The Demon In Him (NARRY)

6.

((a/n : I kinda re-wrote the ending of chapter 5, just a heads up))

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"For fucks sake, Harry!" I heard Gemma laughing in the back before I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Her laugh and approaching words soon faded out of my existence.

She met him. Which means, he is still there.

How-

I couldn't determine exactly what was going through me right now.

Was it happiness?

Was it fear?

Regret?

A part of me wanted to cry to my death to the fact that sooner or later I'll face him and everything will come crashing back to me. And well, I think we all know just how well I would take that. Just the thought of him makes me...well, I think you understand. Somewhere along the lines of nervous, but not quite exactly that feeling.

God, I don't even want to attempt a visual as he comes face to face with me.

Not to mention the terrible outcomes just waiting to be passed by of not informing my sister on my mind's 'extra-curricular' activities.

"Harold? Have you officially gone deaf?" she giggled, slapping my knee to snap me out of my trance.

Ouch. Man, could that girl hit.

I pouted at her, rubbing over my slightly throbbing knee.

"I'm not deaf!" I squinted my eyes at her in a slightly childish manner.

"Then what did I just say?" she cocks an eyebrow, both hands on her hips, her facial expression clearly amused.

Dammit, Harry.

NICE GOING, MATE.

I cleared my throat, choosing to keep my tongue in my mouth. I didn't feel like extending this conversation of me spitting out pasta at the name of her new friend-my ex whom I pretty much abandoned.

"That's what I thought," she said in clear pride of my silent response. Pushing me playfully to the edge of the sofa, she took a damp towel to clean my mess.

Still, I kept my mouth shut. For a good reason, too.

"You know, maybe it's a coincidence," she giggled and looked at me, as I returned a curious look while she spoke, "when I mentioned you to him-"

"You w-what?!" my eyes widened.

Oh god, no.

This can't be happening.

"Bro, chill. Look I know you don't like meeting new people but he's a nice lad-"

I cut her off quickly, "What did you tell him about me?"

This fucking can't be happening, I swear.

She stopped and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, not understanding why I seem like I'm looking at a ghost.

"W-well I just said that you always keep your arse glued to the damn couch," she straightened her back, looking at me confused, speaking slowly. "Oddly enough when I mentioned your name, he kinda also spit out junk."

She was getting suspicious.

Shit.

"He also said I reminded him of someone else."

Good to know he still remembers how I look like.

Probably not in a good way. Like, at all.