Mr. Styles (Completed)

Chapter Thirteen

-Mr. Styles-

-Chapter Thirteen-

A week after Harry's birthday, the nightmares started.

It was really only one nightmare, the same one happening over and over again.

They all started out the same, the scene from the party replaying in his head. Then he would drive Georgia home, and leave right after that.

Then the car wreck happened. Such vividly realistic scenes of what happened, the truck coming out of nowhere and slamming into the side of his Range Rover, sending him spiraling towards the side of the road, and into the tree.

Even though he knew what the dream was, expected it to happen every time, each time he had it, everything became worse.

He could barely get any sleep, and when he did, he was afraid to sleep because of the reoccurring nightmare.

He was driving himself over the edge.

But, Georgia had no idea any of that was happening, other than the reoccurring nightmare.

So there they were, lying in bed around one in the morning, perfectly entangled in each other's arms, when the nightmare happened again.

Harry's arms were around Georgia's waist, his hands gently cupped against her hip bone.

He twitched slightly in his sleep, his eyebrows furrowing, hoping in his mind it would go away.

But, it sadly never did.

He watched the party replay in his mind for what seemed like the millionth time that week. Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

He always felt his heart break into thousands of pieces when he saw the look on Georgia's face as he drove away.

Then, the actual wreck happened.

His grip on Georgia's waist became slightly tighter, his fingers pressing harshly against her skin.

Sweat began to shine his skin and hair as he tossed and turned slightly.

His eyes moved quickly and rapidly underneath his still closed eyelids as he tried to find a way out. A way to run away or escape.

When the car hit the tree in his sleep and he saw the way he imagined his body looked after that, and all the ambulances, medical teams, and people that crowded around, his body lost it.

His fingernails dug deeply into Georgia's waist, gripping tightly as if to ask her for help, to save him.

Georgia took notice this time as woke up, glancing down at her waist before up at Harry's un-peaceful face.

Her eyes widened as she had seen him in this state before, and she quickly sprung into action.

"Harry..", She whispered, knowing it would be easier to try and stay calm.

But each time she called his name, his grip got tighter.

She tried shaking him awake, or gently tapping his face, but nothing worked.

She was on the verge of tears now, the burning and ripping sensation on her hips almost unbearable.

She blinked away the tears before trying one more time.

"Harry!", She called.

His eyes shot open as he gasped for air, frantically looking around the room.