"Dystychiphobia? What's that?"

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Lorna's POV

No. Not now. For fuck sake. This is why I hate hospitals. Why out of all people, was he told? I only wanted one friend, one who wouldn't judge me for who I am. Guess I've lost that.

"Lorna? Doesn't Mr Evans know about your fear?" the doctor questions and my jaw clenches as Tristan looks up to him in confusion.

"Fear? Lorna, what is he on about?" Blondie says, looking into my eyes. Fuck, why is his eyes soo blue?

"I'll leave you two alone." the doctor announced as he walks out of the door, leaving an embarrassed redhead and a puzzled blondie.

"Lorna—"

"Please. Don't."

"But why? I'm here confused as fuck and you won't tell me why. Why can't you tell me?"

"Because I don't want to lose you as a friend."

"You wouldn't. Tell me please!" he whines, pulling on the bed sheets as I sigh. For god sake.

"Dystychiphobia is a fucked up thing that you won't understand." I spit, I'm tired of his whining so I gave him what he wanted.

"Lorna fucking Taylor. Tell me. Now." he growls, grabbing my wrist and tightening his grip, as I wimp.

He realised what he was doing and lets go, shock covering his whole face. He takes a step back, before running out of the room. Great, he'll hate me even more now...

"So Lorna, did you— where's Mr Evans?" the doctor asks, as he sees me left alone in the hospital room.

"He ran out... I didn't tell him."

"Do you want to tell him?"

"Of course I do, he's the only person I trust. But doc, remember what happened last time when I told someone?" I say, shivering from the memory of that drastic day.

"Yes, I do remember. But he deserves to know." he says and I agree, nodding my head.

The doctor leaves and I sigh, turning round so my face is facing the pillow, muffled screams filling the room. I hear a door open and close, sensing instantly that its Tristan.

"Lorna?" he says, me turning my head to face him. My heart throbs as on see the tear stained face, his ocean blue eyes upset.

"Yes Tristan?"

"I'm... I'm sorry about... you know, before?" he apologies and I awe, getting up and moving up so he can sit on the bed.

"You don't need to apologise. But are you okay now?" I ask, wiping the tears off his smile as he nods, showing a faint smile.

"Now... Do you want to tell me or do I need to wait?" Blondie asks and I sigh, inching a little closer to him.

"Well... Dystychiphobia means fear of accidents. Like even if I accidentally dropped a pencil on the floor, I would freak out and flip. Um... You know Macy? Well I told her about my secret and... She took advantage of it. That's why her and Hunter take the piss, like throwing stuff at me and purposely tripping me or themselves up. That's what happened yesterday, when the test was going on. They were throwing stuff at me, reminding me of— never mind. Yeah, so they made me have a meltdown and shit."

Tristan's POV

Holy crap.

I stare at her as she looks down in shame, a tear escaping her emerald eye. I pull her into a hug, her head resting on my chest while I place mine on hers. I place a lingering kiss on her head as she sighs, me playing with her red hair.

"You'd probably think that I'm a freak."

"No. I would never think of you like that. Lorna, I admire you for who you are. I don't mind that you have a fear, I could always help you overcome it. But I love you for who you are, so please. Don't try to be someone else with me. I like you because of you. Okay?"

"Okay." she mumbles, looking up at me as we continue to stare at each other.

How could a beautiful girl be so scared of who she is?