Harry's POV:
"Don't go. Lay with me." She whined, barely able to get the words out.
I couldn't believe I had let her get so bad.
"I will. I'll be right back- I've got to talk to Fi for a second." I spoke softly, trying to keep my voice down.
I hated that she was sick. I should have watched her closer. I just wanted to do everything I could to help her feel better.
I left her there, her eyes closing as I made it to the door of our bedroom. I kept it cracked in case she needed me. I walked into the living room hoping she would be asleep once I got back. She just needed to sleep it off.
I had no idea what Fi had to tell me, and I was sort of annoyed she hadn't just spit it out before, "What is it?"
By the disturbed look on her face I whatever was about to leave her mouth wasn't good. I knew she was about to drop something that was going to add another problem to my list of issues.
"Harry- this is serious. Like really fucking serious." She was shaking.
"Felicity- just tell me." I spoke sternly, needing her to just spit it out.
"Her dad is dead."
I gaped down at her in complete shock, not sure what to make of what I had just heard.
I shook my head, not processing fully, "What?"
"I got the call about an hour ago, thats why I was trying to find you. My dad said he um- he killed himself."
I felt like I had been punched in the gut, her words hitting me like a ton of bricks. I ran my hand across my face in attempt to snap myself out of the shock. I couldn't believe what was happening.
Why did bad things alway have to happen to her? She's so perfect. Too perfect for this world, and all she gets is stones thrown at her.
"Fuck- Felicity this is bad." I wasn't even sure what to say.
She nodded, "Yeah- Harry I know it's fucking bad."
"Well what do I do? I have to tell her."
"Not right now." She spoke quickly, "She's so fucking intoxicated, I'm not sure how she'd take it. Just wait till tomorrow after she's sobered up."
"Yeah- yeah, you're right." I agreed, "You think she'll be upset?"
She scoffed, "If it were me I'd be glad the son of a bitch is dead. In fact I hope he's rotting in hell- but Cali, she's too good. She'll be upset, even though he put her through the wringer."
I sighed knowing she was right. It was going to tear her apart.
"Okay- I'm going to go lay with her, I'll tell her tomorrow."
"Do you want me to come back? Be here when you tell her?" She asked.
"If you want to- up to you."
She looked back at me and I could tell she was debating it in her mind, "You go ahead and tell her. Call me if you need me."
She seemed unsure of her answer.
"Alright- see you tomorrow."
She headed for the front door, obviously very upset by it all. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there for a second, trying to process everything.
I peeked through the crack of the bedroom door, catching a glimpse of her lying in our bed. She was asleep like I had hoped. She looked so peaceful. She had no idea what was going to happen in the morning.
