"we're all killers. we've all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we've all got blood on our hands, something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive."
saige used to think the worst thing that could happen was the football captain not liking...
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Saige's POV
"Niall.."
My eyes fluttered open, my face cuddled into Harry's neck as his head moved around.
"You've got to go, Niall.."
I pulled back, finding Harry lost in a nightmare. His brows were furrowed together, his eyes moving underneath his eyelids as he searched for something.
"Harry.." I trailed off, my hands finding his face.
"You've got to go.." he mumbled, turning his head to the side. "Niall, please.."
"Harry, wake up." I said, sitting up and shaking him softly.
He continued to move around, his actions speeding up, starting to yell. "Go!"
"Harry, wake up!" I said, his face in between my hands.
His eyes opened and he looked around before his eyes rested on me. He was breathing heavily, his breathe fanning across my face.
My thumbs rested against his cheekbones as my eyes met his green ones. "You were having a nightmare."
He glanced away, his head falling.
I pulled my hands away, brushing his hair away from his sticky forehead. "You were saying Niall in your sleep."
"Niall.." he mumbled underneath his breath before getting off the couch, nearly pushing me to the floor. "I'm sorry, I-I need to breathe."
"Harry, wait-"
The door closed, leaving me alone in the living room. Before I could think about it, I pulled on my boots, following him outside. He needed someone there to tell him it was okay.
"Harry?" I asked, squinting in the dark.
I could hear him mumbling to himself as I pushed through the brush. I entered a clearing, seeing Harry sitting on a tree stump, holding his head between his hands, breathing heavily.
"Harry?" I asked, kneeling beside him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-Niall-I-"
I slid my palm across his back, rubbing it softly. "Harry, it's okay.."
He looked up at me, his hot breath hitting my face as he struggled to breathe. He was having a panic attack.
"Breathe, Harry, breathe," I said, instructing him to breathe deeply. "It's okay, think about something happy."
"Like what?" He asked, looking away, struggling to take a breath.
"Like Asher trying to sing Britney Spears," I said as he laughed, closing his eyes and starting to breathe. "He sounds like a cat being strangled to death."
He focused on his breathing, finally taking full breaths, his pants normalizing. He turned to me as I brushed the hair from his face, smiling softly.
