The secret side of me

Chapter 22

Chapter 22.

Giana's pov.

It had only been four days so far. I was falling apart. I didn't know I needed him this much, I thought that this would be easy. But, it turned out to be the exact opposite. I had been stuck in my room since it happened. Every night his dark eyes stared down at my in my dreams, or nightmares I guess.

It always started with us cuddling or on a date. The day would be perfect and out of no where every night it would change drastically. When I looked at him his eyes had darkened and his fists were clenched. The skies clouded over and his hauntingly dark eyes would be the last thing I saw as his fist swung towards me and just as it was about to hit me I would wake up, panting and drenched in sweat.

I hadn't gotten a proper night sleep since. And just before I went to sleep every night I still craved for his touch. For his arms wrapped around my waist as I slept. Or his comforting kiss just as I woke up. For him to kiss me and tell it was just a dream and that he would never hurt me. But every night I wake up in my bed, alone.

I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I knew he loved me but the memory of him hitting Layla as if it was nothing still scared me. I wanted to go to his house and just be with him again but I was to afraid. I knew that I had no reason to fear him but there was still the voice in the back of my head saying he was dangerous and to stay away.

I woke up once again and looked around seeing I was safe in my room and even though I would find it empty I still always found my self loooking at the empty spot in my bed next to me, wishing that one time I would see Harry sleeping soundlessly.

I sat in my bed with my knees brought up to under my chin. I couldn't take it tonight. I had to see him. I needed to feeel his touch. I needed to hear him say that he loved me and that he would never hurt me. I needed him.

I qiuckly slipped into my vans not carrying that I was only in sweats and a tanktop. I threw on a matching jacket before I left my house speed walking in the direction of Harry's house. I knew it would just be him because Niall had been with Layla a lot lately.

My mind kept going back to the boy with the chestnut curls and the jade eyes. I was getting more exited with every step I took, getting closer to my destination. I let my mind wander thinking mostly of him but I forbid to start to over think this or think back to the reason I left becuase I know that if I did I would turn back around and go home. But I needed to be with him.

When I finally did get to his house I saw no car in the driveway. I brushed it off as Niall taking the car with him. I knocked on the door and waited but no one came to answer it. I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was two o'clock in the morning. I figured he was sleeping so I went to where he kept the spare key and I unlocked the door. I knew it was weird but I really couldn't careless right now.

I went inside and set the key on the counter. I threw off my shoes before running up to his room. Slowly I opened the door so I wouldn't wake him. But when I turned around the bed was empty. I checked Niall's room and found it empty as well. So I went down stairs and sat on the couch wondering where he was. He was probably at Louis house or one of them, and he stayed a little late.

I decided to wait on his couch for him to come home. I thought of his face when I had left. He would probably be happy to see me again. I know he didn't want me to leave so I was hoping my return would have been expected eventually and then when I did come back he would be as relieved as I would be.

I found myself waiting for him for a little over an hour and I was ready to leave since he probably just stayed the night at one of the guys houses or something of the sort. I had slipped my shoes on and grabbed the key. When I was walking aroung the corner to the den I heard the door open and a bang before it shut again.