Hunted by the past.

Shit got real.

 P.S: I had changed Harold, he's no longer Bradley Cooper, because Harold have a british irish accebt, so he's now Joseph Morgan. And Lady is Nina Dobrev.

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Lady's POV:

I can't believe he called, that unknown person called again. Harold seems as scared as me, or maybe even more. He rubs nervously his forehead and sit down next to me, on the floor. 

"It can't be him" I keep repeating to myself, my head in my arms. Harold's hand keep rubbing my back to comfort me. "He died." I say as I face Harold. He closes his eyes in frustration.

"I hope it's just some shitty joke" He says and presses his pink lips into a hard line. I shake my head so many times and he take my head between his hands to stop me.

"Hey, Hey, easy! I'm sure it's some joke, I mean probably it's one of your old friend from high school" I close my eyes and a few tears escape. He catches them with his thumb and my body shivers from his cold touch against my warm, swollen cheeks. He can't be alive, he died. I'm pretty sure because I killed him. I was with him when he died.  Harold helps me to stand up and he put me in the bed. 

After I cover myself with the blankets, I look to my watch and it's 3 pm. The nurse has already serves my lunch and it still resting on the the tea table. Harold excuses himself to let me have some sleep and before he can move an inch from his body, I grab his arm. He turn around surprised and and I leave him after I gained his attention.

"Can you please sleep with me?" The words leave my mouth before I can catch them back. Harold bows his head down and try to look every where to hid my embarrassment. "Just sleep." He nods and take off his boots. I move fast to leave him enough space. I don't know what I was thinking asking him something like this. Maybe I wanted to feel peace and secure. I move my head so his arm find its way behind my head. His eyes hasn't met my eyes yet and I am grateful. I bend my legs together and hid in his chest. What a feeling! I can hear his heart's beats. I close my eyes in the sound of the bibs around me, the smell of his arms and the sound of his heart.

Harold's POV:

I would be a crazy if I said that I had never ever ever had a moment like this with her.

Her.

In my arms.

Sleeping and snoring.

She never ever slept that close to me. She used to sleep so far, in the edge of the bed, and when I try to reach for her, she always has to go to the bathroom, have a glass of water or remember that she has a homework. And even when..you know.. we make love, I feel like she's doing it because she has to, nothing more. So just having her in my arms, sleeping, means the world to me. I turn to face her, my arm still are under her sleepy head, and admire her face. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks are red from crying and her nose too, she's not wearing make up and I like her make up face free. Her full lips are closed in a small line and her jaw is clinched. I move the hair from her forehead and for the first time, I see a mark above her head, in the edge of her hair. I had never saw it, because she always have her hair on her forehead. It's big, like someone had hit her. I look in the top of her hair, I see another one, less big. Oh my God! Who had done something like this to her? Did Cody abused her that's why she killed him?

Are you serious, Harold!? My subconscious told me. I don't know, the whole Cody thing had missed with my head a lot. I kiss her forehead, move my arm under her head so slowly and let her sleep in peace. I have a lot of thing to do; sign paper to get her out of here and clean the house, she'll freak out if she find the house in such a mess.