Escaping this yearning Escapade(A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter ten

The smell of pine stings my nose as my eyes flutter open. I sit up and look around me to see my current surroundings; I'm sitting on grass underneath a Pine Tree. Standing to my feet I'm hoping to find...something...but all there is is just more Pine Trees and more grass. A shiver rakes itself down my spine and I have the sudden urge to run. Before my mine can process it, I'm running and running and running until my body stops. There in front me of me stands my house, which is in the middle of this grassy nowhere surrounded by trees. I get uncomfortable at the sight, my house normally stands in a friendly neighborhood, it shouldn't be here in the middle of nowhere. Every part of my being is screaming no, but my body takes action without me wanting. I panic as I have no control over my it. It finally reaches the door, every footstep a dread. My body rings the doorbell and my insides are literally inside out. Footsteps could be heard from inside, get louder and closer by the minute. I try to move, but my body is paralyzed. I try to speak, but nothing comes out. The footsteps stop and the door creaks as it opens only to be left ajar. The slower it all happens the more it feels like hell. The door opens wider and I try to do something, anything. When my body doesn't act, I scream inside my head. I just scream until I can no longer scream. The door is finally opened but everything goes pitch black.

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"What the hell?!" Harry shouts. I jump up and out of my position moving my hands in front of me, wiggling my fingers. Finally I let out a long breath at the recognition of being able to be in control of my own body again. I don't know what was scarier, not being in control of my own body or what was behind that door. I shudder at the thought. At least it was just a dream and its all over now; I reassure myself. I'm covered in sweat and my pulse is racing.

"What the hell?" Harry repeats after I don't respond.

"You were screaming loud as hell!" He continues but I just roll my eyes laying back down facing away from him.

"Were you having nightmares?" There's somewhat of a mocking tone behind his words.

"Hello...?" He keeps talking.

"I don't want to talk about it." I snap, hoping he'll finally shut the hell up.

He doesn't speak further and I'm grateful. I find it extremely difficult to go back to sleep. I blame it on my abrupt awakening but part of me thinks it's the thought of having that nightmare again. That whole not being in control of my body shit really got to me. Before I can try to sleep again it's daylight out. I turn to face Harry who is still driving, dark purple bags are visible under his eyes. How is that boy still awake and where is he driving to? Where are we anyways? I sit up to look outside my window to find snow everywhere.

As if he read my mind he speaks, "Look, I've been driving for what? Eleven hours? I'm tired as fuck and I would've stopped long ago but knowing you you would have pulled some sneaky shit."

He looks at me through his review mirror as he continues, "But sleep isn't the big problem here. I have to taking a piss really bad and I'm fucking hungry." I just ignore him and his obnoxious complaing.

He pulls over at a small lodge as I read the sign out in front. "OXBOW Bed & Breakfast" it reads.

Harry turns off the ignition and turns around to look at me.

"I already know you're going to try to escape again but remember what we went over?" I don't meet his eyes.

"Remember?" He presses though gritted teeth. All it takes is for him to pull out that gun and I'm all ears. He parked at the far end of the lot and there is no sign of people anywhere. I start to cringe away from him and he sighs.