Taken 2 // H.S

•Chapter 69•

•Chapter 69•

I lay in bed, listening to the clock tick down the hallway. A knock filled the house as I concentrated on the ticks of the handles.

I got up from the bed. Harry probably locked himself out again when he went hunting. I unlocked the door, opening it. Behind the wooden barrier stood Louis.

"W-what are you doing here?" I breathed, slowly backing away from him.

"I came to see you, Emily." He replied.

"Lou-- wait. Did you just call me Emily?" I stopped in my tracks.

"Yes. That is your name, right?" He asked, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

"No. I'm Sarah. Don't you remember?" I asked, straightening up.

"No. You have to be Emily. You have there same hair, same eyes. It has to be you." He walked closer to me.

"Lou, she died eighty-four years ago." I breathed, hoping not to set him off.

"What? No. This can't be right. Y-you have to be her." He stuttered. "Where's David?" He mumbled.

"He's dead too, Louis." I backed away a little more.

"No!" His hands gripped my forearms tightly, shaking me. Before I could focus on anything - I felt his lips press against mine.

"It has to be you, Emily." He whispered after he pulled away. I pushed him back. He stumbled out of the house, and out onto the forest floor. I shut the door, locking it.

***

The door knob turned as I sat in the living room, an empty picture frame in hand. I stood up slowly, making my way toward the door. As soon as the door opened I slammed the frame into the persons direction. My forearm was caught before any damage was done. I opened my eyes from their previous shut tight position and saw Harry standing there.

"I'm so sorry!" I shrieked. Placing the picture frame down, I wrapped my arms around him.

"It's fine. Why were you doing that anyways?" He pulled back from my embrace.

"L-Louis came by earlier." I stuttered. His eyes burned with fury behind them. "--and he thought that I was Emily." I added.

"He what?" Harry's gaze stayed focused on my own - on him.

"He thought that I was Emily. He came by and started say that I was her. He freaked when I told him that she died Eighty-Four years ago." I didn't want to add the part where kissed me. "I eventually got him to leave." I quickly added.

His chest rose and fell in rapid motions from his harsh breathing. His nostrils flared slightly, probably thinking about how it all went down. "I promise you, Harry. I'm fine." I laced my fingertips through his, squeezing slightly to reassure him.

"I believe you." He tried to get through that back of his throat, only erupting into a growl. "Where is he?" His eyes turned a slight red from the distance.

"Harry. Calm down, please." I stood directly in front of him. "I don't know where he went. I didn't want to open the door again." I replied.

His eyes grew back to their normal jade, his breathing slowed and he looked down at me. "I understand." He mumbled. He was obviously still mad with Louis when he walked down the hallway, slamming the basement door.

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*Ginny*