Harry paced back and forth in the living room, anxiously waiting for Camila to come home. Louis had left right after, and he couldn't help but to think he must have scared the lad away. He groaned and fell against the sofa. Too many things were running through his mind and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't blank out his mind. He took of his glasses, setting them on the table beside him. Just as Camila had told him he would, he was starting to regret this choice.
flashback
Pain was the only thing he could feel at the moment. He couldn't feel anything at all, causing him to start panicking. He tried to open his eyes, still seeing nothing but darkness.
What's going on?
He could feel himself wide awake but he himself couldn't see or move. His breathing was becoming fast and harsh, the panic building up in his chest again. He tried to scream, but again, nothing came out.
"Harry!" He could hear someone calling his name repeatedly.
A hand reached out to grab his own, feeling someone give it a squeeze. He tried to squeeze back, but he just couldn't.
"Harry, please. Wake up!!" He heard someone whimper.
Then it all fell silent.
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Harry groaned, his head aching, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He squinted, trying to adjust to the light. He was laying on a bed inside a small, white room. He had a table to his left filled with flowers, cards, and balloons. Machines were to his side, small beeps sounding from them.
A small whimper left his mouth when he tried to sit up. "Fuck." He muttered.
Suddenly the door was being open. Harry's heart almost stopped when he saw the man walking towards his bed.
"You're awake at last." Richard pointed out.
Harry looked down at his lap, avoiding his gaze.
The man sat at the edge of his bed and crossed his arms. "It's a shame you didn't die this time. You'd think after two tries you would've succeeded."
Harry looked at him with wide eyes.
Richard laughed, "What? Don't look at me like that. I'm only speaking the truth."
Harry gripped onto the sheets, rage building in his chest. "Why are y-you here?" He finally said.
"Oh well I'm glad you asked. I actually had a proposal to make." He paused before grinning. "Harry, how do you feel about faking your death?"
end of flashback
"Harold!"
"Ow, shit! what?" Harry threw the pillow back at Camila, giving her a glare.
"You fell asleep!" She narrowed her eyes and scoffed.
He rose an eyebrow at her. "Oh well I'm sorry I didn't know taking a nap is a crime?" He cracked a grin to prove he was only teasing.
The small girl groaned and rubbed her face with her hands. "That's not the point, Harry." She sighed. "Where's Louis?"
He bit his lip and looked away. "He left a few hours ago."
"What? Why?"
"I think I might've scared him off." He said quietly.
She frowned and went to go sit by him. "Scared him off? What're you talking about?"
