in a while || cara delevingne

ch. 9 : paps | blankets

Cara opens the door and steps out, holding her hand out to me.

I take her hand and step out of the car cautiously, checking our surroundings.

"It's alright, love," I hear Cara say, "They're not here. But we should go in before they've figured out that I've gone home."

"That's not what I'm worried about." I mumble quietly so Cara can't hear, and she pulls me up the stairs to her door, searching through her bag for her keys.

"Fuck." she mutters and I grab her hand, stopping her from digging through her purse.

"Thats not helping." she tells me as I grab her bag and move a few things around before finding her keys and handing them to her, smirking.

She rolls her eyes and unlocks the door, grabbing my hand and pulling me in with her.

When we walk in, I close the door behind me and suddenly slump down against it, dizzy. Cara kneels in front of me, a worried look on her face.

I think she calls my name, but I don't really hear her. My thoughts are rushing back and forth through my head, heart beating at what feels like a hundred miles per hour, body shaking so much and I can barely breathe.

The paps. What if they got something? What if it goes viral? What if my parents see?

What if Lucas sees?

No. He can't. I don't want to hurt him. I can't let him see those pictures. He'll think I was playing him the whole time, that it's a joke. But it's not. I like Lucas. I l-

I feel a sudden sting against my cheek and then a lovely British accent calling my name.

"Alex." I hear, feeling someone place their hands on my face and looking straight into my eyes.

"Breathe, Alex, love," I hear her saying to me, "in and out love. Calm down, in and out, in and out."

I synchronise my breathing with Cara's words and slowly calm down. She moves her hands from my face to my wrists, gently pulling me up before lightly brushing back the hair that had fallen in my face.

I suddenly begin to cry. At this, Cara pulls me into her arms, engulfing me in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry." I mumble through my tears, and Cara just hushes me, gently caressing the back of my head while I cry into her shoulder.

She walks, somewhat oddly, with me still in her arms into what I assume is her living room and sits down on the couch, pulling me into her side.

"Love," she says to me, tucking my hair away from my face as I lay against her shoulder, wiping my eyes, "what made you so upset?"

I shake my head and almost start crying again but I hold back. "I-I don't know." I tell her, "I mean, a lot of times I just freak out about things and then I overwork myself up and have a panic attack."

"Anxiety too, love." She tells me, and I nod even though it wasn't really stated as a question.

"For a while." I mumble and she just wraps her arm around me, kissing the top of my head.

We sit there for I'm not sure how long, until Cara mumbles something about tea and gets up. When I feel her warmth leave me I let out a small whine and Cara whips around.

"I haven't even known you for two weeks and you're already whining for me." she says and winks before I frown as she turns away and heads into the kitchen.

I see a blanket at the other end of the couch and reach for it with my foot, too lazy to reach for it with my hands. I flick my foot under the blanket, trying to pry it off. It won't budge. I let out a huff and slam my foot down before trying again. My foot slides under but the blanket just slips off. I let out a small growl. I am not going to get up for this. I kick the blanket and there's a slight budge. I smirk. Kicking it again, it doesn't move. Sighing, I try sliding my foot under again.