Darling, hold me l.s

Chapter13

"Hello?" I call out... why the fuck is my house so empty. I continue walking through rooms. I switch on a light. The light flickers and then shuts right off.

I continue walking but then I look down at my hands...

My tank...... I then reach up to touch under my nose. I begin to panic.

I don't have it on. Did I leave it somewhere? Have I forgotten it?

No. Impossible.

I close my eyes. Harry. Breath. You can wear without it for a few hours but you must be absolutely

Calm.

"Harry?" I hear behind me. I spin around-
"N-Niall?" I question. Why the fuck-

"Why are you in my house?" I ask. Niall steps closer. He then smiles, "I've come to tell you... you're on your own."

"What?" I question. Niall then looks sad, "if I'm on my own... why shouldn't you be?"

I shake my head not understanding.

Niall then smiles. Still sad. "You feel bad but you don't have to anymore....

Don't worry, you're getting what you deserve"

"Niall- I don't understand I-" suddenly Niall starts to shake. "Niall-"

"It's time to get treated the way you've acted" Niall's voice drops two octaves lover.

Niall's hair then starts changing. It changes in color. Niall's bones crack.

I hear them. Each one. In his face. Changing his appearance. He then turns around as if in pain.

I stare. Shocked. Scared.

I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around.

I can't breath.

I then feel another tap. I then spin around again. Except.

That's not Niall. He's in Niall's clothing. But no-

Standing before me are the Rosters.

I know they're bad. I'm screaming at myself. It's like I'm a ghost attached to the walls now- not feeling. Just seeing.

More like seeing and feeling, actually.

"Run Harry! Run!" I scream. My lungs are strong. But I'm not moving. I can't

"Hey Harry... you got a bathroom here?"

"Yes... follow me."

No! Idiot! I yell. It's as if the Harry I am now watching is a completely oblivious one.

I watch myself, still continuing to walk up the stairs with the Rosters trailing behind.

I watch them, and myself, go all the way up the stairs.

I hear distant shouting. And then a door locking. I try to move. But I can't. I'm just looking down on the room.

I can't see. I can only feel.

I start screaming too. A pain. A deep pain settles. I don't even want to know what's happening. I can't.

My lungs burn. My body burns. My hands itch. My head is spinning.

The room is spinning.

And then.

It stops. I look back down on the floor. But I then realize that the Rosters are there. They're holding they're arms up. As if to catch something.

Menacing smiles on their faces. "Your turn." One of them say. I then feel a falling sensation and realize that the floor beneath me and the Rosters are getting closer... and closer.

I can't tell if I'm screaming. But my throat burns. My skin feels as if bugs are crawling underneath- I'm so scared.

Once I'm centimeters away now.

Away from those disgusting hands. Centimeters away from tortureHarry jolts awake.

Breathing heavily. Harry tries his best to calm himself down. And it works per usual.

Harry then turns to the clock. His alarm is supposed to sound in an hour for school. Harry sighs and lays back down. Another nightmare, Harry mumbles. Harry then starts to cry. He can't help it.

When will these stop? What can he do?

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Sorry it's so short! I wanted to add more to this but I decided to save it for the next chapter which will be coming v soon ❤️