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Philophobia

Chapter Eighteen

"Take me home." I stammered.

"You're scared, aren't you?" He asked, now bringing a larger distance between our bodies.

My silence was enough to answer, while the pit grew at the bottom of my stomach. My eyes not leaving my shoes.

"Good. Be afraid, we all should be!" He then boomed. "If you play your cards right, Jaybird, you won't need to be scared." He whispered confidently.

"Take me home." I then repeated, my stomach now knotting together.




"Pack a bag, I'll be here before noon tomorrow morning." My eyes furrowed to a frown.

"Excuse me -" "you're excused." His sarcastic tone was only followed by a cheeky grin. Allowing his deep cut dimples to show.

"Enough acting like a child, Harry. I'm not going anywhere with you." Quickly, I released my seatbelt from the buckle. My hands then finding the door handle, after the click of the locks.

"I didn't give you an option." He sounded serious now, his voice deeper, more sure of himself.

"Looks as if I gave myself one, than." I retorted, while quickly unlocking my own door.

Once the door had slammed behind me, I felt the chill. Not the wind, not the night air. The feeling of no safety and closure. Not knowing what could happen when he wasn't around..





The sound of zippers, shuffling, and heavy breaths are what caught my attention. My eyes slowly adjusting to the growing light from outside.

I thought I was caught in a dream when I seen the dark figure in the corner of my room, throwing random clothes and belongings into a duffle bag. The mop hair growing familiar. Harry?

"What're you doing here?" My weakened voice from the morning awakening.

"Go back to sleep. It's too early, love." He whispered sweetly. Sweetly?

"No." I quickly recovered from my hazy thoughts.

"Don't be stubborn, Jaybird. Not now." He again whispered kindly. His back still faced to me.

"Come here," he then turned. Dropping the bag carefully to the ground quietly. Quickly walking towards me and wrapping his arms under me. Gently, I was lifted and was now being carried bridle style.

Oddly, I found this comforting as my head then rested against his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart. Only a matter of seconds before my body had began to settle into a rest again.

"That's it, Jay, go to sleep." Harry's voice cooed from above me. The last thing I had heard before my eyes had shut into a dead sleep.



"Wake up. Jaybird, wake up." I felt the nudge on my arm quickly pushing me into a gasping awake.

"What?! Wait - Harry?" My brows furrowed once I noticed him, sitting in front of the wheel.

"We're here."

My eyes quickly skimmed the area outside my window. Only seeing the rain pour down against the glass, and the slight show of green noticeable from where I was sitting.

"Where is here?" I asked, now fully confused.

"No where." He smirked slight, before turning the grumble of the engine off.

Notes

Hello everyone! This was wrote out on my phone, so it took me a while, but I got it. Sorry I haven't updated in a bit. I'll be able to more during the holidays!

I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!!!

I'm writing a new story, currently has not been posted, but I'm excited! And really hoping you guys read and enjoy it :) far different storyline from this one, and actually sort of different from my style!

I won't give out details but I'll keep you's updated on it.

Answer me this:
Would you wanna read another one of my stories?

COMMENT , RATE , AND SUBSCRIBE <3 l

- xoxo C

Comments

Please update

Carissa Carissa
3/24/14

Please update!

Carrotlover Carrotlover
3/16/14

Well that's what make your story even more interesting: in your notes, you just put all your thoughts on there, and it's really, but really cool and interesting!
Hey, being dork is not only negative. It's someone who can be themselves and doesn't care if people judge. Seriously, your ''dorkiness'' isn't a bad thing! :)
I hope for you that one of your ambition will come true. If you take the path of writing, well I'm telling, plus all your readers: you can make it.
Even though this is a fic, I don't feel like it's one. I feel like I'm reading a book, but on the internet. I'm not feeling it's Harry Styles from One Direction (Well, I think you never wrote Styles, so maybe I'm wrong thinking it's Harry Styles, but ANYWAY.). I feel it's just another character from your head. My point is: your story could be found on a shelf at the library store. So, if you finished your story (not that I'm septic, no no! I know you can finish it! :) ), I suggested you to send it to a publishing house! :D
I'm glad to know I made you smile :) Don't give up on your writing and delete everything. See how much people love your work? See how much we enjoy reading it? Don't worry, you have a beautiful writing. Yeah... I get frustrated me too when I wrote my story. I'm a french Canadian, and it's sometimes tricky to express, for example, a situation or an emotion in english. But this site helps me, so I'll continue :)
Have a gooooood morning/afternoon/evening/night or whatever time it is where you live xD

marie.eve07 marie.eve07
1/9/14

@marie.eve07
I read your comment, and couldn't stop smiling! Personally, I write on this site as practice. My future ambition being between writing and visual arts. Though, I'm glad you like my story! So many times I've thought about deleting this, and just quitting. But I don't want to do that to my readers! I have never found a love for my own writing, so I just get frustrated after awhile.
Plus, when you commented on my notes, I literally just read back through all of them and realized how big of a dork I sound!!! Hahaha

Canadianeeh Canadianeeh
1/8/14

I really love your work. The choice of words, the main plot, how you express everything... It''s just, wow! I felt like it was really happening, that Jamie, Hunter and Harry were really living (okay, we all know Harry is living on this Earth for real but you know what I mean. Well, I hope xD anyway) keep up writing. If writing wasn't in your choice of career, think about twice; I'm not just saying this to be sweet with you. No, I believe you're an exquisite writer and your imagination will never stop growing. You'll go far in life with only a pen and paper.
I really love reading your notes too. They're twisted up with wisdom words and hilarious sentences!
Okay... This comment is pretty long, maybe I should've sent it in messages.... Hahahaha xD

marie.eve07 marie.eve07
1/8/14