Anxious || Harry Styles

Chapter Fifteen

That gif makes me sad :( 

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

That night, the unsettling feeling in my stomach greatens. Even though I received the slip of paper explaining the excuse from my presentation on Thursday, I still feel anxious. I have never felt this anxious since Abby, Sophie and Chase confronted me of something so unnecessary and hurtful. Though this time, I realize that I am not anxious for myself, but for Harry. 

I am so worried about him. I haven't heard from him since his good night text I received in English class today which was more than twelve hours ago. I would text him or call him but I don't want the risk of waking him up because he needs his sleep. But each second that passes, makes me more anxious than the previous. 

It is eleven at night right now. And I am rolling around in my bed. 

I am dying to text him but I can't. I really don't want the risk of waking him up but what if Harry is awake and is waiting for my call. It could be something that Harry wants at the moment. This is honestly so messed up. 

I hear my phone ding on my bedside table. I quickly snatch it in a millisecond and see it's from Harry. I open the text not a second after. 

Hi, love. Are you awake? .xx 

The text makes me relieved that I finally heard from him after all this time. But it worries me. How long was he awake? I feel a bit bad now that I didn't contact him sooner.

Hey, Harry. Yeah, can't sleep, everything alright? xx. 

This is a time where people would bite their nails to the brim but since I don't bite my nails, thank god I have never went on that habit, I bite on my duvet. 

Could I call you? .xx 

He replies after a minute. My anxiety builds up as I reply yes and wait for his call. A few seconds after I sent the text, the call comes. 

"Harry." I breathe out. "Is everything okay?" My heart is beating so fast right now. 

"Joey." He let's out a shaky breath. 

"Are you okay?" I can't help but ask him again. 

"I managed to have some sleep." He says not really answering my question. I take that as he isn't really alright. I just want to be with him right now. 

"How long?" I ask while sitting up. I can't lay down with this anxiety. 

"Five hours." He's been home for more than twelve hours and he only got five. "I can't sleep." He says in a sad tone. I frown and squeeze my eyes shut. "I-could you-umm." 

"What is it? Do you need anything?" Harry stays silent for a few moments. I could hear his hitched breathing and I become scared that he is having another panic attack. "Harry." I say quietly. 

"Could you come over?" He says twice as slow. I look at the screen of my phone and see it is almost 11:30 at night. "Sorry, that was a stupid question." Harry rushed out when I didn't answer. 

"No. I want to come over so badly. Wait one sec." I put the phone down on my bed and quietly tiptoe down the hall to my mum's room. I wait at her door and hear regular deep breathing come out of her mouth. I tiptoe back to my room and put the phone against my ear. "I'll be there in 5, could you meet me at your back fence?" 

"Of course." 

"Okay see you then, bye, Harry." 

"Bye, Joey. Thank you, love." I smile.