𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 » 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 (𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥)

chapter twenty eight

Harry

I gasp loudly as if I just got the air back in my lungs after drowning as I quickly sit up. I frantically look around trying to figure out where I was and what happened. When I finally calm down somewhat, I realize that I'm back in my room on my own bed. I could feel my forehead slightly drenched with sweat, my heart trying to get back to regular speed as my body came in touch with the familiarity of my room. I take huge gulps of breath, settling down more wiping a few drops of sweat from my head.

However when I start to remember exactly the reason for my freak out, I freeze up again. Quickly pulling my knees up to my chest, I rest my chin on top of them shivering slightly even though I wasn't cold. Just thought of maybe having seeing him gave me chills. It had to have been all a dream. That would be the only explanation for waking up in my bed in a heated sweat, wouldn't it? As real as it felt, I just wanted to believe it wasn't real so that I wouldn't have to deal with the reality of it. It it we're real, that meant so many things that I just wasn't ready to face.

I sigh, moving my head to rest my forehead against my knees. I could feel the soft fabric of my clothing rub against my skin. I quickly pull back looking down at my legs and notice I'm in tight fitting sweats. Then my eyes widen once I scan over my body and realize that I'm wearing the same outfit from my so called dream. I close my eyes tightly, shaking my head and mumbling to myself over and over, 'this is not real'. Which is hard to believe no matter how many times I say it. I've seen him return plenty of times to know it could very well be real. But, this time I pleaded for it not to be. I was finally on the right track of mind, I was finally happy, I had finally stopped feeling that tugging pain in my heart. Everything was going so well. My brain did not want to believe he was back because that meant everything I built up would come crashing back down on me.

Maybe I was gonna go on that jog but ended up falling asleep and having that terrible dream. I had probably never made it out of the tower. Yeah, that's definitely what happened. I let out a nervous laugh as I wipe the remaining sweat from my head. I was being paranoid as always. I let my legs slide down the bed to lie flat as I lean against the headboard of my bed. I decide to take a shower since I had been sweating and lazily swing my legs over the side of my bed. I pause once I look over and notice my window is slightly ajar, the light wind blowing against my curtains. My body seizes as I sit and stare. I never leave my window open when I'm not in my room. Who could've done that?

I stiffly get up and slowly walk over to the window. I look out of the window seeing nothing but feet of garden and sand, but nothing else in sight. I quickly shut my window and sit on the window seat, nervously brushing a hand through my now free falling hair. I snatch my hand away wondering how my hair got out of it's bun, or if I ever had it in a bun in the first place. What is happening right now? Was I going insane? I sink down into the seat, about to close my eyes and recollect myself. That's when my eyes comes across a piece of paper lying on the other side of the window seat. Frowning, I slowly reach for the paper that I don't remember putting there. I carefully unfold it, my hands starting to shakily horribly as I read what's written which is definitely not my handwriting, but one that I'm very familiar with.

You fainted before I could say anything, so I brought you home. I hope you're okay. Come back to the place where you saw me, I really need to talk to you, it's important. Please don't be afraid, I'm not here to hurt anybody.

~Z

I try to calm my rapid heartbeat before I end up going under cardiac arrest. I blink a thousand times per second trying to figure out if I was imagining this or not, but when I realize that I'm not my eyes come to a halt. It makes sense now. Waking up back in my bed, my window that was left open, my missing shoes and obviously tampered with hair. My heart races at the thought of Zayn having actually touched me. The thought of being in his arms as he carried me all the way back home, removing my shoes and untying my hair. My stomach flutters as memories of him cast through my head of how he used to do the same thing whenever I had fallen asleep while we weren't home. And he'd lie me in bed, taking off my shoes and undoing my hair so that I would be comfortable whilst I slept. The memory give me chills.

I get up and rush over to my desk, opening the drawer and shoving the note inside before slamming it shut as if I had a secret to hide. The force from the drawer slamming knocks over my cups of pens and pencils and I quickly try to catch all of them, having no control over which ones fell out or the ones I was able to save. I felt so crazy right now. I try to steady my breathing before I fainted again from lack of oxygen. I clutch my chest feeling like I was having a heart attack. I was going to die, I was going to die right here.

That's what I thought until I heard a knocking at my room door and someone calling my name.

"Harry? Are you in there? I heard noises and I am pretty sure you went for a jog earlier but I haven't seen you return, so I was just wondering if that's you in there or if you're a criminal who's ass I have to kick." I hear Louis' voice through the door. Of course his humor is sort of able to calm me, but I was still freaked out. I take a few deep breaths, steadying myself before I walk over to the down and opening it to reveal Louis standing on the other side. Once he sees me he sighs in relief. "Oh thank god it's you, I really didn't feel like fighting." He huffs. I laugh nervously.

"Yeah.."

"And how exactly did you get back here? I didn't see you come in." Louis asked curiously. I bit my lip. I couldn't say that I came through the roof or the window, because first off, I couldn't fly and there's no way I could've came through those ways. So, I had to come up with something the least bit believable.

"I don't know how you didn't see me, I walked right past you." I say. Louis frowns slightly.

"Really? I didn't see you. Ha, I must've been really into that video game." Louis chuckles. I nod, laughing with him.

"Yeah, you and your video games."

"Well, you might want to get back down there with everybody. We decided to binge watch the new season of Stranger Things together and Liam is preparing to become the third wheel. You should see him, he looks miserable." Louis rolls his eyes. I narrow my eyes at him.

"Wait, so you guys were gonna watch it without me?" I pout slightly, and Louis bats his eye lashes innocently.

"We wouldn't do something so terrible." He says. Then he turns around to speed walk away once I glare at him. "Meet ya downstairs!" I roll my eyes at him and begin to follow behind him, but I pause. I turn back around to take another look into my room, my gaze landing upon the window lingering there for a few moments. Biting my lip, I step back and let my door close quickly losing view of it. I shake my head, turning around and walking away.

All I could think about was whether or not I should tell the others. They wouldn't want me to keep secrets, and they wouldn't do the same to me. I was past keeping secrets from my friends. Maybe I should tell them. Not right now because I didn't want to ruin anything, but later on I could.

After all, it was the right thing to do.

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