Letters to Juliet - Process of Editing

"Girlfriend"

Harry's POV

I had texted Juliet so many times. So many times. And not one response. She was upset, I could already tell. But why?! Oh my gosh. I had been late. She probably thought I stood her up. I tried Juliet one last time, feeling horrible for this whole situation. She had completely misunderstood me.

I started to feel a little light headed. The room around me was spinning and I felt myself slipping away. I heard Juliet's sweet voice ask me, "Harry?" before I fell to the ground, wishing I had eaten something.

Juliet's POV

I turned on my phone, going to call a pizza in, when I noticed Harry was calling me. The thought stayed back in my mind, but it was there. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach, and I had a bad idea about this.

Something's wrong.

So I picked up the phone, only to be met with a large crash. I stared at the phone, then called for him a few times. Nothing.

I threw on my coat, racing out the door. I ran, didn't even bother driving, but ran to his apartment, a few blocks down. My hair was blowing in my face, but I didn't care. Harry was in trouble. I got to his apartment, and saw the elevator wasn't working. Seriously? What does fate have against me?

I ran up the stairs. Harry just had to live on the 14th floor, didn't he? My legs were starting to burn, and I even had to stop on floor 9. Apparently, out of nowhere, adrenaline rushed into my veins, because I was sprinting up those last 5 flights of stairs in no time. I looked for the room number 15, but I couldn't seem to find it. I knocked on someone's door, frantically. Like, I was knocking about 15 times in 2 seconds. They opened, and it was some old crabby man.

"What do you want?" He grumbled, rolling his eyes. I took in his appearance. Stained off white tank top, brown cargo pants, socks with wholes in them, and very thin hair.

"Quick! My-" I panicked, looking for the word to call Harry. "My boyfriend, he's in trouble. Do you know where room 15 is?"

A cute old lady appeared behind him, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Who's this?" She asked, and before grumpy grandpa had the chance to respond, I butt in.

"Juliet. My boyfriends in trouble. Where's room 15?" I said, losing it. One was not on our side.

"Oh you're dating Harry? Oh! You're Juliet Carter aren't you?! Harry talks about you all the time!" I looked down, blushing, but my head snapped up. I needed to get to Harry.

The nice lady showed me to Harry's room, and we had to get the security person to help. I finally got in to see Harry on the ground, passed out. I rushed towards him, and lifted his head. He was so pale, and bony.

"Quick!" My voice came out weak and fragile. "Someone help!" And so everyone helping me had come. They helped me to take Harry downstairs while a neighbor called 911. They allowed me in the ambulance because I was Harry's "girlfriend." I held his cold, pale hand.

"I love you Harry. And I'm never leaving you again."