Only You {h.s}

Chapter Eighteen

I can't move my arms.  I'm trapped, tied to an old wooden chair.  I recognize this place, but not enough to name it.

"You thought you could get rid of me," a deep voice says.  "You thought you were safe."

My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest.  I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out.

"Your little boyfriend won't be able to save you."

Blood starts to seep out of my healed scars.

"You're mine.  Mine.  Mine.  Mine.  Mine.  Mine.  Mine.  Mine..."

"Mer!"

I sit up immediately, putting my hand over my chest.  I can't breathe.  I hear Harry's voice faintly, like I am listening from underwater.

My hands slip into my hair and start to pull.  I bring my knees up and bury my face in them, rocking back and forth slightly. 

He's coming to get me. 
He's going to find me. 
He's coming to get me.

I feel a hand touch my back and I jolt out of the way, standing up.

"No!"

I see the expression on Harry's face.  He looks confused and hurt.  I can't take this.  I run into his bathroom and lock the door.  I slide down the back of it and let my tears fall uncontrollably.  My body is still shaking.

"Please open the door," he says softly.  When I don't answer he lets out a long sigh.

"I won't touch you.  I won't even come in.  I just need to see you.  Please?"

My heart feels heavy.  I can hear the concern in his voice. 

It's not him. 
Harry won't hurt you. 
Harry isn't going to touch you. 
It's not him.

I take a deep breath and stand up on trembling legs.  With shaky fingers, I unlock the door and open it just enough for us to see each other.

"Thank you," he says gently, his eyes softening.  "Would you like to come out or just stay in there for a while?"

"Here," I whisper.  He nods his head.

"Can you at least leave the door open?  I want to be sure you're safe."

I think for a moment before nodding my head.  Then he does something completely unexpected.  He sits down in front of the doorway.  I raise an eyebrow at him and he just shrugs with a small smile.

I sigh and sink to the floor.  The door is wide open now and I'm sitting directly across from him, Indian style.

We are only about ten feet away from each other, but the fact that we are in two separate rooms is comforting.  We can be with each other without being with each other.

I sneak glances at him and every time I do, he is already looking at me.  Harry is still only in his tight boxers and even in my fucked up state of mind it gives me dirty thoughts.

I realize I am still only in his shirt, but I don't care.  I don't even care that it's short sleeved.  I only care about the fact that I had a panic attack in front of him for the second time now and how embarrassing it is.

What if he doesn't want me anymore?  What if he realized I make things too complicated? I know we only became official last night, but I don't think I can handle losing him.

"Can you tell me what happened?" he questions softly.

"Nightmare," I say, almost inaudibly.

"Does that happen a lot?"