Ariana's POV
I woke up in a car. Let me rephrase that. I woke up in someone's arms. I heard his voice. He was singing my favorite song. Ed Sheeran is awesome!
I felt that he was about to put me down. But I squeezed his hand, hoping he'd get the message that I didn't want to lay down. He did.
I just laid there. In some random person's arms. It was good just laying there. Then it happened. I felt my heart racing. I felt my breathing quicken. Panic attack.
I shot my eyes open. I was breathing so hard. I was scrambling around trying to stop it. I felt like my heart was about to give up. I saw black spots. Then there were more.
Harry's POV
I was so happy. At least that's what I was thinking.
"Yes, it is what you're thinking."
"Would you shut up, you dumb conscious?"
"Harry, your doing it again!" Zayn freaked out.
"Ha. I love my job." My conscious said.
"You get on my nerves."
"I can tell one of your nerves, to hurt you. So I suggest you shut it."
I put that little thing somewhere else in my brain. I just focused on the innocent girl in front of me. I don't understand why I became so mean to her. And I don't get it.
As I was thinking, her eyes shot up. Her breathing was on fire! She was shaking like crazy. Zayn stepped on the gas and hurried down the road. She got worse. And I saw her eyes starting to droop.
"Ariana stay with me! Don't close your eyes! Stay with me!" I said.
Her breathing became more and more faster and I had to do the only thing that could stop it at the moment. Just to hold her breath for a minute. Just to calm her heart.
I kissed her.
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QOTC: What's your fav ice cream flavor?
AOTC: Cookies n' Cream:)
