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reasons in time

"and they say she's in the class A Team, stuck in her daydream." -The A Team

a fix.

that's all i needed.

and i needed it now.

my body was reacting to the withdrawal.

my arms were itching, my head was pounding, and my heart was beating faster and harder that a hummingbird's wings.

i reached for the backpack between my knees and opened it reaching for that needle i need to fulfill my needs right now.

once the needle was in my arm, and the liquid was running through my veins, relief for my symptoms came.

but so did the bees.

they were all over me, suffocating me.

i started to scream, scream so loud.

i didn't know if anyone could actually hear me but i hoped they could.

i need someone to get them off me. now.

"help me!"

and apparently someone heard me. and there they were.

and i knew him. 

i knew him because i'd studied with him.

"niall."

his blue eyes were frantic, searching around me and my body for the source of my pain, the source of my histeria.

"niall"

"mate? haz? are you okay?"

his voice was frantic too. 

i am grateful that he cared, but why wasn't he getting the fucking bees of me?

"get them off,ni" 

my voice was pathetic, coming out as a garbled whimper.

"what? there's nothing on you, haz."

"please, ni. get them off!"

my voice was getting more and more scared every second.

"shh, haz. it's okay i promise there's nothing on you."

"but they're everywhere."

he crawled closer to me. a slight grimace of disgust for his surroundings was on his face.

he got his arms around me and the bees stopped stinging and buzzing.

"niall" 

my voice was back to the whimper. my body shaking with relieved yet scared sobs.

"i'm here, haz. i'm here."

"niall"

yeah, this was a hit.