Run Away

One.

Katherine had realized over the years that she had her share of oddities. She couldn't handle the sound of chainsaws, clowns were a no go, and she'd rather not go to a boxing ring ever again. Those were things she knew and she could proudly and openly talk about. It wasn't until Nick Sanchez came along that she realized she had more than just a few. 

Every night she went through the same ritual locking up their flat and tucking Leo into bed, even though Nick had already dutifully done these things. She felt compelled to double and triple check everything, worry over everything, have a moral breakdown over everything. Nick couldn't stand by and watch his fiancé rip her fingernails off every time she had a panic attack anymore, it just tore him apart. So that's when therapy was suggested. 

Therapy as it turned out, was not as fun or as easy as Aaron had made it out to be(perhaps though it was because Katherine had about a hundred questions to fill out about her mental state of mind). The therapist was sweet she supposed, a nice looking older man who gently smiled at her when he wrote her out a prescription. 

Katherine sighed at the pills in her hand and took them like she was supposed to, swallowing them down with tea while Nick sipped his coffee. "So I was thinking."

"That's never good." Her eyes sparkled slightly, more than they had recently. 

"Give me some agency darling." He teased just as quick as he had been before. His arms found their place on her waist, rubbing her hips in slow circles. "We're snowed in and Leo and Aaron are watching footy." A soft kiss lingered on her earlobe, tugging it softly. "We could start on those wedding plans."  

Katherine giggled leaning her head back into his cheeks, ravishing in the scruff of his stubble. "I've told you just take me to the clerks office and get the license." 

Nick chuckled darkly spinning her around to pull her to his chest. "And I've told you my Catholic mother is reciting the enter Sanchez family tree. She wants to give you a big wedding, Nina isn't doing shit with Liam so this might be her only chance to see one of her children get married."  He was good at guilt tripping. 

"Fine, fine." She threw her hands up in the air. "You want a big wedding, then we'll have one. Tu familia y me familia." 

His smile was deadly, his eyes full of lust. "It'll put the Royal Family's to shame." He teased giving her a twirl around the kitchen. 

Dancing with Nick, was not the same as dancing with Harry, and Katherine finally understood. Nick spent time sorting out the differences between her and Gemma, she was just starting to do the same with him and Harry. Harry towered over her, locking her in and keeping her safe. Harry was a slow dancer. Nick, well, he was more flamboyant, more reckless. He was a swing dancer. 

"You find what ever your little heart desires." Nick's voice pulled her from her trance at his chest. "What is it love?" His finger traced her chin slowly. This Nick was not the Nick that saved her, this Nick was the one that would end her, his scent too intoxicatingly lethal. 

She shook her head slightly. "I was just thinking of how you remind me of someone." The lie bitter on her tongue like his coffee flavored kiss. 

"Oh who might that be?" Satan, she thought but stopped instantly. Harry almost slipped her lips, again a bad move. 

"James March from American Horror Story." A much sweeter lie she must admit. 

Nick seemed blissfully aware as he kissed her temple softly. "I knew you'd get into it eventually. Just don't watch Freakshow." 

And just like that, she was completely melted into him. He cared for her and she wouldn't trade that for the world-she'd trade it for Harry.