Harry Hook, tears have fallen

Chapter 4

I'm going to make a book about medieval times, that I can do when I'm bored. But this book is my main priority. And...
ON WITH THE STORY!
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You were sketching and started to sketch Harry. You let out a sad sigh, you ripped the page out and pulled out a box from under the bed. You neatly placed the sketch with the others. You shoved the box back underneath the bed as you heard Danny's heavy footsteps walking closer. He sat down and clicked the t.v. on. You didn't care what he was watching till something caught your eye. You looked up and your eyes widen in shock as you see Harry's motorcycle crippled on the highway. You ran over to the t.v., grabbed the remote from Danny and put the volume up all the way.

"There seemed to be a car crash leading in one critically injured victim. He been classified as Harry Hook. The other vehicle and driver have not been spotted."
You felt your heart tighten as you gripped the remote.
"Danny..." You turned to Danny as he picked up your keys. He let's put a sigh as he turns to you.
"Which hospital is he at?" You turned back to the t.v. and listened intently.
"He's been sent to the xx hospital." You turned to Danny as he nods his head. You grab your bag with your wallet and open the door with Danny following close behind.

*timeskip*

You walked into the hospital and felt the cold air wash over you. You heard your footsteps as you walked down the shiny white floor. As you came up to the front desk you saw a middle aged women with a brown messy bun typing. She looked up at you through the top of her glasses.
"Miss, is there someone here you would like to see?" She asked while tucking a strand of grey hair behind her ear.
"Um... I just want to know the state of a patient. Is Harry Hook, ok?"
"Let me see..." She says as she starts typing on the keyboard.
"His condition has stabilized, would you like to go see him?"
You opened your mouth, then closed it unsure of what to say.
'Should I?' You thought.
"One moment." You said as you walked out the metal front doors.
Danny was sitting on a bench looking down at his phone, he have you a side glance as he turned of his phone.
"So..." Danny said as he stood up, "How's Harry?"
"He's fine, the lady asked if I wanted to go see him..." You looked to the side and took a deep breath. "Should I?"
"Cut the crap! GO! You guys need talk this relationship out..." Danny said as he gave you a worried look.

"I'll go..." You softly said as you rushed in the building up to the desk.
"I would like to see Harry." You said full of confidence.
"Alright then miss...just sign here." She said as she handed you a form. You signed it and was lead to a room. She opened the door and have you a small smile.

"He seems to be asleep now, but he should wake up soon." And with that she left. You closed the door as you sat down and took your sketch book out. You looked at Danny and started sketching his sleeping face.

"Lass? Y/N...is that you?"
You looked up and saw a tired Harry trying to sit up. You quickly stood up and walked over to the side of his bed.

"Are you ok?" You asked as you set down the sketch book on a nearby table.
"Yeah..." Harry said groggly.
"Great...you let out a sigh of relief. "Then what were you thinking?! I TOLD YOU THAT MOTORCYCLE WAS A DEATH TRAP!" You exploded with anger as he looks at you shocked and slightly scared.

You took a deep breath and let out small chuckles. You covered your face with your hand as Harry looks at you confused.
"Damn you..." You breathed out as you looked over to the table. You saw your sketchbook and saw an envelope.
"Have you opened that?" You asked as you pointed to the envelope.
"No."
You walk closer and notice it hasn't been ripped open, you picked it up and turned toward Harry.
"Here." You said as you have him the envelope. He ripped it open as he started reading, his eyes widen.
"You...might want to read this." Harry handed the note to you.

Dear Harry,
I wish you died when you could. Then we wouldn't have to fight for the same girl. Y/N doesn't love you, you need to accept that. She will never love you, she loves me. Take the crash as a warning, and run away as fast as you can. If you don't, I'll be at your bed side with a knife.
                       Sincerely,
                                     Mai

You gulped and looked at Harry.
"Your girlfriend is very possessive..." Harry said with fear clearly written on his face. You let out a small sigh.
"She's...not my girlfriend. I lied, and shes been obsessed with me for awhile. Listen I'll, work this out...somehow." You said as you picked up your bag and walked out of the room.

Harry looked at the table and saw your sketch book. He opened and noticed tearing at the center of the book, I indicating pages were ripped out. He looked at the sketch you drew while he was sleeping. He felt a small smile spread across his face as a single tear trickled down his cheek.