Midnight Doesn't Last Forever

To Italy

We arrive home to see everybody is up.

"Harry has something to say." Louis says whilst walking to Eleanor's side, earning a kiss from her.

"Ah, um. Well, me and Eli want to go to the Elders to ask for um, something."

"Cool." Liam says from the sofa.

"Is that all Harry?" Louis asks.

"Not now Lou." Harry runs upstairs, seeming upset for some reason. I am still figuring him out, he still needs to tell me something.

"I'll go and see what's up." I say as I head upstairs. I follow his scent up into our room. I knock on the door.

"Harry?" I whisper. No answer. I do the same thing twice until I give up and walk into the room. He is no where to be seen. I follow his scent up until the bookshelf, the smell seeming to continue on the inside of the shelf. I look round and focus on his bedside table, 'The Northern Lights' was sitting quite undisturbed. I turn my attention back to the bookshelf and carefully skim the different titles until I spot 'The Northern Lights' again. I check his bedside table again, never leaving my spot. The book was still there, I turn round to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Why would Harry have two copies of 'The Northern Lights'?. I take three books out that were next to 'The Northern Lights' so I can find the place at first glance. I walk over to the bedside table and flip open the inside cover of the book.

'To Harry, happy birthday! Love, Gemma'. Interesting. I put it down again.

'Harry?' I call in my mind. Still no answer. I swear, this boy drives me crazy sometimes. I walk back over to the other copy. What if the bookshelf was like the one in movies where there is a book and you have to like tilt it to open up a secret passage way?

"Nothing to loose." I whisper. I rest my fingertips on the top of the book and lightly tilt it towards me. Sure enough, the book case moves slowly to the right, not making a sound. "Typical." The passageway behind it is lit with torches, at closer inspection, they are electrical lights made to look like torches. It goes on and on and on and on. I run. After what seems like hours of running, the tunnel opens up into a fork. I smell the air and Harry's scent is strongest in the right tunnel. I continue running. The tunnel finally opens up onto this balcony, overlooking a lake that I didn't know existed. Harry is in the right hand corner, looking out upon the water.

"Harry?" I say for the third time. He turns around, eyes red and fangs bared. It's weird the word fangs isn't it...

"What?"

"What do you mean what?"

"I mean, why are you here?"

"Because you left in a huff and I was worried. I tried calling you, but you didn't answer."

"I know."

"Why?"

"I don't feel like talking right now." He turns back to the lake. I sigh.

"Are you thirsty?"

"To some extent."

"Ok." I walk up and stand by his side. The lake is a greeny colour, not the cleanest water ever, but there is a cool breeze that constantly flows.

"How did you find this." Harry asks, more of a statement than a question.

"I followed your scent up to the bookshelf and then realized you have two copies of 'The Northern Lights.' I did the classic move, to pull down the book and see if there is a passage behind it."

"Oh." Was all he could say. We stand in silence. The breeze picks up slightly. I shiver, although I don't feel the cold.

"When are we going to Italy?" I ask him.