We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Relentless Efforts

Harry's POV
I stare at the ceiling, not believing what happened hours earlier. The doctor said that my injuries are not such that they would cause hallucinations. So I know what I saw; Mus walking toward me with a gun in hand was true. And I know that she was the one who shot me as well. I watch the drip that's hanging next to me and press the button for morphine. All I want to do right now is to escape from here. Morphine will definitely help me. Fighting, yelling, throwing items at each other is a completely different thing, but shooting your boyfriend...I can't even fathom why Mus would do that. I want to hit someone, and as wrong as this thought is, I want that someone to be Mus. How dare she?! I worked so hard to get that gold, and she ruined the deal for me. I have incurred such a great loss. But why would she care? Suddenly, my room door bursts open, and Liam, Louis and Niall rush into my room.
"Harry!" Louis exclaims.
"Are you okay?" Liam asks me, looking at my injuries.
"Have you had food yet?" Niall says, looking as concerned as the other two. However, his question is not one that should be asked from a person who was just shot.
"Yes, and no. Why the heck would you ask me about food?" Niall smiles at me sheepishly.
"Food is a necessity." Niall says, taking a seat on the couch that's at the far end of the room. He takes out his phone from his jacket's pocket. Just like that, Niall has forgotten about me, and he's only focused on his phone. I wish others were like him.
"Who did this to you?" Liam asks me, touching my injured arm.
"Mus," I say.
"Harry, did you get hurt on the head as well?" Louis says, flicking my hair away from my forehead.
"No, I didn't!" I snap. Louis jumps back, startled. "Mus got out of a car, and shot me. I was hurt before that, but I know what I saw. She shot me right in the arm." Liam gasps, shaking his head.
"No, Harry...come on, you were clearly hallucinating at the time. Mus can...she can't do that." Liam says, struggling to say the right words because we all know what he's saying. He's clearly stating that I'm lying, or that I'm mad. Maybe he's trying to convince himself that Mus can never do such a thing.
"She did, and the sooner you come to terms with this fact, the better."
"But why?" Louis says, taking a seat beside me, on the edge of the bed.
"I don't know. What did I do to upset her to such an extent?" I think out loud.
"Harry, let me call Mus and check up on her. This is some serious shit. Mus would never shoot you willingly, I'm sure something's wrong." Liam says, refusing to believe the fact that Mus shot me. If Liam was the one lying on this bed, claiming that Mus shot him, I wouldn't believe him either. However, I've seen her myself.
"Let me call her right now." Liam says, taking out his phone. As if on cue, the door bursts open and Mus comes running in. She looks flustered.
"Harry!" Mus exclaims, running toward me. For some reason, the minute my eyes land on Mus, my blood begins to boil and I clench my fists. Mus places her hand on my arm, but I shove her backwards. Taken by surprise, Mus tumbles backwards, and falls on the ground.
"Harry! Be gentle," Liam scolds. Being the gentleman that he is, Liam helps Mus up and makes sure that she's okay.
"Stay away from me." I tell Mus, through gritted teeth. "I don't want you around me. I've seen your love and I don't want it."
"Harry-"
"This is a private ward, where only people who I love, and family are allowed. Not strangers. Please leave." I say, interrupting Mus. She looks at me with wide eyes, and opens her mouth to say something, but I just turn around.
"Fine," Mus murmurs. "I love you." I roll my eyes. Her love is as fake as she is. Mus is a bitch. She can never love anyone. I was wrong. I forgave her and that was my biggest mistake ever. Why the heck do I keep making the same mistake? Why do I always want her, and why do I always chase her? I'm sick of her and I need to leave her before she takes away the dignity that I have left.
"I hope none of you have touched my room because I'm shifting back in." I say, closing my eyes, ready to take a long nap, away from this twisted world.
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"God, she's relentless!" I yell, throwing my phone against the wall. Mus hasn't stopped calling me since the day in the hospital, which was week ago. Why the heck doesn't she get the message? I don't want a relationship with her anymore. Surely not after she tried to kill me, and ruined a great deal for me. Mus keeps coming outside my office, and home. It's so frustrating. I always have to sneak out from the back because I know, one look in those eyes, and I'll fall for her all over again. Forgetting the fact that she shot me. I pass my hands through my hair, frustrated at Mus' stubbornness. There's a knock at my office door.
"Come in!" I yell. The door opens and Keith comes in with a smile on his face. However, I know that expression. He wears it every time he comes to tell me that Mus is outside.
"She's out again?" I ask him, groaning.
"Yeah, and this time she's saying that she will not leave. Harry, she's sitting on the stairs outside." Keith says, taking a seat on a chair.
"It's going to rain soon. Mus will catch a cold." Why does she make my life so difficult? Can't she just feel insulted, and get mad at me. I look over at Keith to find him trying to suppress his laughter.
"What?" I ask him, not seeing the joke.
"You still care for her." Keith says, and then he bursts out laughing. "She shot at you, ruined such a big deal, and still, you care about her. Love sucks!" I flip him off.
"Don't you have any work to do?" Keith shakes his head. "Go find something. Help Sam or someone." Keith gets up, still laughing. Asshole. He exits my office, and shuts the door behind him. The minute he exits, I run towards the window, and push the curtains aside. Sure enough, Mus is sitting on the front steps, hugging her knees to her chest. I open the window, debating whether or not to tell her to go home. Before I can yell anything, Keith comes down the stairs with a plate in hand. I crane my neck, wanting to know what he's up to. Keith leans beside Mus and holds out the plate toward her.
"Would you like to eat something?" Keith says, louder than necessary. I've known him for a long time, and I know that high-pitched tone. He likes her! The asshole actually likes my girlfriend.
She's not your girlfriend. Mus shakes her head.
"Ah, okay, you're dieting. Cool," Keith heads back inside. Mus looks so sad, sitting on the stairs, with her head on her knees, and her legs pulled tightly against her chest. I want to yell and tell her to go home. However, I need to be strong, and not fall for that innocent face. Again! Sighing, I lean against the wall watching Mus, as the dark clouds gather above us. It's going to start raining soon, and then she'll get sick. Maybe she'll get up when it begins to rain. I hold onto that thought as I hear thunder. Why am I even watching her? I have work to do. I shut the window, and walk back toward my desk. Once I've sat down, I open up my laptop, deciding to answer some emails that I have been avoiding. In less than a minute, the clouds give in and heavy droplets of water begin to fall. Mus must have gone home. She must have gone. Why would she sit outside? She's not that stupid. As I'm telling myself this, for some reason, my feet make their way toward the window. Shit! What the heck is going on with me? I gaze out of the window, my eyes heading toward the front stairs. She's still sitting! I take back what I thought, she's stupid. Very stupid because she's stilling sitting on the stairs getting soaked. I bang my head against the wall in frustration and anger. I want to go to her and scold her. Scold her for shooting me, for ruining my deal and for sitting here, trying her best to get sick. Before I know it, I've grabbed my jacket and I'm heading out of my office. The things this girl does to me. It's unfathomable. I can't explain it and I don't think anyone can. Keith's right, love sucks.