At 11:59 // h.s

Chapter 10

-Grace-

Harry has been acting so strange ever since the beginning of December. I was starting to get worried. He always looked so worried and he hasn't been eating much. Sometimes I have to force food into his mouth because he just stares at it blankly. I hope nothing is wrong. Does he not like me anymore? Did I say the wrong thing? He doesn't speak much either. I decided I would drive to his apartment to talk to him.

I knocked on the door but no one answered. I knocked again but still no answer.

"Harry? Niall?" I called through the door.

Finally I just decided to open the door. I turned the knob and it was open.

"Harry?" I called out as I walked further into the messy apartment.

I heard some coughing and gagging coming from behind the bathroom door. I opened it up to find a head of curly brown hair hanging over the toilet, vomiting.

"Are you okay Harry?" I ask, worry clear in my voice.

He turned his head to me to reveal red rimmed, bloodshot eyes and an unshaven face.

"It's coming," he practically whispered.

"What's coming?" I asked.

"11:59," he replied icily.

"What's 11:59?"

"It's him. He's coming back to haunt me again..." his voice trailed off when his body went limp and he passed out on the tile floor.

I quickly bent down and tried to pick him up, but failed miserably. He was too heavy for me to pick up so I kind of half carried/dragged him to his bed. I felt his forehead but it wasn't warm. It was actually cold. His usual glowing, tan skin was almost white. His beautiful green eyes were replaced with pale eyelids and there were dark bags around his eyes.

Poor Harry. I wish I knew what 11:59 meant and what was wrong with him and who was supposedly haunting him. It pained me to see him like this. It looked like all the life had been sucked out of him. I covered him with a blanket and put a warm towel to his forehead.

Even in his current state, Harry was so beautiful. I traced the swirled black ink on one of his arms. I was never fond of boys with tattoos, but they just add to the beauty of him.

I didn't know where Niall was, so I decided that I would stay at the apartment tonight, to make sure Harry was okay.

I planted a kiss on his cheek and laid down beside him. I fell asleep listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

-Harry-

I woke up with Grace's head on my chest.

Wait, why is Grace here? How did I even get here? I don't even remember falling asleep.

I didn't really care. I was just enjoying her presence. God she was so beautiful. I softly caressed her cheek and her eyes fluttered opened.

"Good morning," she groggily said with a small smile.

"Good morning to you," I replied with a grin.

"So I was just wondering about last night," she said.

"What happened last night?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Well I came here to ask you about why you have been acting so weird lately," she started,"and when I got here, you were kind of throwing up and you looked so sad and worried. It was so hard to see you like that."

That's when I remembered everything from last night. I got another threat from him. It was the worst one I've gotten so far. It freaked me out so bad. How did he find out about Grace? Is he like stalking me? I swear if he lays a fucking finger on her...