Sunnyvale H.S

30

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Harry's P.O.V

I rushed around the house, my head in my hands. I pulled my fingers through the long locks of hair, and tugged harshly through my roots, trying to think of a solution. I always did that when I was stressed.
Fuck, I was so stressed. And afraid. And fucking ill.

I pulled out my phone, my eyes scanning the last texts she had sent.

"Harry I think I'm being followed."
"Someone's been following me for 10 minutes."
"He's getting closer."

I shouted loudly, picking up a wine glass from the table. I launched it at the wall, a shout escaping my lips.

I watched as the glass shattered, the shards falling onto the floor.

"Fuck! Why the fuck!"
I tried to calm, and sat down, pressing my finger to her contact name. I called her, pressing the phone to my ear.

It rang out before going to voicemail.
"Pick up the fucking phone! Fuck."

I bounced my leg up and down, the fear shaking inside me. I didn't have a clue what I was supposed to do.

I would kill anybody, anybody who even dared to touch or harm her in anyway. She was a tough girl, I knew that for sure, but I also knew she wouldn't put up a fight if she felt weak in the end.

I pressed her name again, and put it on loud speaker. I set the phone down on the table, and paced around it, my heart drowning out the pulse in my veins.
"Fuck it."

I stood up, grabbing my keys from the table and walked out of the living room. I slammed the front door shut as I left. I had to go and find Bucky.
Maybe he could actually help me.

I sped down the empty street in my car, twisting around corners, ignoring any of the lights. It was an emergency.

When I arrived at the shop, I saw Bucky sitting at the front desk, talking to Steve.
I ran in, slamming the door against the wall.
"Bucky! Hey! Bucky!"

"Oh hey harry!" He waved and I tried to fight back the urge to bully him. God it was hard.

"It's Grace. How long ago did she leave?" I asked, my voice rushed and panicked.

"Calm down man, like 20 minutes. Maybe she stopped off at the store before she headed to yours."

I smacked my fist down against the counter, catching both Steve, and Bucky to flinch slightly.

"No. Look at these."
I handed them my phone, and I watched as Bucky carefully analysed it. He looked at the phone screen, a worried look coming over his face.

"Where could she be?" He asked, and Steve's face twisted as he read the texts too.

"Maybe she's headed home? To her house?" He suggested and I shook my head, knowing she would not go back to her mum right now.

"Peters! She was supposed to be going to his house!"
I called out, and Steve nodded, flicking through a notepad near the cash register.

"Here. Call Peter."
I shook my head.

"I don't have his number," I pointed out and Steve put the book in front of me. It had contact numbers of everybody that worked here.

I quickly typed peters number in, my heart racing against my ribcage. It was so rapid, I felt like I was gonna explode.

"Hey man! Are you with Grace? She's supposed to be helping me on a date tonight-"

"Peter I don't know where she is. She didn't make it to yours?"
My heart pounded as he sighed softly.