Lost (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 18 (Unconditionally)

Hi guys, so sorry I haven't updated since school practically started but I haven't had time and I really haven't had any inspiration. I am going to make this update as long as possible but not too drawn out. Just saying this story is almost at its end and the sequel will be longed out time but I promise there will be one. So, if you don't really remember what happened previously I suggest you go back and read the last chapter, and it's really short so it should be easy. Sorry for my absents, but I am back but I still don't know when I will update, but love you guyssss.

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((   "Katie" a voice said from behind Harry, but it wasn't Derek's  ))

I began to lose all strength in my body, vision gone blurry. I could barely focus on the man I thought I loved practically strangling me and telling me he is going to kill me. I guess this is it, it's over. I am done fighting my way through him trying to kill me because I know its useless, because I know either he is going to release me and tell me how sorry he is or he will actually commit to what he says. My thoughts begin to race, my head pounding.

It's happening again, my mind is consuming me; maybe this is good. Maybe my mind taking control over me could give me strength, but than I may kill Harry. No matter how bad he is hurting me right now I could never kill him because, I love him. I guess I had gotten so tied up in my thoughts I hadn't realized Harry wasn't hovering over me but instead it was Derek. How could it be Derek? That definitely wasn't his voice I heard from behind Harry.  

"Katie?" he whispers softly almost bring sensation back to my body. I open my mouth, thinking I am talking but nothing comes out as a response. I try to scream, but nothing comes out either, at least I feel like it.

"Calm down, he is gone. I don't know where he went but he isn't here anymore." He softly says, lifting me off the cold hard pavement. I feel my bones aching at his touch but soothing at the same time. Thing is, his touch could never do what Harry's touch did. His touch healed me in a way I never knew was possible. Though Derek's was soothing it couldn't compete. I need to get Harry off my mind because my head is pounding and I need a break, from all this. I feel Derek lift me into his car and shuts the door. I instantly fall asleep, from the thumping of my head making me sick.

Derek's POV-

After I lifted her into my car, she instantly fell asleep. I could tell she was tired from the dark rings under her eyes or could that have been from the damage Harry had caused. Either way it angers me that he would do such a thing to her, I know she loves him and he loves her but why would he do this. The hell am I thinking about this for? I need some music to cloud my thoughts, damn I can't put it on because she is asleep. As I keep my eyes steady on the road, in the corner of my eye I see her moving and looking uncomfortable.

"HARRY!" she yells out, I look over thinking she is awake but her eyes are sealed shut. She begins to scream louder, his name. She begins to have a panic attack, at least that's what I think it is. I hurry and stop the car, grabbing her arm trying to awake her calmly, this is honestly the nicest I have ever been to anyone. She then flicks her eyes open and closed bating them beautifully. Taken by surprise she kisses me strongly and passionate but quickly releases. I want to pull her back in, but I think I know what she thought.

"Derek...OH MY GOD. I am so sorry, I was dreaming or a nightmare about Harry." she replies, her cheeks become flush in embarrassment. I try not to show my little bit of pain that it wasn't meant for me beings I did save her. I also try to hold back my laughter at her blushing.

"I understand" is all I can say because honestly I don't know what to say. I don't really care. (end of Derek's pov)

What did I just do? I literally just kissed Derek thinking it was Harry. At least I got a little bit of sleep, though it wasn't so good. Visions of good and bad Harry flash through my mind like a slideshow on repeat, except without the soothing music. HARRY, THATS RIGHT HARRY. The flashback of him almost killing me plays back in my head. That's when I feel myself crying. At the moment Derek is silent, I am glad I don't know if I could take a snickered remark from him right now.