Living with a Rockstar (Whitty x OC) {Completed}

Trouble (Part 1 - Encounter)

Heyo everyone! You read the title right, drama is coming, brought to you by yours truly. Now then, all images, videos and songs used in this chapter don't belong to me, they belong to their rightful owners. Now then, let the drama begin!

☀️Sunday Morning☀️

*Whitty's POV*
"You can't run forever...."

My footsteps were loud from stepping in puddles of water.

"He went over there, don't let him escape..."

I ran into a dead end, fear consuming me.

"Hold it! Hands where we can see them! Just come quietly with us..."

The fear within me built up until it poured over, my fuse lighting up in the process.

"He's going to explode! Take shelter!"

They couldn't get away in time, my explosion went off and all I saw was darkness.

My head finally grew back, allowing me to see my surroundings.

But, from what I saw, I wished I never did grow back my head.

Blood.....bodies....heads missing from corpses....

"No....no no no No NO!!!"

Gripping my head, I felt my tears stream down my face.

"ty..."

"hitty..."

*Claire's POV*
"Whitty!" Shaking his body, I tried to wake him up from his nightmare.

"Wha.." Whitty jumped up from the bed, his tears still falling down.

"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" I sat up next to him.

"Yes....it happens when I get anxious....I'm not used to staying in the same area for a long time....bad things only happen if I do..." he managed to talk to me between his sobs.

Standing on the bed, I pulled his head into my neck and hugged him.

"You don't have to tell me the nightmare, but let me comfort you at least. I'll be right here for you." Rubbing his back, I felt his hands wrap around my own.

Calming him down, a thought crossed my mind.

"What would happen if they find us first? Would he be in danger? Would I be in danger?"

Shaking the thought out of my head, I calmed him down and kissed his head.

"Do you want some tea?" It was past 4am and we were both wide awake at this point.

He nodded, so I hopped off the bed and led him downstairs.

Filling the kettle, I set the flames low for the water to boil as I made the tea.