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Grabbed my hand and we'll do it all over again
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Chapter 76
Harry's Pov.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Fucking breathe.
I've never been stuck underwater but I imagine this is a lighter depiction of what it feels like. When you're stuck in a panic attack and you can't get a full breathe. It's like somethings blocking your airways.
I fucking hate this.
I heard Tyson get here from downstairs when I heard the front door shut.
Fuck. It's really not the time.
I splashed cold water on my face and tried to keep it together until I get him out of here.
I walked downstairs and he hummed.
"I brought over more floor plans to look over for you." He threw down some folders on the coffee table and I just nodded, running my hand through my sweaty hair.
Anxiety makes me fucking sweat.
"You okay mate?" He asked sincerely, only earning a nod from me.
I walked into the kitchen, forcing myself to drink a half a bottle of water.
He made himself home as he sat on the kitchen counter, making me wanna bang my head into the fucking cabinets. I need him to go. I don't like having to fake it like this and I can't afford one more anxiety attack in front of him. My balcony door is already bolted shut because of him from the last one he witnessed.
"You wanna come with me and G to this show tonight?"
Him and Gianna are still together. I know, shock to me too. They're really on and off though, but who isn't I guess.
"Nah i'm good."
He slowly nodded before taking a deep breathe, something I envied because right now it's fucking impossible for me to get one deep breathe in for fucks sake.
"I wanna tell you something. I don't know if I should but..." He started, peaking my curiosity but also peaking this already high level of anxiety.
"What?" I swiftly asked.
He took a deep breathe and sighed.
"Theres a tattoo shop in Harlem. It's called Triple 7."
He stopped speaking as if that's all he wanted to say which quite frankly just pissed me off.
"Okay? I don't want a tattoo either." I shrugged with annoyance and he shook his head, looking like he was fighting with himself over something in his head.
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