I Hold On So Nervously Novels & Stories

Was it me, or the song? Ooh, baby, don't keep me (waiting) There's so much love we could be making (shamone) I'm talking kissing, cuddling “um…yeah” I said biting my lower lip nervously, it’s kind of a bad habit, when I’m nervous I start eating my lower lip. Harris’s eyes focused on my lips for a moment, I blushed feeling the heat coming from his eyes. I'ma leave the door open, girl (I'ma leave the door open, hoping)

you know that [Jordan]: yeah [Jordan]: hey can I ask you something My stomach did a small, stupid thing. [Nora]: yeah [Jordan]: do you ever get nervous? like actually nervous. before a game I exhaled. Right. Hockey nervous. That kind of something. [Nora]: every single time [Jordan]: really? you never look it [Nora]: that's the job. you learn to put it somewhere else and deal with it after [Jordan]: where do you put it I thought about that. Truthful answer, slightly embarrassing.

Why was she suddenly nervous? Hailey fiddled with the phone and struggled to hold it properly. Then she took in a deep breath to calm her erratic beating heart. This wasn't the first time she had spoken with Kendrick on the phone. Why did she feel as if she was about to set out for war? Why couldn't she get a hold of herself?

This will help me keep thing in control. “ When you are nervous , you do weird things.” My breath hitched. I didn’t realised what I was doing till he spoke. I didn't realise that my fingers were curled around the stole that was wrapped around my neck in the way I used to do when I was nervous or tensed. Slowly, I loosened my grip. “I don’t know what do you mean.” I said, keeping my voice even. Mr Turner didn’t respond immediately. I could feel his sharp hawk like gaze on me. It was brief but quite intense.

Hannah’s Pov I didn’t realize how nervous I was until my hands started shaking. Not slightly. Not softly. Actually shaking. “Miss Hannah…” Tianna’s voice was gentle beside me. “They will be here soon.” Soon. That word alone made my heart race faster. Soon… I would see her. My mum. I pressed my palms together tightly, pacing across the large room like I had done at least a hundred times already. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like I was waiting for a result that would change my entire life.

Bane FUCK, why was I so nervous? As I waited for my future wife to walk down the aisle, I did my best not to shove my hands in my pockets or thrust them through my hair. I was fucking wired, and that nervous energy was there for everyone to see. “She’ll be here,” James said into my ear.

I smiled, my heart brimming with hope and excitement. As we sat down to eat, the golden sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the table. Despite the idyllic setting, a wave of nerves surged through me, making my hands tremble slightly. Nathaniel seemed to sense my unease. He reached out and gently placed his hand over mine. "Relax," he said softly, his voice calm and reassuring. "You’re not here to impress anyone." I nodded, but before I could fully settle into the comfort of his words, the sharp sound of footsteps echoed through the room. The rhythmic clack of heels against marble grew louder and more ominous with each passing second.

Thalia I fidgeted, biting my finger, a habit I have and can’t stop especially when I am anxious. Right now, I was beyond nervous. I could practically feel my heart beating fast against my chest. We tried. We talked for hours but nothing seemed to work so now, we were calling her aunt and waiting for her to take her call.

nerves? He scoffs, frowning without looking up at me. “I’m not fidgeting." “Looks to me like you are,” Ronan calls from the window where he’s standing, looking over at the venue. He’s the only one of us who looks calm. But I know better. I can see the tension packed in his shoulders. He hasn’t worn his tie yet, and he keeps fiddling with his wristwatch. It makes me smile. We’re all nervous. Today, we will marry her.

He holds me as if I were a lifeline in a storm, as if letting go would mean losing me forever. — Amanda… he murmurs again, voice broken, hoarse with worry. What happened to you? Fuck, I thought… that they… His words hit me like an electric shock. *Who*, "they"? Why this visceral fear, this terror that makes him tremble? I don't have time to ask. My body reacts before my mind. I wrap my arms around his neck, slowly, almost shyly. My fingers sink into his wet hair, plastered to his nape. I hold him back, tight, to anchor him to reality, to calm him as much as to reassure myself.