The Devil's Eyes *HarryStyles&&LouisTomlinson*

Chapter 3: Mystery Mist

"NO! Stop! Don't hurt her! Mom!"

"Kate wake up! Kate! Please wake up love!" I keep hearing my name over and over again.

"NO! Get away from her! Please Mom!" I scream once more before I woke up jumping in mid air. I was sweating more than usual. It was like I had no control over my body.

"Kate! Its alright!" Louis pull me into his arms. I start to sob into Louis shoulder. He rub my back over and over again.

"Shhh...its just a dream! He's long gone! She's happy!" My hands wrap around him when he pull me tighter.

"Louis, my mom!" and then all the sudden my mind just ease after some out burst. I look at Louis, he smiles and I return the smile.

I can hear the rain rushing off the roof. The sun isn't just up, but there is a slight light on the window. So, its about six in the morning.

"Shhhh...Its alright! It will be okay! I'm here for you!" His words has some control over me. Louis is the only one who has any control over me. He can calm me down and he can say his option without making me angry.

"I'm not leaving you!" Louis spoke softly causing me to completely stop crying. But his words doesn't mean anything, I love him and everything, but what will happen if after college. We only have two more years and then we are off to separation.

I pull away a little to look into his eyes. My conscious say to smack him for making a horrible promise, but for some strange reason I don't feel like smacking or hitting him.

I feel this connection from me to him and its not the lover connection. Because we're not lover, just friends, but a engry that flows from me to him. Its undescribable, but its there.

"Thank you!" I smile a little.

"Well you know what Katherine...?" He got up from my bed then start to walk towards his closet.

"What?" I answer sketchily.

"It's time to wake up, anyways! Its seven in the morning, and plane leaves at in a hour in half." Oh. Just oh. I was wrong about the time and I completely forgot about it. Shit! I have to meet his family today. Why can't I meet his family in seventy years? Why now?

"Oh!" I say between my teeth. My body is still reacting from my horror dream. I really thought having some therapy, it would be over. But I should have known. I'm studying psychology, its now a course I have to take.

I went to my closet to pack some clothes, "How long are we staying at your family place?" I scream.

"Um, pack for six days. Just in case. There will be a snow storm on Tuesday, and its not looking pretty." "Fuck my life" I breathe out. I frown a little of thoughts of his family not liking me.

I start to pack in silence.

It was the same night of my mother death. I remember my front door being wide open. It was cold, but that didn't stop me from going after to the man. I stare into his for the longest time, but it feels so unreal. The feeling of fear reads in my eyes.

So now every time I'm alone I get the feeling somebody will knock on my door, and kill me just like the man who killed my mom. I want to forget it so badly. But for some reason the memory won't fade away.

I have trust issues. I don't want to take the chance somebody killing me inside and out. I don't want to experiences the same emotion from that day. I will not everything to invoid that day ever happening.

Nobody knows how much it hurts to be alone, ashamed and torn apart. Nobody will EVER know how it feels to lose somebody you deeply love. UNLESS it had happened to them. However, people actions and people emotions are different.