room 426 >> h.s

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"Can you just stop?!" America yelled into the phone, hanging up. The call was similar to the one she got about an hour ago.

She sighed, putting her phone back into her pocket. She walked back to where Oscar was standing, but he wasn't really standing anymore.

She stared in absloute shock when she saw him on the floor, gripping his bloody stomach.

"Oh my god, Oscar what happened?!" She gasped, running toward him. "I don't know, I was scrolling through my phone when something was thrown at me." He grunted, gripping his stomach in pain.

She looked around the place, when she saw something, or in this case, someone, that made her blood boil.

America took her jacket off. "Put this on your stomach to stop the bleeding." She kissed his forehead, before stalking over to where he was.

"Come with me." She whispered furiously to him, walking towards the benches behind the buses.

"Why did you do that?" America snapped at him, disgusted with his behavior.

"I didn't America. I swear-" America cut him off. "Oh save it Harry! Why did you do that?! That poor guy is bleeding on the floor for no reason. And you told me you can't go out of your room. So shut it!" She yelled, walking past Harry and back to that freaking demon, bumping Harry's shoulder in the process.

Harry just wanted to keep her safe. He didn't want to lose her to some freak of a demon. But he's not Oscar. He doesn't have that angelic look that Oscar has.

And he doesn't have, America, unlike Oscar. A disgusting devil.

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