-phone call-
<Hello there.
W-what do you want?
<Oh nothing, I was just wondering how was my sexy model, model isn’t it?
Fuck off.
<Feisty.. I see
What do you want?
<Hey, hey respect. I know where you are in this exact moment.
Oh no you don’t. I huff
-end of phone call-
“Who was it?” Harry asks his face full of concern.
I shook my head beyond shocked.
“I-I nothing it was just a-“ all of a sudden a knock comes from the door. I look at Harry who was already looking at me.
“I’ll go.” I say. He stands up following my steps. As I twist the door knob Harry prepares himself to punch someone kind of. I almost laugh at his actions until the door flung opens. I jump back surprised to see the figure in front of me. Harry immediately clams himself.
“Umm, do I know you?” He asks. Luke grins stepping inside the house.
“No, you don’t. But she does” he says pointing at me. I feel weak by just looking at him.
Since so many years here he is. All a monster, heartless. After what he did to me I was emotionless, but by the time I became stronger, or felt. But by seeing the enemy face to face all those years fade away and I feel the same as I used to.
“Luke..” I ‘greet’. I wont let this bastard tear me down. I repeat to myself.
“Babe. I haven’t seen you in so long.” He hold my chin, holding my by the waist. Totally ignoring Harry. As seen he is shocked by the scenario in front of him. Luke leans in as our lips are centimeters away I slap him right across his ass face. He opens his mouth to say something but Harry instinctively punches him in the nose.
I cover my mouth and step back. “Harry I-I’m sorry. H-He jus-“
“Who the fuck is he? I mean I have the right to know as a boyfriend, don’t I?” He says his eyes darken.
“He is just and old frien-nd, I mean n-not a-“ He cuts me off.
“A fucking old friend? Are you serious! He was about to kiss you, and he is just an old friend!” He yells at me pushing me making me fall. I scream in pain, he just stares at me.
“I will ask you one more time, and one only who the fuck is he?!” He yells again not even caring about the dude laying next to him who is knocked out, or even me.
“Your impossible Daniella!” he yells. My heart aches at his words. My breathing starts to increase faster and faster.
“Harry” I manage to say. He just walks away. “Make up your mind for gods sake.”
My surroundings started to revolve around me. I hear screaming everywhere. I blink my eyes rapidly and I find myself in my room. I cover my ears and shut my eyes, but it doesn’t seems to work. “Daniella?” I hear a voice next to me. I feel two hands on my shoulders shaking me.
“Dude she is having a panic attack what did you do?” I hear someone say.
“I-I didn’t meant t-“ I hear the another voice say.
“Dans listen to me please. Breath, all you are seeing isn’t there. It’s just you imagination alright. Breath I know you can do this.”
“Don’t call he ‘Dans’ you dumbass!” I her the other voice shout.
“Shut up! Don’t yo-“ before he can even finish I start to scream on top of my lungs.
-
Whatever happened felt like hell. It was a feeling I haven’t felt in such a long time, and I’m happy I haven’t felt it lately, but scared at the same time about it happening again. It’s a feeling of not knowing what’s happening, not being able to say what’s inside of you. Not being able to do anything aside from panic at what’s happening.
I open my eyes to a bright room. I quickly sit up and look around to find a crying Harry next to me.
“Finally you’re awake.” He says through sobs. I just simply nod crossing my arms.
“I.. I’m sorry for everything I said. I know that I reacted a bit..” he stops himself thinking of the correct word.
“Can you take me home?” I ask. A tear slowly running down his face.
“Sure” he says standing up.
Helloo there! Thanks for all the reads! love y'all and stay classy!
