Lucy's Point of View.

My heart sinks to my stomach and i stare at the letters, forming the terrifying text. Matthew sees it over my shoulder and hear him inhale sharply and stand up.

"Lets go," he says, and i look at him for second. He's stressed.

"Matt-"

"Now!" he yells as he walks to the door. I follow him. I grab my jacket off the hook on the wall when i get to the hallway and put on my shoes.

"Let's go!" Matthew repeats, his stern eyes looking at me as i walk to the door.

He rushes to the car and i get in when i hear the sound of it unlocking. He doesn't waste a single second to start the car up and drive out through the gate. His eyes are locked on the road as he speeds through the neighborhood, making me hold on to my seat and close my eyes.

"Matthew slow down," i open my eyes to look at him. His jaw clenched, his hands firmly placed on the gear shift and his eyes still staring intensely on the road before him. He ignores me, going faster. I feel myself starting to get scared and i close my eyes again.

"Please Matthew," plead and i feel the car slow down and i open my eyes again.

"I'm sorry," he says and looks at me for a second before looking back at the road again.

"But Jack can't know," he drives into the highway, speeding up again.

"You don't think i know that?" i frown. I wait for an answer, but he doesn't respond.

I check my phone, and it's been three minutes since i got the text. We'll never make it. I decide not to say anything, as he seems beyond irritated. I stare silently out on the road, his reckless driving making my heart pound.

After a while, i look at the GPS next to the dashboard, and it says that we'll be there in 3 minutes, and its 16 minutes since i got the text.

All i can do now is hope that Jack is stuck in traffic, and he hasn't texted me wondering where we are so he hasn't come home yet. The time it takes to drive from Matthew's place to jack's is actually about 30 minutes, but with the way Matthew is driving, i'm surprised were not already there.

"What do we do if he's already there?" i ask gently, trying to calm him down.

"I don't know," he mumbles, clenching his grip on the steering wheel.

"Can't we just say we went out for lunch or something?" i try to come up with a solution.

"You mean an hour since we ate breakfast in front of jack?" he hisses. I roll my eyes, and he looks at me with a disapproving glare.

"I'm just trying to come up with an excuse," i say, and he looks back at the road.

I start to recognize the road, and i try to breathe steadily. What would happen if he found out? Knowing him, he would be furious. But i'm not sure about what he'd do. There would be a problem if he found out i was involved with someone, and the fact that its Matthew, his best friend, makes this much more complicated. He wouldn't just be furious, he would be hurt.

I spot the house in the distance, and i squint to see if a car is parked in the driveway, but the big green hedges blocks the view. We drive closer, and the gate opens when Matthew approaches it. It seems like forever till we see into the driveway, but when we do, my heart stops. I spot the black shiny car just outside the garage.

He's already here. In the rush of the panic pumping through my body, i get out of the car and walk to the door with Matthew, neither of us saying a word. As soon as he puts his hand on the handle, the door flies open and Louis stands there, looking at us with confused eyes.

"Where have you been?" My shocked mind tries to process his question, and it suddenly hit me.

An excuse. I think about it for a second, and i realize that it could actually work.

"I had an attack, we went to the emergency room to get medication" i say and fake a tired look. Jack mouth falls agape and his eyebrows rise.

"What?" he whispers loudly, and i immediately feel bad. "Oh my god, you had a panic attack?" he says and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you ok?" he says and hugs me, and i see Matthew staring at me with wide, angry eyes. He doesn't know.

"Why didn't you call me?" he releases me from his hug and turns to Matthew.

"I-i told him not to, i didn't want to interrupt you, i knew it wasn't dangerous or anything," i shoot in before Matthew can answer.

Jack nods and gestures for us to come in, and he closes the door behind us. He leads us into the living room and sits me down.

"Can i get you anything?" Jack asks, and i ask for a glass of water.

My guilt grows as i see how worried Jack gets. My anxiety hasn't been a problem in three years. And now i use it as an excuse to go my brothers best friends house, visiting scary rooms and sleeping on his couch. I feel terrible. He turns and walks to the kitchen.

Matthew and I are left alone.

He stares at me, and i wait for him to ask me about it.

"Panic attack?" he says, leaving the words lingering in the air. I nod.

"Yes, i used to have them all the time when i was a kid."

"Were you planning on telling me this?" he asks angrily. His intense stare makes me look down for a second.

"Matthew, it's not a big deal, i haven't had one in years. Jack can't know, right?" i scoff, and his face softens.

He mouths an "I'm sorry" as Jack returns with my water.

The room is filled with tension as Jack sits down beside me and starts asking about my fake panic attack. The guilt pulsing through me, i see his genuine worry in his blue eyes.

"What triggered it?" Jack asks, and i quickly scan my mind for a lie.

"Michael and I had a fight," i say, my body growing more tense with each word.

Jack nods, and i spot Matthews eyes, still locked on me.

"About what?" Jack eyes fill with curiousness, and i wipe my sweaty palms on my thighs.

"I don't really want to talk about it," i avoid his question, and Jack frowns.

I feel like he knows it's a lie, or maybe i'm being paranoid. I'm not usually good at lying, but all of my energy right now is going into being as believable as possible. I glance on the clock on the wall behind Matthew, and its five past 2 o'clock.

I few moments of silence pass before Matthew leans forward where he sits on the couch.

