Breathless

Three

Previously:
Am I really going to tell her? I asked myself.
I feel like I can trust her with my life, despite the fact that we only met about eight and a half hours ago.

I take a deep breath before I start explaining everything.
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"In high school I liked this guy in my English class...his name was Drac, (A/N: 'Drac' is pronounced the same as 'Drake') and he was the hottest guy in school.
Everyone wanted to date them, and after they did..they would disappear. No one seemed to care or pay any attention to it, because there was a different story for each. It was either they moved to a different state, or they got switched into private school."

"Anyway, when I found out he liked me back, I was ecstatic. Sooner or later, we started dating."
I let out a shaky breath and put down my untouched dinner before continuing.
"He wanted to be everywhere and anywhere I was. Not thinking too much of it, I just assumed that he was a protective boyfriend...until things started to get weird."

"For example, he said he loved me only the second time we have been out. He also told me that same night that he would never leave my side, and that he can already see and plan our future together." I swallowed hard as my forehead creased, bringing up the tough and emotional memories.

"Then, I started receiving notes. Handwritten, scripted, small letters in tiny white envelopes with my name written in script across the front. At first they were cute, short and sweet things like 'I love you!', or others would say 'I miss you!'. But, when the letters got more detailed, it became more concerning."

I felt the tears start to build up in my eyes, but I swallowed them down, wanting to continue my story.

"One letter I got was about the way he thought how I slept was cute...and we have never slept in the same bed, or alone in the same room before."

"That's creepy." Trish states, shoving more fries into her mouth.

I nod, "another letter I got was about how he liked the way I dressed into my pajamas as soon as I got home from school."

"Oh my god!" Trish exclaimed. "How often would you get these lettters?"

"Basically everyday there would be a new white envelope when I got home in front of my door."

She slightly shook her head back and fourth in complete disgust.

"Then the letters started to contain pictures, and that is when I decided to tell my parents everything. They called the police and they arrested him, putting him in a mental hospital instead of jail."
I took in a deep breath.
"Once he was in there, my parents decided to move so when and if he got released, he wouldn't be able to find me. That's why we moved here and that is part of the reason why I chose this college."

"Wow.." Trish said, "so where is he now? Is he still in the institution?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it has only been four months since this all happened, so he's not getting out anytime soon."

It felt good to tell someone instead of keeping it bottled up.

"Well, you're a brave and strong woman, Syd. And i'm sorry this happened but if you need anyone to talk to, I'm here." She smiled but before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." I pushed myself off the bed and headed for the door.

When I opened the door, Harry stood there with his hands in his pockets. His hair looked like it had been tugged at; his curls now more like long, stretched out pieces all messily arranged in the same direction.

"Harry?" I questioned, wondering why he was here.

"Hey, erm....I just wanted to see how you were doing." There was a pause, "I-I saw you crying when you left and-"

"I'm fine." I stated clearly, "just wasn't feeling well is all."

One of his hands moved out of his front pocket and to the nape of his neck, rubbing it.
"Oh okay." He hesitated. "Well, I'll see you around."

I nodded, closing the door slowly as he walked away. When I turned around, Trish had a look on her face.
"What??" I asked.

"What do you mean what?!" She raised her voice. "Couldn't you tell that he clearly likes you!"

"No he doesn't.." I say while getting back into my bed and going under the covers. "..even if he did, I am not looking for anyone to date right now."

I looked at her nodding at me before turning around and laying on my side, so my back was now to her.

When the lights flickered off, I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

"..he clearly likes you!" Her voice sounded in my head.

The thought of Harry standing in our doorway, coming to make sure I was okay, was sweet.
He intrigues me, and the more I start to think about Harry, I feel a smile form on my face.

Once I realize that I am doing that I quickly bring my lips into a straight line.

You can't start liking Harry. I told myself, but the problem is...I think I already have.

A/N:Some people have been telling me they want Harrys POV so I PROMISE there will be a his POV in the next chapter!! Hope you liked this one, it was kind of a filler so you guys could get a better understanding of Sydney's past, and the kind of place she is in right now:) thanks for reading!!

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