Title: Just Hold My Hand
Author: Kristen a.k.a. Italian Kitty
Rating: PG-13, R
Chapters: 1/8
A dilemma. Not something that occurs with Haley James too often. Sure, she's had her share of ups and downs. Who hasn't? But this, this isn't just one of those "things" that happens and then we are supposed to get over it. Oh no, this was a problem. This was a very weird incident that sparked a chain reaction of equally odd occurrences that would ultimately help her find herself and learn a little something about the power of Love. Something a certain Haley James was definitely not used to. After all, this is Tree Hill, not some silly Soap Opera.
And so the story begins.
Her eyes opened lazily, trying to adjust to the burning light shining in from the window, obviously telling her it was time to wake her butt up. Still squinting she shifted around awkwardly, looking for the source of the ever-present ringing in her ears. Her eyes landed on the alarm clock resting on the bedside table. Her arm rose and flung out to smack the hideous machine and it successfully hit the snooze button. She groggily turned over and snuggled deeper into the silky sheets, not wanting to fully awaken yet.
But wait a second. Her eyes popped open in confused haste. 'Do I own silk sheets?'
Suddenly jumping to a sitting position she did indeed find that she sheets were in fact not hers and that they were a fabulous shade of dark crimson red. Quickly scanning her brain she found she only knew one person who had these colored sheets.
Nathan Scott.
One delicate hand flew to her mouth in horror. Looking around nervously she noticed no one else was in the room. Thank God. She looked down at her lap, half expecting to find herself naked but thankfully it was not so. She let out a sigh of relief to find she was at least wearing an oversized t-shirt, but than again, it was obviously not hers. Which didn't help ease the tension in her stomach or stop her face from flushing at this extremely odd situation.
Suddenly a noise from the kitchen followed by loud footsteps were making their way closer to her exact location. Was this a good opportunity to scream? Knowing who was coming down the hall, not knowing how she got here, and definitely not knowing what had happened last night, I think you'd be kind of freaked out too. But then, why wasn't she franticly up and darting under the bed or in a closet? Why were her legs not unraveling themselves from the softness of these wonderful deliciously smelling sheets? And why was Nathan Scott standing in front of her wearing a casual sexy grin carrying a large breakfast tray?
Perhaps we should back up.
Haley smiled at her reflection as she tucked a stray strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. Smoothing her hands down her velvet black dress, she gave herself a nod to approve of her appearance and quickly left the ladies' room. Her black high heels clicked along the marble floors of the fancy restaurant. She picked up her pace, anxious to get back to a certain tall, dark haired, dark eyed man of her dreams. She saw him, standing there by the door, casually leaned up against one of the windows. He held her jacket in one arm and his eyes lazily gazed out at the evening sky. She smiled and her heart melted at the realization that this wonderful man was hers.
Feeling her eyes burning into him he turned, gracing her with a mischievous grin that always made her cheeks blush. He opened his arms to her; aching to have his hands encircle her tiny body and breathe in her delicious scent. His hands squeezed her tight and his mouth rested against her ear.
"I love you."
His sultry whisper made chills run down her spine, all the way to her toes. She could feel the raw lust dripping from his voice, and it made her insides warm to the core. She could feel his nose playfully rubbing against her exposed neck, and it made her smile. His smell was so intoxicating, it made her mind go completely blank and only open her senses to experience him. His lips started dropping tiny kisses along her sensitive throat, while his hands started to roam the curves of her body.
"Let's go home", she whispered as he let her out of his embrace. Her smile almost faltered from the lack of warmth she savored when she was in his arms. She also always felt safe in them.
They left the restaurant, hand in hand, commenting on the chill, and light snow that was starting to fall. They made it towards the car and started driving home. These were the last things she could remember before.
"911 emergency, we have an automobile accident involving a white Caucasian Male and Female, approximately 20-25 years in age, only injuries to the Female include slight head trauma and minor bleeding."
"Haley! Haley! Stay with me Haley, you're going to be alright."
She could hear his voice, but it sounded distant, like he was talking behind a glass wall. The only thing her body would register to was the overwhelming pain in her head. Her eyes continued to roll back desperately wanting to submit to the darkness. The only thing she remembered were his impassioned pleas getting louder, the soft wetness that fell from his eyes onto her blood stained hand. The hand he was holding onto.
