Alone H.S.

Chapter 37: Panic

Harry -

"You never say anything about us to anyone. You ashamed of me or something?"

"There is no 'us', Shiloh. We're not together." I sigh, buttoning up my jeans.

"We were all last night and the last two days before." She smirks.

"We are not together. You're here when I need you and you're kind enough to help me. I pay you enough to realize that we're not an item. Don't go thinking we are." I huff, looking for my shirt only to realize the red-lipped woman is wearing it.

I hold my hand out and motion for her to hand it over.

"What? You want this?" She asks, pulling at the shirt at it drapes over her like a blanket.

"Hand it over, Shiloh." I order, wanting to getting my ass out of this bedroom as soon as possible.

She shrugs before pulling it over her head, leaving herself bare.

"Like what you see?" She asks seductively.

"I just want my shirt, Shiloh." I honestly tell her.

She hesitates before handing it over and it reeks of her scent. I hate to wear something that so strongly smells like her, but I'm not walking home without a shirt.

As I pull the shirt over my head Shiloh lays back on the bed, arms stretching over her head and back arching.

"Mm, maybe one more time?" She asks, biting her bottom lip.

"No."

"Please, Alpha?" She asks in an innocent tone like she's not asking for sex. Which she is.

"I. Said. No. I've got to get home." I all but growl as I start to walk out of the room.

"What's at home that's so important?" She asks, following me through her dark house.

"I do have duties as Alpha, you know. And I've got a son I need to see occasionally." I roll my eyes and reach for the doorknob but she leaps between me and the exit of her home.

"You ever think you want any more kids? Like...if you married me, we could fill your whole house with them."

"Yeah, right."

"We could." She insists.

"You could never be the mother of my pups. Now let me out before I make you." I growl, getting angry and inpatient.

"Ooh, make me, Alpha." She whispers, her eyes staring into mine.

"Jesus!" I jolt awake, sweat soaked through my t-shirt and I run my hands over my face and just take deep breathes. My hair is even wet with sweat and sticking to my face, and I feel like everything is so close and so hot in here. I can't breathe right, everything is so close and tight. It's like i'm drowning without water. Like I choking on nothing but air yet I can't get any in my lungs.

"Harry?" Lily's voice cuts through the air but it's pushed aside when a loud ringing starts in my ears. Everything is so hot and crowded.

A hand touches me, but I flinch away. It's like everything touching me is burning me, holding me down, crowding me.

The room starts to spin and air is something of the past.

I try to get up from bed, racing to get anywhere where air is. It obviously isn't in this room. But it's like my body isn't my own, and I'm fighting to control it. Something hits my face and I fight to see what, but things have gotten so dark I can't see a single thing. It's like all my senses are firing full power and I can't make heads or tails of what's happening. All I can hear is a ringing in my ears and my wolf screaming for me to breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

"Breathe."

"That's it. Just keep breathing. Hey, he's okay. He's okay." Louis?

Suddenly the darkness fades and Louis is looking over me, his blue eyes have worry fading away and relief now taking over. Lily stands right behind him, looking over his shoulder, panic and worry in her baby blue eyes.

"Think you're okay now, Haz?" Louis asks and I nod, since I don't feel like I can even form a sentence right now.

The ringing stopped, the intense heat had cooled, space has returned, and air is filling my lungs once again.

"What happened?" Lily asks, but it's directed towards Louis and not me.

Louis looks down at me as I just lay here in bed, barely able to keep my eyes open from exhaustion.

"It's just another panic attack. It's not that bad, he rarely gets them any more. This one just hit him kind of hard. But he's okay now, just let him sleep and he'll be alright." Panic attack?

I haven't had one since Katy died.

"Just go back to sleep, babe. I'll be here when you wake up." Lily's calm voice in hear in my mind, and I'm asleep within milliseconds.

When my eyes open, Dylan in laying next to me instead of Lily. It's not that weird, he used to do this all the time.

He'd wait until I fell asleep and then crawl into my bed and sleep the night aware with me. I've never complained about it, he's still so little and it's easy for him to get scared of things and if he feels safe with me, I'm glad.

Though one day he'll outgrow it and he'll never crawl back into bed with me. So I treasure it while he's still like this.

"Morning daddy. Mama said you weren't feeling so great, so I came to keep you comp'ny." He smiles proudly and snuggles up closer to me.

"Well thank you then, little buddy. I guess-"

"Daddy." Dylan growls and I can't help but laugh and smile. He literally just growled. Some werewolves down get their growl until they're ten, and he's just got his at four.

"I know, I know. You're name isn't buddy." I sigh, still smiling.

Dylan shakes his head which causes his brown curls to sway from side to side of his head.

"Daddy, If you can't remember my name, maybe it'll be better if you just call me buddy. It'll be easier for you." He sighs, running his fingers over the tattoos on my arms.

"No, I'll call you Dylan. That's what u named you and that's what I'll call you."

"From now on?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at me suspiciously.

"Well, no promises. But I am at least try." I tell him.

"Okay, daddy. You try."

I pull him into a hug as he giggles and squeals. I don't want this to end. I don't want him to grow up. Ever.

"Daddy, you squeezing me to death." He giggles.