Seized With Styles

Chapter 6

His hands were roaming up and down my body.  I struggled to wriggle out of his grasp, but  my body wouldn't move.  I couldn't cry, I couldn't scream for help; it was like my body was frozen.  I could see those horrible eyes filled with lust.  They pierced into mone and I felt a hand inbetween my legs as a satisfied smile crossed his face.

I now mustard out a scream as my eyes shot open.  I looked around and realized it was just a dream.  I didn't noticed I was crying until I felt tears run down my cheeks.  My breathing was heavy and I was shaking uncontrollably.  I felt someone shaking me and calling my name but I couldn't respond.  My mind couldn't get the nightmare out of my mind.  Slowly, I came back to reality and realized Harry was shaking me to wake me up.  "Rikki, can you hear me?! Wake up love. Please Rikki wake up."  Harry's voice was full of concern.  I blinked a few times, and grabbed onto Harry's arms.  He stopped shaking me and gazed into my eyes.  His green ones had worry written all over them.

"I..... He... Couldn't move..." I tried to explain what happened, but I couldn't make out any words.  I was still shaking and crying.  Harry pulled me into a hug and rocked me back and forth.  I cried into his chest and he rubbed my back and head.  His touch was so soothing  and I calmed down quickly.  I hiccuped a few times, and Harry chuckled as my body bounched in his arms with each hiccup.  Hearing his laugh made me smile and being in his arms made me feel safe.  But, it also made me feel like I was weak and needed help.  I hated feeling weak, and it's something I'm not used to.

"I think I'm good now."  I said into his chest loud enough to head me.  He unwrapped his arms, and sat on the floor on his butt with his legs on either side of me so he could see me.  I felt really uncomfortable because I didn't want him to think I was weak.  He didn't say anything; just stared at me with worry and concern etched on his face.

"I...I had this dream."  I started.  I was afraid my voice would fail on me.  I took a deep breath and continued on telling him what happened.  "I..I couldn'tmove, even though...I tried." I closed my eyes as the images flashed through my mind again.  "He...He had his hands all over me."  I held back my tears, trying to stay strong.  They disappeard, thankfully. "His eyes were filled with that look of lust and desire.  He.. He touched me..you know.. and thats when I screamed and must of woke up."  I said with a little more strength in my voice as I built up walls around me so that he couldn't see I was hurting.  I looked up to meeet his eyes, and there were so many different emotions in them.

"Rikki.." He whispered.  He cupped my face and I looked at the ground because the way he looked at me tore me apart.

"I'm fine, okay?  It was just a dream, I'll get over it."  I said casually.  I really didn't like him pitying me.  I am a strong girl and I want to show him I was strong.

"Rikki, you're not okay.  Don't hide it from me."  He responded.  I was a little shocked he could tell, so I figured I had to try harder to prove it to him.

"Harry, I'm fine.  Let it be!" I snapped at him.  I didn't mean to sound so harsh, and I saw the hurt in his eyes, but I wanted him  off my back about it.  I got up and sat on the other side of the room.  I crossed my arms and stared at my feet.  We were quiet for a while, but then I heard Harry start to hum softly to himself.  I couldn't recognize the some, but I didn't dare look at him because I could feel his eyes on me.

"Rikki, are you just going to sit over there by yourself?"  Harry asked casually after the song he was humming ended.  I didn't respond.  Ignoring him was the best option right now.  "Rikki, ignoring me isn't going to make things better."  He singsonged to me.  It was like he could read my mind or something.  Damn, this boy is something.  I glared up at him and he was giving me this smirk.  He looked so cute doing it, and I had to hold back my smile.  I looked back down and I could hear him sigh.  He finally figured out his humor wasn't going to work on me.  So, he got up and sat next to me, like right next to me.  I dramatically put some distance between us, and continued to stare at the ground.  He sighed again.  I hoped be got the hint to stop, but I was wrong.  He sudden;y slammed his hands on the ground making me jump.  "For God's sake Rikki, stop putting on an act for me."  Harry practically yelled at me.

"I'm not putting on and act!" I yelled back.  "I'm fine, now leave me alone."

"No, that's bullshit!  I heard you in your sleep.  You were begging for help."  His voice suddenly got quiet and serious.  I watched as his eyes started to get teary. "You woke up and you were just staring out at.... at nothing! I was scared shitless.  You were shaking and crying; almost like you were having a panic attack or an anxiety attack.  I didn't know what to do to help you."  He replied.  He was trying to hold back tears, and it just my heart that he was actually crying for me: a nobody.

"Harry, I'm better now."  I lied.  He got pissed at my response and stood up. 

"No you're not!" He shouted even louder.  "You are scared shitless, just like I am.  Stop putting on this act for me because I see right through it.  You don't have to be strong for me!"  I still couldn't believe he was yelling at me.  But, for some reason, his words hit me hard.  I still didn't meet his eyes, but I felt my walls that I just put up crumbling at each word he said.  He knelt down in front of me and lifted up my chin so I would look at him.  I gazed into his beautiful eyes and they weren't as teary as before.  "Don't tell me you didn't feel the same thing I did when you first say me."  His voice was soft and sincere.  I couldn't say I didn't fell it because i did.  I looked down and he knew what my answer waas.  " You don't have to be strong for me if you are scared.  I will do my best to keep you safe as much as I possibly can, but I can't have you pushing me away because of your pride."  I looked back up at him and I could tell plain as day that his words were the truth.  He read me so well, and we haven't even known me for that long.  It amazed me.  he broke down all the walls that I just put up for myself.  Tears came back to my eyes as I thought about all the times that I acted strong just so that people looked up at me.  Someone had finally broken down the walls of that, and I needed to cry to get everything off my chest.  My lower lip started to tremble and Harry immediately pulled me in for a much needed hug.  I sobbed into his chest, again, and he rubbed my backing soothingly again.

"I'm sorry."  I mumbled into his chest.

"Rikki, you don't need to be sorry."  He replied into my hair. I felt the pressure of his lips on my head, and knew what I had to do.

"I'm scared."  I said it.  I finally admitted it out loud.  Never, if you knew me, would you hear me say those words.  I usually made fun of people who would tell me they were scared.  But for some reason I trusted Harry. 

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