text me • h.s.

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Harry: what's going through you mind right now

Me: how Polly escaped that kidnapper and how I don't know what she looks like

Harry: um

Harry: why

Me: I feel bad for her like I want to know what she looks like

Harry: who's Polly

Me: Polly is Polly

Harry: ...

Me: she's Polly

Harry: want to know what's going on in my head

Me: yes

Harry: how I'm going to die in in three months

Harry: and how I'm going to leave without you

Harry: and how they're going to put that little tag around my toe as they clean my body up preparing me for my funeral

Harry: you'll come to my funeral right ?

Me: Harry yes I will come to your funeral

Me: but stop thinking about it

Harry: what are you going to say about me

Me: I'm not going to say

Harry: come over

Me: it's two in the morning no
Read at 2:13 am

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I got into bed and sighed. Why does he always insist on me coming over so late? Part of me wonders what he wanted to tell me though.

Just then he walked through my bedroom door. I know, it sounds crazy but I don't know what's going on either.

"Harry, how did you get in my house?" I whispered yelled at him.

"The door was open so I walked in." He shrugged and sat down beside me on my bed. "I'll never get tired of your room. It's very nice."

"My parents are going to kill you."

"No they won't. They love me."

"No. They're going to kill you."

He shrugged, "at least I'll die with you."

"I'd never be able to sleep in my room again."

He laughed and kissed me, "I'll miss you so much."

"Harry, stop acting like you're going to die tomorrow."

"You never know, Harmony. It could happen right now."

I sighed and so did he. He told me to scoot over and he got underneath the covers with me. "I love you, Harmony."

"I love you, too."

I think he was crying again.