Chapter THREE!

Kate POV

"Who's the girl Harry?" Was shouted to us over and over again. Harry's grip on my waist never faltered as he guided me through the crowd. The girls pushed from all directions, their arms flinging out trying to get just one touch. I felt the heat radiate of the bodies of the girls, it was so closely packed. I had never really suffered from claustrophobia but I could tell my anxiety levels were rising as a girl slammed against me, knocking me slightly. I wasn't used to this. The pit of my stomach wrapped in nausea, getting tighter and tighter. My knees feeling wobbly, I staggered through the never ending forest of girls.

A photographer flung his camera into my face, snapping away, the light blinding. I squinted as I covered my face with my hand, I couldn't handle this. The sweat building on the back of my neck, the way I felt that night I was attacked, I had this same feeling. Taking deep breaths trying to calm myself but it wasn't working; I could feel myself start to panic. The breaths escaping my lips getting more ragged. I felt the tight hold on my waist weaken as Harry was pulled away from me. I watched his mop move further away but I didn't dare move as the closely packed bodies followed, shoving into me, and hands all over me.

"Kate!" Harry shouted from a distance but I couldn't answer, the thoughts inside my head swirling. A force was pushing me from behind as my feet were made to stagger forward by the impatient force, I didn't fight it, not even knowing what I was doing I freely moved forward. Images of a tranquil environment faded into my mind for a second before I was dragged back into reality whilst a tall blonde girl shoved me so powerfully, I fell into the person in front of me, and they turned to me and scowled.

The screams were becoming deafening my ear drums ringing but they didn't stop they just got louder, I guessed that they could now see the rest of the boys. I could hear the panicked voices of the boys repeatedly shouting my name due to my height my frame wouldn't be seen in this bustle but I still couldn't answer, the crowd pushed again, smashing into me harder. Sweat seeped out of the pores making my hands clammy. Chances of being found anytime soon was very slim, I was getting deeper and deeper into the sea of girls, stuck in the middle. Lost. My heart thumping in my chest so hard that I thought it was going to fly out of my skin and land on the floor.

I looked around me, realising that there wasn't a way out; I was surrounded in every direction blocking all exits. My chest tightening as hands carried on pushing me, touching me, feeling me. The images of a happy place quickly shifted to memories, memories that had been locked away, that I wanted to be forgotten but no memory like that never gets forgotten, it going to be with me for the rest of my life stuck to me like my forehead has been branded, the scold will fade over time but I'll be left with scars a constant reminder.

My hearing became muffled as my body started to switch off but I carried on panicking struggling for breath. I was hot and sweaty, my eyes becoming clouded, I could feel myself starting to loose balance but my body didn't obey my brain. Then everything went black.

Harry POV

The pulling and pushing remained constant but Kate was my priority, I couldn't find her. I had been pulled away from her and I hadn't seen her since. I called out for her again but it was hard to be heard over the screams, my head turning frantically from side to side, intently scanning the crowd but nothing. I had lost the others too as they also searched for her. My heart was accelerating, I knew she was scared, I knew she would be panicking, thoughts of….him whooshing to her mind. Thinking of this, I knew that I had to fight my way through the crowd, reaching my hand out I elbowed my way through the crowd but it was like running on sand. Girls screaming in your ear, it was enough to make you deaf, photographers taking your picture, more girls tugging on every exposed material their hands roaming. My temples started to gather water droplets of sweat due to nerves and worry. I carried on searching but I couldn't see her, I called out for her again but no answer. My stomach was in my chest, a million thoughts slipping through the cracks in my mind, the thoughts I was trying to block out. What if she was hurt? What if someone had taken her? Today was a hectic even I was starting to freak out, I cant imagine how Kate must be feeling.

I ran my fingers through my curls, frustrated. I needed to find her….just at that moment over all the screaming, I could make out someone shout.

"Oh my gosh, she's fainted!"

I spun to face the direction in which the shout had come from, it might not even be Kate but I needed to make sure, to settle my raging mind.

Forcefully I pushed my way through the ocean of fans, not caring whether I was pushing a little too hard. Some girls soon started to realise that I was trying to get through and stepped out the way as much as possible for me to pass. It felt like it had taken me forever to get the small circle that had turned from us to the girl who had fainted; I pushed my way through to the centre, hoping that it wasn't Kate.

I saw Kate lying on the cold, hard concrete, a girl bent over her trying to see if she was okay. She was still unconscious, quickly I knelt down next to her and lifted the top half of her body her into my arms, rocking, shushing, and waiting for her to come around. The crowd disintegrated as the police herded them like sheep, keeping them away from us. Her eye lids still closed her cheeks red, pulsating as the blood coursed through her veins. Though her cheeks were a bright shade of red, her skin was drained and sick looking, her lips drained of colour. I held her hot body close to me, her heat beating hard not the usual healthy pattern. Anger raged through my core. I should of held onto her tighter! I should of kept more of an eye on her. I should of tried to get out of the crowd with her quicker.

Softly, the pad of my thumb rubbed against her cheek. She must have been out for a good few minutes; her skin was still hot under my skin. I unzipped her jacket opening it slightly letting the icy wind thrash against her trying to cool her down. The temperature of her body dwindled slightly.

The waiting reminded me of when I was in the hospital with her not too long ago, the anxiety and worry and nausea hammering against you, not letting you have a break. I shook my head hoping to shake the memories along with it. The boy's faces today were identical to their faces in the hospital, knowing we were helpless, there was nothing we could do, it was out of our control it was aggravating and painful. The pain of waiting was becoming to much as the memories bored into my mind, there wasn't anything I could do to forget about them as I clung onto her, praying for her to come round so these memories would disappear. I was guessing this day was bringing back awful memories for all of us, proving memories are forever lasting especially the bad ones.

Heey everyone, I am so sorry I have been absolute rubbish at updating this week but I've been so uninspired that its unreal but what did you think? And before you ask no Kate isn't dead she's just fainted and will come around, so chill everyone! I am enjoying writing this so much so please review because I want to know if you're enjoying it too! Are you enjoying the story so far? Not sure on my next update as I have a busy weekend, I will try to update tomorrow but no promises! If you haven't already add this story to story alert. So many of you already have and I appreciate it so much and PLEASE REVIEW cos I heart it when you guys do! Thank-you for reading and all the support its so encouraging and confidence boosting, I love you all! xoxo