Butterfly Who Forgot To Fly...

Ch-11 Day2

Anastasia's P.O.V

We're on our break from recording random songs in the studio at boys' house. The boys are in the kitchen but I prefer to rest here in the studio. The studio is a good place to recover, from all the anxiety and the haunting thoughts.

I find a cushion near the entrance and sit against the wall, letting the cold from the grey stones seep into me. My headache from over - thinking has returned, as well as the sleepiness from the last night's.
"Come on, babe. I know how you always wanted to see what's behind that door, ill show you." Justin says as he guides me to the door on the third floor, I follow closely behind him.
"Now close your eyes, we're about to show you the surprise." He says as he slowly opens the door and I close my eyes.
"Justin, can I open them now? I know we've entered." No response.
"Justin, are you listening? Can I open my eyes now?" Still no answer.
I open my eyes terrified, the room is pitch dark except for the moonlight reflecting on the widow beside the entrance of the room. "Justin, Justin..Justin you know I don't like these pranks..", "Justin I'm scared,please come out!"
I see a figure standing in front of me, "Oh, thank god you're there Justin. I almost got scared-" but I'm cut off by his hand which he places on my mouth. I try to speak but he's holding on too tight, I try to run but his other hand is holding me by my waist. I try to scream but no sound escapes my lips, instead the tears are rushing down fast, I can't do anything.
"What did you think babe, I'd show you a beautiful surprise? Well, you're right I do have a surprise for you.." he speaks in a cold harsh tone, his eyes showing no mercy.
"..see" he points towards the window, and suddenly all the ferocious blood feeding wolves are standing by the window, saliva dripping out of their mouth.
With a howl the wig sprang.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! !!!"

That's the nightmare from last night that keeps haunting me. It just keeps replaying itself over and over again. I wipe my hands by the side of my jeans they're all sweaty.

"Hey." I look sideways and see Harry knocking on the stone wall like it's a door. He grins, "This is not quite enthusiastic dance I was expecting. Cheer up, you're coping very well!"

"I don't dance." I say.

"Yeah, I should've known better" he sits down beside me, his back too against the wall. He's wearing a white tee and skin tight jeans, his hair in a bun. He draws his knees upto his chest and wraps his arms around them. Our feet are just a few inches apart. I don't know why, I notice that. Well, yes I do- he's a boy. I don't know how to talk to boys. Especially the ones who're four years older than me.

"Niall and Louis are in the kitchen", he says, and there's a grin on his face. "They're trying to cook, and are definitely going to cause a havoc on there."

I chuckle. I decide to be a little bold and stand up to go and talk to the boys. The earlier I get comfortable with them, the better.

"Where are you going?"

"To talk to the boys. I have to learn to get along with everyone here if I have to work with you guys."

He looks at me amazed, but then helps himself up to his feet and we make our way through the studio door to the kitchen.

Liam is sitting on one of the chairs from the kitchen slap and playing cards.

"Hey, Anastasia wanna taste my and Lous' sandwich?" Niall askes. "We experimented with Nutella, butter, and ketchup on this one." Louis adds explaining. I nod. "Its not going to kill me is it?" Niall and Louis grin.

"No if we did, Harry will probably won't leave us. He punches hard." Niall says.

From the corner of my eye I see Harry giving a death stare to Niall. "Just kidding."Niall submits holding his hands up on the air in defence.