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T w e n t y - s i x

T w e n t y - s i x 

Not seeing Harry for a few days is probably the worst feeling. It's a feeling of emptiness that takes place in my heart, the pain seeming to grow with each hour that we are apart. It's funny really how I can be so attached to someone that I haven't known for that long. 

Talking to Harry everyday on Wattpad, and actually seeing him in person makes me feel so complete. And now that I am not with him, it is just tearing me apart. 

It also makes me worried for my own good. How will I live if Harry has to go back to the UK for some reason, how am I going to survive everyday without being physically next to him. It's terrifying how much I depend on it, but I can't help it. 

Another sigh escapes from my lips as I stare at my ceiling. I look sideways at my phone sitting on my bedside table and reach for it. Clicking on the home button, I see it's two in the afternoon and Harry still didn't call or text. 

This empty feeling inside me is so great that I blew off yoga class and called in sick for work. I sort of feels like I am suffocating in the inside.

It's probably been seventeen hours that I've been laying down in the same position on my bed, but I don't feel like getting up anytime soon. 

Thoughts swirl my mind. The evil ones. The one's that nag your every thought, bring all the bad ones that you managed to hide away for quite some time now. 

I close my eyes letting the darkness hold myself hostage. I can see images of all the horrible things that came in my life: my dog's death, getting rejected to my top university I wanted to go to, Nick being depressed, Nick's death, Nick's funeral, Nick being gone. 

I open my eyes, feeling warm tears running down my sides. 

What is happening to me?! I was doing fine a few days ago. 

I hastily wipe them away, just noticing that my breathing is rapid. I finally sit up, gasping for breath, trying to calm down my beating heart. 

"Dais? Daisy?" I hear a British accent say. 

"Oh god." I mutter to myself, using the back of my hands to wipe the tears that are still running down my face. I hear my door unlock, my heart beating fast as I suddenly remember I put a spare key under my mat in case Nick was ever to come back. I panic. I decide to pretend that I'm sleeping, quickly laying down on my stomach, my head turned away from Harry who just entered my apartment.

"Daisy?" He asks, softer this time. With each step I hear him take, my heart thumps even louder in my chest. I suck in a deep breath when I feel his hand on my back. "Dais, I know you're awake, look at me." The pleading tone in his voice shatters my heart. I take in a deep breath, wiping my nose before turning over and sitting upright. 

When Harry sees my tear filled eyes, his face immediately turns into one of worry. I can see his eyebrows dip down, his lips curving down also as he examines me. 

"Hi." I squeak out, looking down to avoid his gaze. 

"Wh-at happened?" His voice cracks. I see him put his leg on my bed, using his hands to help him crawl over besides me. I can feel his warmth as he wraps one of his arms around my fragile body, bringing me towards his chest. 

"I-I don't know-w." I honestly say, sobs escaping my mouth.

It's like I don't have any control over my body. It just feels so helpless, so useless, so empty. I let the darkness fully take over. 

"Shh." Harry says, cradling me in his arms. His hands rub circles on my back, surprisingly making me feel a bit calmer. I can feel his lips press onto my head, giving me kisses to try to heal my permanent wounds.