Alive // h.s.

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The little rainfalls finally stopped, and my king took over yesterday. I was criticizing mostly both of them because they were creating commotion. I ran away from it like a hand slipping out of your fingertips. I woke up realizing I wasn't in my hotel room. I realized I was in a huge love couch with a huge gray faded t-shirt on me. It left around half my thighs.

I scrunched up my eyebrows. Never commentating anything of whatsoever happened yesterday night. My head sprang up and it started hurting awfully. I laid my head on the pillow, as my head continued hurting. I stared at the ceiling above my head, as a hurting sensation took over my head.

"I see, your finally awake."

My head slowly moved to the dark figure behind me. It was a boy about my age, hovering above my head. His curls tickled my cheekbone, turning my head a bit to see what he had looked like. It was the same boy as yesterday, but I couldn't think of how I was in a large room with him. I lingered for a few minutes before I spoke.

"Who are you, exactly?" I asked, folding my hands scooting farther away from his figure.

He smiled, before shooting his head.

"Don't need to answer that, babe." He muttered, before he stood up from his one-knee position. I chuckled uncomfortably before he sat on the couch next to my feet.

"Babe?" I questioned him, unsettled at the unusual name called me.

"What? You've got a problem, sweet cheeks."

I rolled my eyes, and sat back up dangling my knees."Okay, can you stop with the nicknames? Please."

"If you say so." He said, taking of his shoes, and kicking it the by the door.

"Hey, how did you even get me to change in these clothes. You know. . . I don't know you, mister." I said, before his loud chuckle filled the room.

He took of his shirt before he can even answer my question.

"What are you doing?" I got up before he can even do something. He turned to me and flashed me with a smile, before he tumbled on the couch. He threw his shirt on the ground somewhere on floor.

"It's funny how your just looking at, me eagerly." He remarked, taking off his belt. I hustled to the floor, picking up my clothes that I wore yesterday, before getting my bag on the hook.

"So, can I go now?" I beamed, flashing him with an artificial smile. He rolled his eyes, annoyed before he nodded his head in disgrace.

***

"Eve, so he got in a verbal fight with an aggressive guy, took you to his house and then basically stripped in front of you?" Jackie asked, picking her fork up, chewing her food. I shrugged, unexpected to say anything. My head was spinning around for a couple of minutes before answering back to her.

"I don't know. . . To bad I never asked him for his name."

"Well, does he know your name?" She asked me, shrugging to her answer one again.

"Come on, Eve. You need to know at least something?" I agitated my head, and exasperatedly put my hands up to my head. I never knew if he gave me any drug yesterday. I never knew him. But whatever drug he gave seemed to work.

"You okay, Eve?" Jackie softly touched my arm, if I needed Advil or any medicine that swooshed away this fucking headache that surrounded my head.

"I don't know, get me some medicine please." She nodded her head, quickly and rushed to the pharmacist real quick. I stood in the middle of the cafeteria with my head sore.

Dark hazed spots floated around and darkness surrounded me. . .

***

Harry's P.O.V. {woo}

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"Harry! Over here, Hun!" The familiar voices laughed and cackled loudly pressing their hands together. Everything was finally happy. The familiar red and white blanket sprawled out everywhere while picnic baskets laid on top. Gemma was toppled over her boyfriend pressing sloppy kisses to him.

"Mum." I pulled on to her floral dress, while she was busy snapping pictures of everything going on. She ran over to dad pressing a kiss to his cheek before I sat on the picnic blanket watching Gemma and her boyfriend playing football across the grass.

"Harry! Want to play, bro?!" Gemma's new boyfriend asked, kicking the ball over the grass. She laughed, while doing kicky-uppies with Robert.

"Sure!" I agreed, happily skipping over the grass, guarding the goal. Everything was happy. The sun was setting, normally and mummy was busy snapping the pictures that captivated my family's happy moment.

After several minutes ticked by, we were happily eating the sandwiches that mum made. Gemma dragged her boyfriend to the swing set while Mum was snapping pictures of the family gathering. I sat on the toppled over blanket and I watched the pigeon on the bright daffodiles blowing near the tree.

It's wings flapped and I smiled. The pigeon flew to the old oak tree right beside the blanket I was sitting on. It perched its beak in the hole in the tree before several hawk noises were heard.

An eagle swooped down the ground, swiftly grabbing the pigeon and creating more hawk noises, before taking off. I scanned the blue sky before finding the similar wings that grabbed the innocent pigeon.

The eagle then swooped down throwing the pigeon on the middle of the road like a rag doll being tossed in the trash bin. My eyes were immediately horrified once a huge truck passed by squashing the pigeons fragile frame. The organs of its body lead out. As horrified as it was, my eyes gazed over the swing set.

On the swing set, was Gemma's head sliced off, her head on the ground, whilst red plump blood trickling down her forehead. There it started. The trauma. The fear in my eyes were startled when everything turned pitch black.

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A/N:

So I'm sorry. Btw Cara is Evelyn or Eve whatever lol and Jackie is Barbara Palvin.

So IM AT SCHOOL. I MEAN IN HELL SCHOOL NO JK BYEEE💕

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~ Deanelly, Bridget, and Denise💕