Harry's Girl

Everyone Has Their Demons

*Harry's POV*

"Is that even a question, Erica?!" I spit back, "Not only do I love you,

I'm completely and totally in love with you."

This is not what I expected Erica finally waking up to be like. I'm hurt and stressed. We're leaving for the tour in less than 8 hours, and to be honest I don't have time for games right now. I grab her hand, "You've been asleep for over a month. We're leaving in less than 8 hours for the tour. I promised you that you were coming along; so, I'm signing you out of the hospital and we're gonna get this show on the road." She plasters on a fake smile, not buying my response from what I can tell. "I really love you, Erica. I can't say it enough."

*Erica's POV*

"No, he doesn't." A chilly voice echoes in my mind. I try to force it back and smile for Harry. But, something inside of me doesn't feel right. "I-I love you too." I choke out, but my words don't feel sincere. They feel sincere in my heart, but my demons keep telling me they're not.

I look over to my bedside and see a giant pile of letters written to me, "What are these?" I ask Harry with curiosity.

"I couldn't bare not talking to you while you were in a coma, so I wrote to you instead." He smiles shyly at the ground, making my heart flutter.

"Is this not love?" I question the demon in my mind.

"Nope." It stabs back, fully confident in it's response.

Although these interactions with this demon felt like minutes of conversation, they were merely seconds. Harry observes me the whole time, totally clueless of these interactions. Everyone is clueless. I'm the only one who could feel this demon around me. I'm the only one who can hear this. It's all in my mind, but I know it's real. I know because everyone has their demons. 

*at Harry's condo- a few hours later*

*Harry's POV*

I glance over at Erica, seeing her biting her lip. I can practically see the war going on in her mind. I begin to pack her bags for her to speed up this whole process of getting ready. Erica sits down and puts her face in her hands. I hear her groan, I question her, asking what's wrong.

"It's nothing-- just a headache." She answers.

"Would you like some Advil? A glass of water, maybe?"

"No, thank you Harry. I'm fine." She lies back to me. I can tell she's lying; she's not fine.

*Ericas POV*

Harry approaches me; I see the disbelief in his eyes. "Why are you lying to me?" He croaks. I can see anger rising in his slightly red cheeks. I can see he's tired of my game, but I can't tell him what's going. "He wouldn't understand nor believe me." I thought I said it in my mind, but I said it out loud.

"What are you talking about it?!" Harry glares at me.

"I-I thought I said that in my mind.." I decree, not willing to answer him.