Gone

Part 15

Harry's POV

Its been two days since the message.

Two days.

Haven't left my bed in 48 hours.

Haven't ate in 48 hours.

Slept for 48 hours.

And all I want to do is sleep more.

"It's not fair." I mumble into my pillow.

In all fairness it's Colin's pillow. Colin's side of the bed. I was wrapped up in Colin's stupid Rangers blanket that she refuses to sleep without, so her scent is radiating off of it.

I pull the blanket up to my nose, taking a deep breath.

Vanilla and coconut.

"Come back. Please." I beg to no one.

I'm tired of the tears that just keep spilling over. Tired of all the pain.

I hear a knock come to the door. I instantly shut my eyes. I'm tired of everyone checking up on me. Asking if I'm okay. If I need anything.

No I'm not okay.

Yes. I need Colin.

"H?" it was my mum.

"Hey baby wake up." She ran her fingers through my matted curls.

"I have news." she carries on. My eyes shoot open.

She had tears running down her face. "She's alive. God, Harry she's alive. She's alive."

"Colin. I don't know how. But she got out. She found an officer at a rest stop. They took her to the hospital. But she alive." she takes me into her arms.

I scramble out of her arms and out of bed. "We need to go. We need to go now to see her. Now." I say searching for my shoes.

"It's 3am Harry. They said we can come at 8."

I turn to look at her.

"I've spent the last 48 hours thinking she's dead. Nearly two weeks she was kidnapped. I'm not spending another second away from her when I can be there with her. Screw visiting hours. I'm going there. I need her. I need to see her."

She nods, "I'll drive you there. I don't need two people I love in the hospital. I'll call the others in the morning."

*Hospital*

"Colin. Colin Breyer." I tell the lady at the front desk.

"Visiting is closed sir." she doesn't ever look up.

"Can you please tell me what room my girlfriend is in." that sentence came out a bit harsh.

"Miss. Breyer can only see family sir."

"Do you know who Miss. Breyer is? The girl who was kidnapped. Then I was told my girlfriend of nearly four years dead. You don't understand. I need to see her now."

She glances up at me, then at her clip board.

"122."

"Thank you." I heard my mum say as I took off to her room.

122.

I open the door, lights dim.

I sit next to her bed, gently taking her hand as to not wake her.

But her eyes open anyways.

"Harry?"

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10 days again?!? Sooooooo sorry. But at least it's long right? Feedback/vote please!