Pills //HS (COMPLETED) ✔

Ch-47 : Knock knock 🚪💢

"Aw the prince can't even hit his knight. Pathetic." I stick my tongue out at Harry after I punch him hard on his arm.

The sun is starting to rise because the sky is now a whole mixture of blue and yellow. And me and Harry are in our training sessions. Harry did whine not to get up cause we ran and hid the whole night yesterday and he wasn't ready for the training. But I brought him anyways. Bad idea. Cause his limbs are all wobbly and jelly with his eyes heaving in sleep.

I raise my palms towards Harry and motion him to punch. He rolls his eyes and walks towards me with tired limbs. Instead of punching my palm he high fives me and mumbles in bored tone, "If you're happy and you know it. Clap your hands.." Then he high fives me two times and grins tiredly. "Clap! Clap!"

I put my hands down on my hips and glare at him. He nods his head and mumbles a sorry in an awkward manner before jumping back on his toes, ready to fight.

I smile at him but the next second he falls on the ground, lying on his back, tired with heavy eyes falling and opening. "Please, not today. I'm tired."

"Get up, Harry!"

"Oh no! I'm having a possible heart attack." He clutches his hand on his chest and moans in pain while throwing his head back.

I stomp my feet in front of him. "Harry!"

"I'm gonna die. Please, take care of my father. And also my mum and sister if you find them." He lies down with his eyes closed in a fake unconscious manner.

"Are you done?"

He raises his index finger. "Also my grandma." And drops his hand again.

I sigh and cross my arms against my chest. "Get up!" I shout at him.

"Oh God! I forgot Olivia. Don't let Taylor find her ever. Please, keep her." He dies again and keeps his mouth agape. I watch on him and tap my feet waiting for a response. He's getting on my nerves right now.

Harry peeks his one eye open and as he sees me watching on him he lies his head down again. After a few moments he peeks his other eye open and mumbles, "You know, a CPR could help."

I smile and shake my head not believing his now cheekiness. I drop down on my feet with my knees bent to my chest before I place a light kiss on his lips. He blushes furiously and smiles at me with his cheeks tinted pink.

"Will you forget about me in a month?" Harry asks with a sad pout. I squint my eyes completely taken aback of his question. "No, of course not. Why are you asking?" I cup his face in hands and kiss his lips.

"What about six months?" He asks, breaking away from the kiss.

"What's happening to you? I'll not forget about you ever. Are you okay?" I stroke his cheeks and stare down at his sad face. I'm so confused right now. Is he fine? No, he's not dumbhead.

"What about a year or two?" He asks, his voice hurting and slow.

"I'll never ever forget you, Harry." I raise my eyebrows at him while emphasizing at every word. He nods his head and looks at me before saying, "Knock knock."

I frown at him. "Are you serious? Just a few moments ago...don't show me that pout, I love your jokes but now you need to tell me what happened to-"

"Knock knock."

"Harry!"

"Knock knock."

"Fine! Who's there?"

Harry pouts his lips and says, "See, you already forgot about me."

My mouth falls open after I realize his joke. I glare at him and was about to punch him when he grabs on both of my arms and he cracks in a laughter.