Stay With Me

Chapter 12

Walking down the path to my car, I continued forward feeling extremely creeped out by the stranger there. I had just left from having dinner with the guys including Zayn. To my pleasure it went fine, and they all left after, leaving me alone to find the person in my car. I'd left the driver's window down, to give the car some air because of the cake that was in it. Niall's nephew Theo was turning three this week, and I was set to be in charge of the cake. However, I don't think anyone will be getting any cake by the looks of this situation.

A man sat in the drivers seat. The roof cast his face into a deep shadow and all I could see were sunglasses and brown hair. Light brown, like my own. It even looked like my current style. A few inches long, tousled, and curly.

"Hey," I said as I walked closer.

The man didn't respond. I grabbed the handle, yanked open the door, and watched at the body fell out. Toppled, as I jumped back with a manly yelp. Looking around my surroundings, to see if anyone would jump out and yell that he's just been pranked. But as he studies the body closer, he stumbled back even more when he saw the the man had no eyes. The man hung out of the car, with his shades falling off. Beneath where the shades once were, were blood-crusted pits. I went to scream, but then the scenery changed to a deserted grocery shop. I looked around the shelves and at the flickering lights, and the gloomy fog that hovered around the ground. Capturing my lower lip between my teeth, I hesitantly walked through the store through all of the isles.

Searching for anyone else that was in the store with me. I turned one more corner, and froze when I saw a shadowed figure in the distance. Gasping, I staggered back and reached my hand out, knocking over a few cans of vegetable soup. The shadow came closer and closer, as I retreated further and further away. My back hit a shelf causing my steps to come to an end. The figure stopped a few feet in front of me, and inspected over me almost judging. Feeling my breathing quicken, I gripped the shelves behind me and closed my eyes tightly. Feeling a cold wisp of air brush past my cheeks, I peaked open my eyes and gasped when the figure was right in front of me. The figure was male, and very thin looking.

'Harry, it's so nice to finally have some one on one with you.'

The voice, It's low and soft but powerful enough to send chills of fear through your body. Harry wants to scream. To ask how the figure knew him, to know why he was in the situation. Opening his mouth to say something after a few long minutes, Harry's eyes opened when he felt the figures two fingers going in his mouth. He screamed loudly, when he saw the figure disappearing inside of his body.

Sitting up quickly from his dream, Harry felt his chest rising and falling quickly. He was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Harry looked all around himself, trying to get a sense of where he was. The darkness engulfed the whole room. The darkness overtook any sense of purity, leaving Harry even more confused and frightened not knowing if his nightmare was over yet. There was a constant ringing in his ears, and he pleaded for it to stop. Stumbling out of bed, and to the kitchen, Harry pulled open the cabinets and grabbed a mug for some tea. Pulling open a drawer to get a spoon. Harry shaky fingers searched around the unorganized drawer, and accidentally cut himself pretty deep on one of the knives that were in there.

As the flesh splits, mild crimson liquid pops from the barrier and seeps away from the wound. Thick beads crawling as brisk as it travels etching red streaks that crisp with advancing time. Hissing in pain, Harry grabbed a spoon with his other hand and put it on the table before slamming the drawer shut. He goes over to the sink and turns the faucet on, waiting for the water to get cold enough. Once it does, Harry quickly put his finger under the water only seeing the crimson blood vanish away. Turning his finger slightly, Harry frowned even more confused when he didn't see any form of wound. Turning off the water, Harry shook his head at the weird moment and slowly went back over to the mug and spoon. Making himself a quick tea to calm his nerves. Harry drank it hot, just wanting to relax and go back to bed.

Finishing the cuppa, Harry quickly rinsed out the mug and put it in the sink. Dragging himself to the bed, Harry got back under the cover and sighed softly. He stayed up for a few more minutes just to slow his heartbeat. The dream felt so real. Like...like there was actually something there. Like the person that fell out of the car was actually real...like everything he just experience had actually just occurred. Shaking his head in disbelief with himself, Harry pulled the cover over his shoulders and laid with his head pressed to the soft pillow. Letting his eyes flutter close Harry sighed once again as he tried to go back to sleep.

A/N: Things are about to get interesting...