Chasing Emerald /h.s

Lets go.

Darkness clouded my vision. I looked everywhere, the  darkness suffocating me. I fell to the ground and started crying. I was all alone. My biggest fear. I looked up when a yell interrupted my crying session. In the distance I could vaguely make out something. I got up and started walking towards it. Only when  I was right next to her I realized who it was, It was my mom. I tried hugging her but she yelled when she saw me, that was when I realized what was happening, I had a knife in my hand and I was plunging it into her once beating heart. I started yelling and screaming and kicking but I didn't have control over my body. Only when she was lying on the floor dead, I was in control. I bent down and held her body in my hands, I was whispering the same thing over and over again into her ear. I opened my eyes and saw a bright light floating over her body. The bright light kept rising and only when I couldn't see it anymore my moms body disappeared. The bright light came back, only it was my mom. She looked so beautiful with a long white dress and I could hardly recognize her without  her age defying marks. She let out her hand and I took it as she helped me up. She lead the way as I followed her to God knows where. Hopefully it's beautiful there.

I let out a whimper as my eyes fluttered open. My hands where shaking and my pillow was wet with tears. I called out for someone, like the dream, silence was my best friend again. I got out of bed and threw on a big hoodie over my top and sweatpants. I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take the silence. I opened my bedroom window and slowly; with shaking knees I stood on the ledge and I grabbed onto the tree next to my window and I slowly climbed down. Once my feet were back on the ground I walked out my garden and started walking down the street. I then just sat on the sidewalk. That's were I let it all fall, the tears the emotion everything was being released. What am I doing? I don't know who I am? I don't know what I want to do?The tears were taking their time to run out when I hears screaming from down the street. It was a group of guys, I was about to hide but they'd already spotted me. They started yelling and catcalling me they started running towards me. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I made a run towards the house nearest to me, and started banging on it furiously. I'm not getting raped and killed tonight. The gang started whistling and where getting nearer and nearer when all of a sudden the door swung open to a shirtless Harry with a very annoyed look on his face. I pushed him out of the way and slammed the door and locked it. I lost my balance and came crumbling down on Harry. We were both lying on the floor, I was about to apologize when he placed a finger to his lips hushing me. He ushered me upstairs while he looked to see if those guys were gone. I walked upstairs and down the passage, I opened the door and walked into his room. I awkwardly say on his bed. He had a very nice room. His bed was a grey color and his walls were white with a tv in front of the bed and a desk next to the tv. A few minutes later he walked into the room.

"Are you okay? Did those guys hurt you?" He said in a quiet whisper. I ignored his questions and made myself at home by climbing into his bed.

"I'll take the couch then," he was about to walk away.

"Stay," I hated being so vulnerable in front of people, especially Harry. "Please," I added I needed someone now.

He slowly climbed into bed and lay next to me. He looked me in the eyes. "Harry?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said with one eye closed and on the verge of sleeping.

"I don't know what I'm doing," with that I wrapped my arms around him and snuggled closer into his neck, his cologne filling my nostrils. Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. I swiftly fell asleep to the calming melody of Harry's soft snores.

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My eyes fluttered open and the smell of once Harry's cologne was replaced with bacon, I looked next to me and realized what happened. How stupid of me? To go to Harry in the middle of the night, so vulnerable and helpless. That was probably the stupidest thing I could've done. He's never going to look at me the same? But if it was a mistake, why and I slightly happy I did it? Stupid hormones.