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I THINK I HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE SMH 

allison had trouble around a few turns, and she was confused if it was the brown roof or the dark blue one, but she had finally reached the right house because she remembered the slight dent in the house number.

well, she remembered the house being number sixteen so that was what won the trick.

harry's car was there, and that made allison hesitant to knock on the door. the gates weren't locked, so she took the chance to walk in. even if it wasn't right of her to do so.

she smiled at the door, even if it was just a door. she missed harry, and how the sweet memories of the house just flooded her mind.

the first kiss, the first realization that they liked each other.

allison was the piece of her jigsaw puzzle, and he was apart of hers.

she had never felt this empty before, and as cliche as it may sound - she felt like harry's absence the past two weeks left a hole in her heart. her life felt so dull without his smiles, and his laughter, and his grey tshirts and his stupid journal and his daily dose of sarcasm and, just him.

allison never thought that such a person would have left such a mark onto her life. even if she only knew him a month and a few days more, harry was someone. he was someone she could trust.

he was the only person she had.

after knocking vigorously for a couple of minutes, allison felt like he wasn't at home. she frowned, and thought about any other places harry would be. his car was parked in the foyer, so where was him?

she played around with the door, and found herself unlocking it. allison frowned, the house wasn't locked. and so, allison used the advantage to enter.

her surroundings were usual, nothing abnormal about the house. everything was in good condition, and allison searched the rooms if harry was in one of them.

but the weird thing was, he wasn't in any of them. harry wasn't at home.

she sat on the sofa, and looked around. that was when she saw that a frame was missing from the desk by the door.

the picture of him and his parents were missing, and so were the polaroid of them.

allison frowned, and thought about where he could be. but the problem was she had no clue where he could be, or where his calming place was. harry was just good at staying home.

she walked outside, and looked for anything unusual. that was when she saw a pile of newspapers at the lawn of his house. she walked over to them, and picked one up.

allison sighed, and watched the date. then was when her eyes widened.

the newspaper was from a few days ago, and she instantly grabbed another one. that was when her worry increased, it was from the day after they fought about the journal.

allison whimpered slightly and kneeled on the grass, where could he be. she was scared, most definitely. different situations landed in her mind, and she couldn't help but think the worst.

she threw the newspaper on the ground again with the other soaked ones since harry had left them outside. he wasn't used to delivered ones anyways since he had just registered for them a couple of days before their fight. harry kept forgetting, and whined about how he killed trees.

harry was adorable like that.

allison frowned and quickly stood up from her kneeling position. she rubbed her face in frustration and walked in his house again. she needed to see him, but she had no clue where he was.

that was when she decided to walk into his room. it was neat like she had seen it before, and everything seemed in place.

she walked over to his desk table, and saw his stupid journal again. she didn't want to reach for it again, but it was her only choice.

no allison, please don't make things more horrible than it already is.

she decided to grab the calendar on his table, and she knew it was recently placed there. the calendar used to be at the front table, but he might've changed places.

but before she could check his calendar out, she saw some drawings next to it. they weren't located in his journal, so she decided to inspect them for a bit.

she sat on the edge of his bed and held the drawings delicately in her hands because she didn't want to smudge them.

there was one of him, and she knew it was the first one he had drew. he had told her about his drawings and how supposedly hideous they were. allison didn't believe his bullshit at all.

the drawings were precise and detailed. and she observed how he had improved in each drawing. there were at least six in her hands, and these were the fully completed ones.

harry had the hands, eyes, noses, mouths, and others collections. the fully completed ones were the only ones that he would wanted to complete. the people or pictures that he supposedly love.

as allison looked at the drawings of him, and his parents, the last one made her gasp. it was one of her, and allison tried her best not to tear up at the beautiful drawing. it wasn't the one in his journal, this was finished and much more professional looking.

harry drew her so perfectly, and allison fingered the detailed drawing. how her eyelashes reached the top of her cheeks, and how her lips were not too thick yet not thin, at least that was what harry had described her as.

she loved the portrait, and how harry managed to draw it confused her. he must've snapped a secret picture before. she smiled and felt her eyes water at how it took her by shock.

she missed him so bad. she couldn't help but tear up at how aggravating this was. she needed to see harry, she needed to tell him how sorry she was.

but now he wasn't in sight, and allison could pull out her hair because of how desperate she was.

she wiped away the few tears that slid down her cheeks, and walked over to his desk and placed the drawings back to where they were. she grabbed the calendar and flipped it over only to find a kitten looking back at her.

harry was fond of cats. she smiled.

that was when she found herself frowning, the days were ticked and allison studied the dates properly. harry didn't tick the past two weeks and that made allison whimper again.

why wasn't he home?

she saw his scribbles on the calendar, and there was a small countdown. allison didn't understand what it stood for, but it made her slightly disheartened. harry didn't tell her, and that made her slightly unsure. she didn't want to think differently, but what was left for her to think?

she played around with the chain around her neck, and that was when she knew where he was.

he was at the hospital.