A dilemma. Not something that occurs with Haley James too often. Sure, she's had her share of ups and downs. Who hasn't? But this, this isn't just one of those "things" that happens and then we are supposed to get over it. Oh no, this was a problem. This was a very weird incident that sparked a chain reaction of equally odd occurrences that would ultimately help her find herself and learn a little something about the power of Love. Something a certain Haley James was definitely not used to. After all, this is Tree Hill, not some silly Soap Opera.
And so the story begins.
Her eyes opened lazily, trying to adjust to the burning light shining in from the window, obviously telling her it was time to wake her butt up. Still squinting she shifted around awkwardly, looking for the source of the ever-present ringing in her ears. Her eyes landed on the alarm clock resting on the bedside table. Her arm rose and flung out to smack the hideous machine and it successfully hit the snooze button. She groggily turned over and snuggled deeper into the silky sheets, not wanting to fully awaken yet.
But wait a second. Her eyes popped open in confused haste. 'Do I own silk sheets?'
Suddenly jumping to a sitting position she did indeed find that she sheets were in fact not hers and that they were a fabulous shade of dark crimson red. Quickly scanning her brain she found she only knew one person who had these colored sheets.
Nathan Scott.
One delicate hand flew to her mouth in horror. Looking around nervously she noticed no one else was in the room. Thank God. She looked down at her lap, half expecting to find herself naked but thankfully it was not so. She let out a sigh of relief to find she was at least wearing an oversized t-shirt, but than again, it was obviously not hers. Which didn't help ease the tension in her stomach or stop her face from flushing at this extremely odd situation.
Suddenly a noise from the kitchen followed by loud footsteps were making their way closer to her exact location. Was this a good opportunity to scream? Knowing who was coming down the hall, not knowing how she got here, and definitely not knowing what had happened last night, I think you'd be kind of freaked out too. But then, why wasn't she franticly up and darting under the bed or in a closet? Why were her legs not unraveling themselves from the softness of these wonderful deliciously smelling sheets? And why was Nathan Scott standing in front of her wearing a casual sexy grin carrying a large breakfast tray?
Perhaps we should back up.
Haley smiled at her reflection as she tucked a stray strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. Smoothing her hands down her velvet black dress, she gave herself a nod to approve of her appearance and quickly left the ladies' room. Her black high heels clicked along the marble floors of the fancy restaurant. She picked up her pace, anxious to get back to a certain tall, dark haired, dark eyed man of her dreams. She saw him, standing there by the door, casually leaned up against one of the windows. He held her jacket in one arm and his eyes lazily gazed out at the evening sky. She smiled and her heart melted at the realization that this wonderful man was hers.
Feeling her eyes burning into him he turned, gracing her with a mischievous grin that always made her cheeks blush. He opened his arms to her; aching to have his hands encircle her tiny body and breathe in her delicious scent. His hands squeezed her tight and his mouth rested against her ear.
"I love you."
His sultry whisper made chills run down her spine, all the way to her toes. She could feel the raw lust dripping from his voice, and it made her insides warm to the core. She could feel his nose playfully rubbing against her exposed neck, and it made her smile. His smell was so intoxicating, it made her mind go completely blank and only open her senses to experience him. His lips started dropping tiny kisses along her sensitive throat, while his hands started to roam the curves of her body.
"Let's go home", she whispered as he let her out of his embrace. Her smile almost faltered from the lack of warmth she savored when she was in his arms. She also always felt safe in them.
They left the restaurant, hand in hand, commenting on the chill, and light snow that was starting to fall. They made it towards the car and started driving home. These were the last things she could remember before.
"911 emergency, we have an automobile accident involving a white Caucasian Male and Female, approximately 20-25 years in age, only injuries to the Female include slight head trauma and minor bleeding."
"Haley! Haley! Stay with me Haley, you're going to be alright."
She could hear his voice, but it sounded distant, like he was talking behind a glass wall. The only thing her body would register to was the overwhelming pain in her head. Her eyes continued to roll back desperately wanting to submit to the darkness. The only thing she remembered were his impassioned pleas getting louder, the soft wetness that fell from his eyes onto her blood stained hand. The hand he was holding onto.