Cassandra by Taylor Swift 

I was in my tower weaving nightmares twisting all my smiles into snarls, they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware, What happens if it becomes who you are?

Waking up naked and fucking freezing in the middle of the night was not ideal. But my phone was ringing, and it wouldn't stop.

Slipping out of Grayson's arms and getting to my feet, I slip my underwear on. Grayson's a deep sleeper, so he doesn't even stir when I leave.

I'm chittering when I step out to the balcony and hit accept on the unknown number.

"Hello?" I tremble into the cold crisp air at 3am.

"Sweetheart? That you?" A voice turns my body to paralysis. My entire frame stops shivering and is dead still.

I know that voice. I know him. 

No... No... No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

He's dead. He's dead. He's dead.

"Whoever the fuck this is, it's not fucking funny!" I yell with terror, trying to sound brave despite the agonising seise in my heart. My loud colume makes birds in nearby trees scatter.

"You're on the balcony, go inside, you'll catch a chill." Danny tells me calmly.

I can feel tears falling down my face like a crazed person.

"You're dead." I find myself saying aloud. "Did you see my body?" He taunts. "I.. I spoke to cops about you.. I sent your little brother a letter the day of your funeral.. I swear- You're dead!" I sob distraughtly. 

"But did you see me? Think back baby. Did you ever see my body?" He continues.

"This.. this is AI.. or a prerecorded message." I accuse. "Stop it." He growls. "Stop what?" I bawl. "Stop diverting this. You know deep down I'm still here." He tells me.

"You killed yourself." I scream into the night sky with a hoarse and broken voice. 

"Then why are you so worried?" He teases. "Who is this? And why are you doing this?" I demand with rage.

"Sweetheart you know who it is. And I'm calling cause I want to see what's under those sexy red underwear." He whispers into the phone.

My whole body vibrating with both horror and chills of cold. I look down at myself slowly, remembering the red lingerie I'm wearing and crying out with anxiety.

"What do you want?" I whimper in desperation, looking all around. I stare at every possible place where I could be seen right now and coming up empty.

"I want you back." He hums softly. "Please leave me alone." I whine beggingly.

"I won't hurt you Sweetheart. Not yet." He hushes. 

Then the call ends and I move quicker than I've ever moved before. Running inside, I slam the balcony door closed and lock it. Grayson jolts awake on the bed, watching me intensely.

I race towards the front door and twist the lock, frantically racing to all the possible passage entryways and blocking them. After I've pushed a desk against the bookshelf, Grayson finally comprehends somethings wrong and races to my side.

"Paris, what's going on?" He asks me, watching carefully as I stand on the desk and climb up onto the shelf to block the painting entrance at the highest point in the room with a pile of books.

"The hell are you doing? Get down!" Grayson yells, jumping atop the desk and keeping his hands behind me on the shelf to catch me in case I fall.

"He's.. He's here." I bawl, mid panic attack.

"Who is?! Careful!" He asks then scolds when I slip a little.

"He's- Fuck!" I squeal, grabbing my chest and slipping back a little at the sharp pain in my chest.

"You're gonna give yourself a heart attack, just get down and talk to me." He pleads. 

"He's not dead. And- And he's here." I shout in the midst of weeps.

"Get the fuck down!" He finally screams, just lifting me down instead of watching me risk my life.

Placing me down on the desk beside him with his hands wrapped around me he holds me firmly even when my body squirms trying to move towards more entryways to close them off.

"Speak." Grayson orders.

"Can't.." Is all I manage to say between anxious gasps and hyperventalation.

"Panic attack. Got it. You're fine. Just keep breathing." He recognises and starts to help immediately.

He's calm and unfazed to make me calm down. 

"Grayson- I swear.. He's here." I say between sharp and painful gasps.

"Who is, P? Just give me a name. That's all you've gotta say." He urges, rubbing my neck assuringly.

"Can't.. say it." I close my eyes with agony.

"Okay. Just breathe first. If someone is here, you can't do anything if you're in the middle of a panic attack." He decides.

I nod frantically, eyes darting all around before he grips my chin gently and tips it towards him. "Just in and out. You got it, baby." He says nonchelantly. 

I place my hand on his bare chest to feel his heart beating and chest rising so I can follow it. He immediately understands and lets me. With one land snaked around my waist holding me up, and the other cradling my neck, he stays calm.

"You're doing good." He encourages when my breathing starts to slow. I open my mouth to explain before being cut off. "No. You can talk once it's gone." He offers.

The soft fabric of his pajama shorts rub against my bare thighs and provide the perfect comfort.

"You're good now?" He asks. I nod slowly and open my mouth. Grayson nods for me to go ahead and then he lifts me down from the desk along with him.

"He's alive." I say, sounding more grounded. "You've mentioned. And who exactly is he?" Grayson challenges.

"I can't say it." I shake my head with anguish. "Why not?" Grayson raises a brow. 

"I can't bring myself to say his name." I sob. My boyfriend sighs with realization and reaches out to wipe off all the tears from my cheeks that just keep spilling out.

"Danny." He confirms. I cringe with fear upon hearing that name that I've been refusing to say all this time.

"P, I promise you, whatever nightmare you had isn't true. He's dead." Grayson confirms with sympathy.

"No.. No it's not a nightmare. I got a call. I swear to god I need you to believe me. Please- Please don't think I'm crazy." I plead, taking his two hands and staring intensely into his eyes.

"I do. I believe every word that leaves your mouth. I- I trust you okay? But what you saw, was an illusion. Okay it's just your mind tricking you." He strokes my hands gently.

"No! I have the call to prove it. You need to believe me. I was on the balcony and he saw me and he told me I'd be cold if I stayed outside." I inform him.

"Okay. It was a prank call. And they probably heard the wind." He coos calmly.

"He complemented my red underwear. And it made me think.. I never saw his body. I got told he killed himself but I never saw him.. or saw an autopsy report." I scramble.

"Okay... we'll get your call history searched and figure out who's messing with you. And we can fly back to Connecticut together and visit his grave to prove it's not him." Grayson promises.

"We need someone to search the grounds. He's here. I swear." I tell him. 

"Okay.. Yeah." He agrees, grabbing his phone and calling Oren. Grayson tosses me some shorts and a baggy shirt to throw over my underwear. 

In no time security is flooding our room, my phone's being taken and I'm getting asked to repeat the entire conversation.

Grayson sticks by my side the entire time, arm draped over my shoulders, giving me a squeeze when I get too exhausted to stay up longer.

Eventually by 4:30am, Grayson and I are permitted to sleep once again. With security lining the door and even one on the balcony, we slip back under the covers.

Grayson holds me as I try to sleep again, he rubs my shoulders and assures me I'm safe. He pretends not to, but he stays up all night as I sleep just for peace of mind for both of us.

(a/n. Really short chapter, but I'm planning on uploading tomorrow if I can. What does everyone think? Do you guys think it's Danny, or someone else? Let me know all your predictions and thoughts. Hope you guys enjoyed)