a/n: this is another one of those fantasy chapters since y'all loved the first one i did. in this scenario you're a superhero! i'm going to leave your appearance (suit, weapons etc.) as well as your powers up to you to create!
enjoy lovelies!
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You fly through the white curtains and land in yours and your boyfriend's shared bedroom.
You immediately collapse on the floor, coughing your lungs out.
"Jesus Christ Y/N!" You hear the voice of your panicked boyfriend, Harry.
He races towards you and kneels beside you, resting his hand on your back as you struggle to breathe.
"Shit shit shit..." He mutters, the concern and worry for you is distinct in his voice.
"I-I'm fine Harry..." You manage to choke out.
"No! No you're fucking not!" Harry rubs his face and runs his hands through his hair.
You prop yourself against the wall, finally breathing normally again.
"What the hell happened?! Where did you go?!" He frantically asks.
"T-There was this... guy... He kinda wanted to take over the city... he set an apartment on fire... I had to leave before anyone could get hurt. Luckily, no one did." You breathe out.
"Took the guy out... saved everyone... It went, well." You rest your head against the cold wall, still
breathing heavily.
"No, no it did not go well! From what I can see you're struggling to fucking breathe!" Harry's frustration is evident, and you cock your head at his sudden outbursts.
"What's up with y-you?" You say, pushing your hair out of your face.
"What's wrong with me?!" He raises his voice a little, making you flinch.
"Look Y/N, I love you and want the best for you. But I think this whole superhero just isn't the right way to go." He says sternly.
"W-What? It's what I do, Harry." You narrow your eyes at him.
"You're getting yourself in so much danger, you're going to end up dead!" He rubs his eyes hard.
"And so are those people if no one saves them." You get up and stumble backwards.
Harry is quick to jump up and support you. "Look at yourself! You can barley fucking stand..." He snakes one of his arms around your waist and the other is around your shoulders.
"Why are you so damn pissy?!" You snap at him, tired of his attitude, especially after such an exhausting night.
"I'm worried about you!" He snaps back, looking deeply into your eyes.
"Why?! I'm perfectly fine Harry!" You start to cough again, immediately contradicting your case.
"I'm no longer listening to your bullshit, Y/N. "I'm fine" my ass. You're not fine. And I am worried. Do you know what I was doing while you were gone? I was sitting on the edge of that fucking bed, a complete mess." He begins. He turns you around so that his face is perfectly reflected in the light. You begin to see his tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes.
"You didn't tell me you were leaving. I was left completely in the dark to make a conclusion whether you were out saving people or you've been fucking kidnapped and probably dead." He shakes his head and his grip on you tightens as you feel his muscles tense.
"I'm worried about you. I'm always worried about you. Every single day of my life I worry about you. I worry about how you're destroying those who threaten humanity but at the same time, you're destroying yourself. You need to stop this." His voice softens a little.
