Cursive - punk lp au - ((on hold))

3 - Time is Up

3 - Time is Up

Shannon's POV.

My heart is beating a million miles an hour against this, this strikingly handsome boy's chest. I can't seem to process what is going on. All I know is that he is way to close for comfort. And I use all my strength to push against Liam. He does not even budge at my lame attempt.

"Liam... I don't put out..." I say, hoping that this won't be the way I loose my freaking virginity at 20.

He doesn't seem to hear me, because he moves neither farther away or closer to me. His eyes are menacingly dark, even darker than his already pure brown color. His arm muscles are twitching, and though I should be terrified, I'm slightly turned on.

"Look, Liam, I don't know what you want from me... But we just met, and I can't have any distractions right now because this is my trial year in America. You need to back off. I won't sleep with you." I somehow mange to sputter out a command to him, though my voice holds more bravery than I am actually feeling.

His large hands let go of my hips and he turns away from me, not daring to look at my most likely paralyzed expression. I don't know what to do, other than walk away. I am panting with either excitement or fear. I can't tell. But my breathes are shaky as I try to calmly get out of this situation.

I am still draped in Harry's clothing as I contemplate if I should leave or not. I decide to get fresh air and make my way to the exit. When I reach the front door I open it quietly and step out. I don't tell anyone of my departure, because frankly, I have no idea where I am headed.

Any normal girl would have laughed this off, or maybe gave into Liam's needs. I guess I'm not normal. I get so extremely afraid; and my throat starts closing up, and my knees feel as if they are pricked with a million needles. I fear that I'm rushing, he's rushing, we're all rushing. We only just met.

I shuffle slowly down the cracked sidewalk.

Or maybe I fear that Nathan might see me with him.

Nathan.

Just thinking about his name sends shivers down my spine.

My body aches, remembering those long three years. And I shake my head fiercely trying to create a blank canvas. I just need to breathe.

This shouldn't even being freaking me out as much as it already has. Liam, I'm sure, is just sexually frustrated. And Nathan, he, is long, long gone.

My head pounds to a nervous beat, and I can't seem to keep walking. I feel my way over to a bench on the side of the quiet road. And I sit very still.

At this moment my anxiety rises because I have no idea where I am and I have no way to contact anyone. I am stranded. And in any other circumstance I would be bursting into laughter, but right now, I feel alone and all wound up... Probably for no reason.

I look at my surroundings; I have found my way to an empty street with a tacky bar sat on the corner. I guess they are my only hope. I get up and make my way down the road, ready to beg for a phone. Mind you, I'm still in Harry's ratty old pajamas, as I open the door to the cheap bar.

The old, old men sitting on their stools turn around and analyze me. I try my best to ignore them as I go to the front of the room. Behind the countertop, is a boy maybe a few years older than me, with suspenders and a bow tie on. He does not look like the typical bartender. I smile weakly at this innocent looking boy and clear my throat.

"Uh, well, do you have a phone I could borrow? I just need to make one quick phone call..." I mutter stupidly; awkwardly.

"Have 10¢?" He asks while raising an eyebrow.

"Well... No." I say feeling far too pathetic.

The boy reaches into his pocket and hands me his phone. "Just don't let my boss know I didn't make a pretty lady like you pay 10¢ for the pay phone." He says playfully while winking.

I smile weakly, but thankfully, and grab the phone from his hands. I clumsily dial Tahnee's number and whisper into the phone rather fast.

She may be laughing on the inside, but she knows that my nervousness is taking over and I can't quite think straight. I thank her a billion times once she says she's going to come find me. The pit in my stomach loosens a bit and I hang up; handing the phone back to the boy.

"Thank you, uh.. -"

"Nick." He says smiling brightly at me.

I sit down at a table and stare at the door waiting, praying for time to speed up.

My fears are ganging up on me and I can't tear my intent gaze away from the stupid entrance to the stupid bar; though I know, that it would be best if I did.

I can't help but feel stupidly weak, as I sit, on the verge of a fucking panic attack.

Who the hell does that?

Apparently I do...

And and seconds feel like minutes, and the minutes like hours.

And I can't help but feel sick to my stomach as I helplessly stare at the door.

And my breathing becomes unsteady; the pace quickening even more.

I know they are staring...

I know they are watching...

And suddenly everything starts spiraling and all I wish for is to not make scene. I don't want the attention. But I hear all the yelling, and feel them crowd around, as my body, stupidly falls. And hear the panic in everyone's voice as the sirens get louder, and I know they are scared. But they have no clue what scared actually is...

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Hi, this chapter is more serious. It taps on a fairly serious issue: anxiety. I only speak from experience and if any of you suffer from anxiety like me an feel that this is offensive I apologise ahead of time. Though if any of you readers do have anxiety, TALK TO ME. I was diagnosed as a kid and can totally be supportive about it. Maybe we should start a support group? Lol let me know! Sorry for the long author's note!!

Songs

Heart Attack - Demi Lovato

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