unlike her // h.s [Completed]

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H.

Emery had fallen asleep on the couch as we watched The Princess Protection Program sometime around ten at night.

Her head lies in my lap and quiet hums spill from between her lips as she sleeps. I play with her hair as she dreams. Every now and then, she mumbles something in her sleep I can't quite make out.

My lips still tingle from her kiss. I reminisce on it for a moment before my leg falls asleep. I decide to take her to her bedroom.

I scoop her into my arms without stirring her awake and tiptoe upstairs. Gently, I place her on her bed and pull the comforter up to her neck. My lips press against her forehead. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart." I watch as her chest rises and falls. We finally kissed. It felt like years and years before she kissed me. It's like I waited so long for that special moment. And it came to me. Like a dream that came to life. I like her. I really do.

I make my way downstairs to the couch when there's a knock at the door. I slowly make my way over there and swing open the door.

"Hi, Harry." Sage smiles sweetly.

"Why are you here?" I glare at her and lean against the doorway.

"Oh, no reason. I wanted to say congratulations on your new girlfriend. So cute." She snaps, raising her brow at me.

"Why can't you just leave Emery alone?" I retort. "You're not friends anymore. And fuck, you sure are lucky that I didn't call the authorities for falsely accusing me of rape."

She giggles and places her hand on my bicep. I shake it off. "Harry, you're funny. Seriously, you are." She glares. "Have a great night. Really. You're going to regret everything."

"Fuck off." I spit. She sarcastically sticks out her bottom lip.

"It's so hilarious how Emery gets all of the guys. And I try. And they never pick me. And she doesn't even try and they always pick her." She complains, almost like she's talking to herself.

"For starters, she's not a psychotic bitch," I retort. "And second, she's someone that isn't a clingy cunt."

"Goodnight, Harry." She growls, curling her lip angrily.

"Do you need a Snickers?" I cackle. "Cause you're not you when you're hungry."

And with that stupid ass remark, I shut the door in her face.

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E.

Once I awake, I feel across the bed, hoping to feel Harry beside me. But I don't. I yawn and hop out of bed and decide to look for him. I knock on the bathroom door and peek in. Nothing. I skip downstairs to look for him. Nothing. I huff and head to the backdoor.

And then I see it.

A rope hangs from the large oak tree in the backyard. And at the other end, wrapped around his neck, he hangs there.

I scream. Loudly. I vigoriously slide open the backdoor and run to him. I fumble with the rope with shaky hands until he drops to the ground. I pull him into my lap, tears falling. "Harry!" I scream, bending over his body with violent sobs. "Harry, please!"

Harry bursts through the backdoor and drops to my side. "What happened?" He asks with a shaky tone.

"He was- I don't underst-" I ramble and groan loudly. "He was hanging from this tree!" I scream and gesture to the rope. "Who hangs a cat from a tree?" I sob and pull Bean's small body closer to me. I kiss his head repeatedly.

"I...I'm sorry," Harry murmurs and sits beside me. He pulls me into his side with his left arm, trying to comfort me. "I don't know who would do this." His voice wavers. "But who ever did this...I promise you, baby. I promise that I'll hunt them down."

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Harry helped me bury Bean under that damned oak tree in a shoe box that once was occupied by a pair of sneakers. We didn't say a word. Harry gently covered the box with dirt and dropped the shovel on the ground. He comes to my side and pulls me into a side hug.

"I've had Bean since I was ten." I say blankly.

"Maybe...just maybe it was his time to go." Harry murmurs.

"Not like this, Harry. Not like this." I bury my fear soaked face in the fabric of his shirt.