When He Was Mine (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven - 'Bipolar Situation'

Continues - Harry's P.O.V

"So where did you say we were going?" Lucy asked impatiently as I held open the door for her. A cool wind brushed my face as we left the warmth of Starbucks.

"Oh and thanks" she muttered.

"What for?" a puzzled expression twisted my face.

"For holding the door open for me" she smiled, giggling slightly.

"Ohhhh" I laughed. Inside I was relieved she wasn't being sarcastic about not getting an invite to the Christmas Disco from me yet. I swallowed hard.

I locked our glove covered fingers tightly together. The Christmas lights lit up her face once again. An angry butterfly fluttered around my stomach and back reminding me of what I needed to do. I placed my un-taken hand on my abdomen.

"Don't you feel well?" Lucy questioned me, placing a delicate hand on my upper arm.

I pulled my hand away from my core, "I'm fine" I said quickly leaving no time for questions.

"It's just that you were comforting your stomach and you look a bit pale" she said removing her hand from my arm and placed the back of it on my forehead.

"No I'm fine" I repeated slowly pulling her hand away from my face.

She nodded her head but she could tell something was different with me. I was so bad at hiding things.

As we walked, she rested her head on my shoulder, the bobble on top of her hat tickled my cheek. The area around us was silent yet now we could hear crowds as we approached the place they'd be turning on the last of the lights tonight.

There must have been at least 100 people waiting to see the grand finale. Old couples cuddled into each to keep warm. Families with fresh faced children that cheered and screamed in excitement. Their smiles made up most of their faces they were grinning that much.

Lucy squeezed my hand as if she was in pain. She wasn't one for crowds after what that disgusting piece of crap did to her. I placed my lips on her forehead assuring her that he wouldn't be here to hurt her and that I was there if she needed me. We started slowly getting deeper and deeper into the crowd.

Walking through the crowd - Lucy's P.O.V

I gripped to Harry's hand like I was holding onto the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. With every step I took, my knees shook from side to side. I felt weak and powerless like I had that night. I sensed the eyes that watched me, studied my every movement. My heart pounded against my rib cage, the pain crippled me. My quivering feminine hands were steadied by Harry's big manly ones. My lungs were deflated, no air getting in or out.

"Harry" I  yelped.

He nodded his head. He could tell from the vulnerability in my voice and the feebleness of my body that I needed to get out. I was still unable to breath. I was going to pass out right here, right now. Harry tucked me under his arm for support then started shoving people out of the way.

"Harry, I cann'tt bbbbreatthh" I whimpered, my vision blurry and out of focus.

"Keep taking deep breathes" he whispered down my ear. Then the pitch of his voice changed.

"Move" "Move!" "Can you move please" "My girlfriend is going to faint, get out of the way" he bellowed aggressively, pushing people who got in our path.

Now back in an open space Harry gently lowered me to one of the benches. My heart rate started to slow down and I felt oxygen pumping through my lungs once again. I smiled a relieved smile at Harry who brushed my hair off my face.