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Harry's POV
A bright light shines my vision as my eyes start to flutter open. I feel my head bagging like a pulse as I sit up leaning on my elbows. I look around to see me lying on my sofa with a blanket on top of me and a pillow under my head. How did I get here?.
My last thought was me in my music room looking out of the window. Did I walk here? I check the time on my wrist, it's 2:30am. I rub my eyes to get the sleep out, as I press them I can feel my headache sting.
I look to the coffee table to see a glass of water and used tea cup with a slight red lipstick mark on the rim. Did I have someone over?. I look to the floor to see one of my cooking bowls filled with water on the floor with a white wet towel with drops of blood mixed with it.
What the fuck?!
I feel my head start to bang again. I press my finger tips to the part that hurts the most. As soon as I touch my skin, I feel a instant sharp burning pain from my forehead. I release my fingers from my burning skin to see blood all over my nails and fingers.
"You're awake" I hear a familiar voice from my side. I look up to see Neve in a yellow cardigan and a black long T-shirt and grey joggers. They look like my clothes, well except the cardigan.
"What's going on?" I ask her. She walks up to the bowl and towel, she kneels down and takes the towel in her hand and puts it in the water, squeezing all the blood out. Is that my blood?.
"I found you in your music room, you were passed out on the floor" she explains, "you fell really hard and hit your head on something and you were bleeding, so I tried to clear it up when you were asleep".
"I passed out?" I ask and She nods.
"Yeah you drank to much and you also broke your phone" she reaches over and grabs my smashes phone from the coffee table, "I called you and you weren't answering, I got really worried".
"Sorry" I say, I feel guilty. This is my fault, it's always my fault.
"No" she drops the towel and reaches for my hands. She squeezes them in reassurance. "Don't say sorry, there's no need for it" she looks deep into my eyes with her turquoise lagoon eyes.
"Now let me clean this" she gets the wet towel and presses it against my my burning bruise which I guess is still dripping with blood.
I watch her quietly as she dabs my bloody wound. Her long eyelashes flutter every blink and her fluffy eyebrows furrow because she's in deep concentration.
"All done" she smiles and places the bloody towel in the bowl.
"Thank you" I say, "thank you for everything".
"It's ok, Luckily I found you" she's laughs a bit.
I laugh with her, but that wasn't the reason I'm saying 'thank you'. The way she makes me feel, is a feeling I've never felt before. Her presence makes me happy and ever time I'm with her my thoughts about the management, the band, being famous, all the horrible thoughts just slips away. I feel like a normal person with her and that's why I'm saying 'thank you' but I'll never tell her that.
"Are they my clothes?" I ask her.
"Oh uhh yeah"she stutters, "they are the only comfy clothes I have" she smiles.
"You can have them back" she smiles.
"No, they look better on you" I trace my eyes along her curves, my clothes fit her perfectly.
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Fanfiction"Who were you before they broke your heart?" His raspy voice breaks the silence. Who was I? I think really hard about who I was when all of this didn't happen. "I was happy" I say calmly looking out to the beautiful view of New York from our balcony...
