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europe.
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Camila.
We arrived in Europe on a Friday morning, Harry not even effected by the time difference. I yawned, barely able to keep walking after a long plane ride. Harry smiled at me for the first time since I had hurt Lauren, her face still in my mind. During the time we traveled to Europe, all I had been thinking about was Lauren, and that I didn't know if the only friend I have is still alive. Someday I want to go back, but I know that as long as I'm with Harry, that can't be possible, because whenever I go, he goes with me.

"You're meeting someone new today," He said, smiling, taking my hand. We walked up the path of a house, Harry knocking on the door. A girl who looked similar to Harry opened the door, shocked, looking at Harry,"Harry?" The girl said, stepping forward to hug him,"I thought I'd never see you again."

I stood there awkwardly, me and Harry separated for the time being he was hugging this mystery girl,"It's so nice to see you again," He said, smiling,"Camila, this is my sister, Gemma." I smiled, Gemma hugging me,"Thank you for bringing him home, he left home at such a young age," She said, obviously not knowing what her brother has taken on as a hobby,"Gems, we're living with you for a while before we can get an apartment," He said, taking my hand,"Alright, but mum has to know that your back home again, I'll give her a call," She said, running to the phone.

Harry brought me inside, I looked around at the photos, happy photos of Harry on the walls, some with his mother and father, some with his sister. He was a happy child, what could've brought on his dark side? What brought his evil manor of killing innocent people? His sister was oblivious to what he does for a living, probably from being so far away from home for far too long.

Harry looked at me, giving me a look,"Don't say anything about what happened in California with my sister, Camila, she can't know, neither can my mum," He said, taking my hand, leading me up stairs,"We'll be staying in my old room, hope you don't mind, Love," Harry smiled, opening a door. It looked different than I imagined it to look. It was neat and clean for him. White comforter, tan walls, etc, just so different. I placed my hand on the dresser, no dust in sight.

"They kept your room clean while you were gone," I said, looking around the room,"My mom is obsessed with cleaning and not seeing her son everyday like when I was younger," He said, laying down on the bed. I smiled, laying down beside him.

He stood on his knees, straddling my lap, leaning down, kissing my neck,"Harry," I smiled,"What're you doing?" I asked, placing my hands on my chest,"I want to make love to you, Camila, I haven't yet, remember?" He said, licking his lips. I remember when he had almost made love to me, but we were interrupted buy my eyes changing colors, they haven't since Harry released the demon from my body, they've been the same dark color they've always been when I was normal. He had stared at me for a second, brushing my cheek,"Your eyes are a new color," He said, smiling,"A color I had studied when I was an artist, it looks like the color Incarnadine, a beautiful dark red," He smiled,"What do you feel?" He asked, looking at me, waiting for an answer.

"So deeply in love," I replied, making him smile,"I'm so glad to have met you, Camila, I don't know who I'd be without you," He said, kissing my lips.

I don't know where I'd be without you, or who, but I am, truly, deeply, in love with you.