Harry's POV
I guess I am happy for Liam and Niall. They both got their princes back and are getting their 'happily
ever after.' That only happens in fairy tales though. Some day it will all tumble down on top of them.
Before I can stop them tears run down my face as the thought of my husband leaving me has a
re-occurrence in my mind. Its been almost four-ish years and I still can't stop wishing for him to come
home. Niall notices the look on my face and I instantly fake a smile as he gives me a concerning look.
"You alright Haz?" He actually looks genuinely concerned for me. "Yeah I'm fine mate. I'm just happy
for you. I'm just gonna pop to the loo could you watch Alek for a moment?" He nods in response and
sits near the children.
I walk down the hall, the only sound I hear is my bare feet padding across the hard wood floor.
When I enter the bathroom, I quietly close the door behind me. Then I look in the mirror to see
someone I do not recognize starring back at me. Although he is a face I have come to know.
As I start to wash my hands nausea pounds on me. My visions blackens and the last thing I remember is
hitting the floor.
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