Possessive // h.s

Chapter ninteen

(If panic attacks trigger you then read at your own risk)

I knew it, i was having a panic attack, my eyes blurred with tears and my breathing became thin. The last thing I saw was him standing in front of me as Niall rushed to my side shouting my name.

I woke up..there was an ice pack on my head and a glass of water by my bed. My throat felt dry so I happily drank all of the water. Then Niall walked in "Hey Ella how are you doing" I looked up at him confusingly. Wasn't I just sleeping did I have a nightmare? "Yeah, what happened?" I asked him. He had this sad look on his face almost angry looking at the same time.

"Well um you see...Harry showed up and you had a panic attack and fainted" he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. I lost my breath again, why, why is he hear? Why now? "Why is here?" I asked him with a look of disgust. "I don't know honestly" Niall sat on the side of my bed and gave me a hug. My words were muffled by his shirt, I told him I didn't want to see him and that he shouldn't be here.

"He wants to talk to you about some things" Niall looked down at me and frowned. I kissed him and smiled. "I know you don't want me to and I don't either but the sooner I talk to him the sooner he'll be out of our lives forever, hopefully". I put on a smile to reassure him but inside I was terrified.

Niall held my hand as we walked down the steps to the front door. I looked out the window and there he was, sitting on the porch picking at the grass and waiting. I opened the door slowly and he jumped to his feet and faced me. My hands were shaking and I could tell Niall noticed. "H-hi H-harry" man I was shuddering so badly. "W-why are you here?" He just stared at me, it was making me really uncomfortable. Then he spoke up, that thick accent of his making a presence.

"Im here to apologize for everything I've put you through, and..."
"And what Harry" I asked.
"And i wanted to know if you still love me". My eyes widened and I lost my breath. Do I still love him? No, that wasn't love that was sympathy. Just pathetic sympathy.

"Im sorry Harry but I'm with someone now" as I look back at Niall still holding my hand tight. The look on Harry's face almost pained me but I tried to push back those needles poking at me. I shouldn't care. Im a crazy person to care, I mean he freaking kidnapped me. Why should I ever care about him, but those eyes. They way they looked down and the way they were holding back tears.

"Im sorry Harry..." He didn't say anything. He turned around and was silent for a moment then spoke up. "I hope you're happy Ella" then he walked down the porch steps and got into his car.

A/N: I have no idea how I'm going to end this story. If anyone has any feedback please feel free to leave comments. Hope the stories moving along alright. Hope you all have a lovey day or night.