed and opened my mouth but quickly closed it when I caught a glimpse of the TV. Augustus Waters. Cancer survivor is now dead. But...that was a dream, right? Tears hot down my face flowing as strong as Niagara Falls. I couldn't see. I fell to my knees and held my hair, struggling to breath.

"Hazel! Hazel what's wrong?!?" I shot up again. This time finding myself in my bed again. My family surrounding me, Augustus shaking me. A dream in a dream? Strange. I looked around feeling comforted.

"You're alive!" I screamed gripping tightly around Gus' neck. Happy tears staining his shirt.

"Go ahead cry me a river and don't tell me why. So what's up?" Gus says. Holding me back. He steadied my breath.

"My dream...it was so real." I paused in realization. "You were..." Tears spilled out and ran down my cheeks. "Dead." I finish. "Your funeral it seemed so, real! But...but, b-but you're alive!" I scream once more and pull Gus back into my grip. It comforts me.

"Wow!" He says in shock.

I stand on my tippy toes and kiss his forehead. "Then I woke up and...you were still dead, I couldn't breathe...that's when you guys woke me up and, here I am!" I say releasing my hands then tossing them back to my thighs making a slight slapping sound. I let in and released a huge breath of relief. For once in my life, I actually felt like I was free...like I didn't need the air, like I could...breathe, on my own.

Gus kisses me back, on the cheek and I giggle, biting my lip while letting out a soft but sincere smile. "Okay?" He says trying to lighten up the mood just a little more.

"Okay." I start. "Everything is...okay." I sigh a happy sigh and grab Gus' hand as we head down the stairs for breakfast.

Gus picks up my oxygen tank and carries it down the stairs for me. I smile and bite my lip when he gives me one of his comforting glances. I look around and see nothing but a now happy house, now that I know Gus isn't dead. The dream felt to real to not be though. I shrug it off and continue to the kitchen with Gus' hand intertwined with mine. We grab some toast and pop it in as I pull out the Nutella for one piece and peanut butter and bananas for the other. I liked keeping my toast separate. I found it filled me more. Then I walk to the couch dragging my oxygen tank behind me with my plate in the other hand. I sit on the edge so my oxygen tank doesn't get in the way and it can just go on the side. Gus comes over and plops next to me. He set his breakfast on his lap like me, uses one hand to pick up a piece of his toast, and yawns to put his other arm around me. I laugh and bite my toast. Gus looks at me with the smile he gave me when we first met.

"I'm heading to run some errands. See you in a few."  My mom says as she walks out the door.

I look to the key rack and see that she left her car keys. I point to the rack and Augustus laughs. As if on cue my mom comes in and grabs her car keys, closing the door again. I lean my head onto Gus' shoulder and smile. A few minutes of eating and watching tv I turn to look at him. He looks over to me and we smile at each other. He closes his eyes as the gap between us closes. Moments pass as we kiss and he pulls away and looks into my eyes.

"Okay?" He says. I bite my lip and smile again.

"Okay." I say happily.