"You should get some rest Lucy," his hands are intertwined, and his white striped shirt hangs loosely around his upper body, showing parts of some tattoos on his chest, making me urge to see them.

"He's right," Jack nods and offers me a hand getting up and walks me towards the stairs. I look back at Matthew, and his worried, confused, angry look frightens me as i leave the room.

"You sure you're alright?" Jack asks beside me, my stomach cringes with guilt seeing how upset and worried jack has gotten.

When we get to my bedroom, he offers me something to eat or drink but i decline and say that i'm going to take a nap. I close the door when he leaves, finding my phone from my back-pocket and sending a text to Michael.

*If anyone asks, we had a fight*

I'm still worried about how Matthew looked at me down there. But i don't get why he would be angry. We've haven't known each other for very long, and i haven't even thought about my anxiety disorder since i've met him.

My panic attacks are something i haven't struggled with for three years, and to bring it up again now to keep my brother from knowing that i'm hooking up with his best friend.. I'm the worst sister ever.

Matthew's Point of View.

Their voices fade away as they're walking up the stairs, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My adrenaline slowly goes away and i walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water to cool down. That was close, i could see some sort of suspicion in Jack' eyes right before Lucy lied about her panic attack.

I shouldn't get so mad about her not telling me about any panic attacks she had when she was younger, but i couldn't help it. To know that she has some sort of anxiety disorder makes me chill, and worried. What could have developed that?

Jack seemed extremely worried, it must be something serious for him to get that upset. After a while, I hear Jack walk down the stairs, and i walk to the living room again to ask him about it.

"Hey man," Jack mumbles and exhales in frustration, sitting down my the table.

Hey, you ok?" i ask him as he leans his head on his hand, his elbow on the armrest.

"Me? I'm okay, Lucy's the one who just had a panic attack," he gnarls, clearly a little irritated from my question. "You were there, how did it happen?" he asks.

My thoughts scatter when i need them, searching for a story to tell him.

"Well, she was in her room," i say and clear my throat, my head bewildered with thousands of scenarios to use. "And i didn't really see.. it," he keep eye contact with me, making me look down.

"I just heard her cry, and i walked into the room and she was having trouble breathing, so i carried her to my car and drove her to the emergency room," i say in one go, exhaling at the end.

I frown at the scene of Lucy crying, reminded of this morning, when she got so upset that i ignored her after we met in the bathroom. I'm reminded of why, that i decided to leave her alone because i am no good for her, and she'll end up hurt.

That's all i do, hurt people, and if not, they leave me when they find out who i really am. Lucy can't find out. But even though i swore to myself that i would distance myself from her, it didn't work.

1 fucking hour and we were kissing in my room. Jack nods at my explanation, and i feel relieved.

"Do the panic attacks happen often?" i ask, i want to find out more about it.

"She haven't had one in over three years, but before that she used to have them like once or twice a week," he explains, still looking down with his hair ruffled up.

"Why? Like was there any cause?" i question him further, trying not to sound too worried.

"Well... Growing up, our parents fought a lot, and i always used to calm the situations down when they occurred." His eyes darkens with the words.

"But after the X factor when i moved out to the states, there wasn't really anyone there to protect her from it," he explains and i see a smidge of guilt in his eyes.

"Thank you for taking care of her by the way," he says.

...

Its three o'clock and about an hour since Jack walked Lucy up to her room. We haven't eaten since breakfast, so i close my laptop and look around the room. It's dead silent, and i try to hear something from Lucy's room. But i hear nothing. Maybe she's really asleep.

Jack is taking a nap on the couch, and i went up to my room to work. I get up from my bed and notice how tired my body feels. I go to Lucy's room, and knock lightly on the door.

"Come in," i hear her voice beyond the door. I enter the room and i spot her laying under the covers, with a weak facial expression.

"Oh, i thought you were Jack," she says and pushes the duvet off her and sits up. I walk over to her, and i smell her heavenly scent as her beautiful eyes look up at mine.

Even though i'm tired and hungry, i have to restrain myself from pushing her down on the bed, and ravage her from head to toe.

"You hungry?" i ask, looking down on her.

"Not really," she frowns,

"You have to eat. C'mon," i offer my hand and a cute frown appears on her face before she takes it and stands up.

We go downstairs and she releases my hand as we enter the living room, where Jack is sleeping on the couch. I approach him and shake his shoulder lightly.

"Jack, were going for lunch you wanna come with?" he opens his eyes, and shakes his head slightly.

"I ate at the studio, but you guys go," he says, closing his eyes again.

We leave the room and i grab Lucy's hand as we walk to the car.

Lucy's Point of View.

I like it when he holds my hand. He hasn't let it go since we got in the car, and i feel his long fingers intertwined with mine, his index finger making circular motions on the back of my hand, reminding me of my dream.

My heart jumps at the memory, still embarrassed about it. I look over at him, and he's concentrating at the road before him, his other hand on the steering wheel. I don't know if i'll ever get used to his company. It's like whenever i'm with him, i'm so calm and so uneasy at the same time.

I'm not as nervous around him as i was when we first met four days ago, but i'm still intimidated by him, i don't know if that'll ever change. It's not often i've seen him smile. But sometimes it's like he takes off a mask and is this goofy, sweet person.

When i look around at the road, i realize that we aren't heading to the city. I thought we were going for lunch?

"Where are we going?" i ask.

"My place."

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In the future -sam
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