"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
The song above is what Nova is listening to, but I think it fits the chapter really well :)
"I guess space, and time Takes violent things, angry things And makes them kind"
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Harry
I didn't get to Nova's until midnight to relieve Niall from his first shift of watching over her. Niall met me outside of the building when I arrived, telling me he didn't see anything out of the ordinary but then proceeded to tell me how Nova was doing. When he began to tell me how broken and worn she looked I felt like all the air was robbed from my lungs.
I'm terrified to see her. I'm scared shitless.
She probably hates me considering I didn't follow the ambulance to the hospital. Maybe she doesn't even know I'm the one that found her. Who am I kidding, Judy and Mason probably told her and now I look like huge jackass.
I wanted to be there when she woke up, I wanted to be the one that told her everything but what would she think of me? She can't stand me and I know I'm the reason she wants no part of me- I'm a terrible human being. She deserves only the best, but I'm a selfish asshole who follows her like she's my green light. I'm pathetic really.
I hate to see her damaged and I'm terrified I'll see her and begin to think I was the reason for her injury. It was my fault though, I should've known the shooter would eventually come after us and I should have been more careful. I just so badly wanted to believe they were after just me and not her. She doesn't deserve this and I feel responsible for getting her involved in my shit.
Niall left about ten minutes ago and I've just been standing in front the apartment building, gathering myself and the courage to go and see her. I know she'll most likely be asleep, and maybe that's for the best, but a part of me wants to see her comforting green eyes and to hear her soft voice.
Maybe I don't deserve that though. Maybe I don't deserve her- I know that I don't.
I stand mulling over my thoughts, only feeling like I'm just psyching myself out the more I stand here. I take a deep breath and run a nervous hand through my hair, finally getting the nerve to head up to her apartment. I head for the back of the building, deciding to go up the metal staircase instead of walking through the front door. I don't want to wake anyone up and I don't want to draw too much attention to myself.
I grab onto the metal hand rail and begin my journey up the rickety staircase, feeling my stomach in my throat. I take one step at a time, feeling my knees weak and feet feeble. When I make it to the fourth floor, I count the windows on the side of the building, trying to locate hers. I make way to what should be her bedroom window and begin to feel neurotic as I stare at my reflection in the glass. As I stare at myself, I see how distressed I look. I haven't slept and been able to stop my high strung thoughts.
