Kidnapped

Reunions and Parchessi

Jeans word made me let out the biggest breath probably in the history of breathing. Like legit.

    “Can we see him, like, now?” I asked.

    “No, he’s still in surgery,” Jean said.

    So, we slept for a while. When I woke up, I was in a room by myself. I did not like that. So I scurried down the hall and found Harry’s room.

    Liam and Kayla were all in there. We all looked at each other, and for a split second we all were thinking that this is what we’ve all been through together and nothing is going to change that.

    I smiled at Liam. “Hey good lookin.”

    He saluted at me. “Hey.”

    I walked over to him and sat next to him, but the seat was really small so I was mostly on his lap. I kissed him for a while, his hand resting on my waist, until Kayla coughed.

    I smiled and looked behind Liam’s head to see Kayla. She was smiling, which was a relief. The mood before had been so depressing, but now we were all okay. But there was still a little tension in the air- I knew it would go away when Harry woke up. If he woke up. Aggg.

    “Suppity,” I said to her.

    “Not much, in a hospital,” She said.

    “Cool, me too!” I said, and we both laughed. There. It was actually getting back to normal.

    “So where are Jean and others?” Liam asked.

    “No idea,” I said. “I didn’t see them in the hallway.”

    We shrugged.

    “So, why exactly did you jump of a CLIFF?” Kayla asked, raising her eyebrows at me.

    “Um....” I said, grinning. “Well, I climbed up a tree so no one would find me but then a guy started shooting at me and I fell and then everything was blurry and I like....tripped. The ground stopped.”

    “Smart person,” Liam said. “Why did you climb up a tree?”

    “You know what.......?” He kissed my forehead, and my stomach fluttered.

    We sat in Harry’s room for a while, talking. “I’m gonna go find Jean,” Liam said, standing up.

    He came back about ten minutes later, his expression grim. “They’re gone. They just...left.”

    Marisa and I shot each other a look and stood up, looking around for any of them. But Liam was right, they were gone.

    “I think that this is actually a good thing,” Marisa said, nodding. “Right?”

    “I guess so...” I said, trailing off, uncertain.

    “Whatever,” Liam said. “I’m hungry, do you guys wanna get something to eat?”

    “Duh,” Marisa and I said at once, and walked to the cafe. I got a chicken sandwich, Marisa a burger, and Liam a steak. We sat down and began to eat, talking about Jean being gone and how we were gonna get back.

    And then, suddenly, I heard his voice.

    “Hello?”

    The sandwich I had been taking a bite of fell onto the table, forgotten, and I slowly turned around, afraid that it wasn’t true. But there he was, standing there in nothing but baggy shorts, the tape still wrapped around his stomach, looking pale but very much so alive.

    “Harry.....” I said, and the next thing I knew I was in his arms. Except he wasn’t holding me up like usual, I was holding him up, and I realized just how weak he still was.

    I didn’t want to let go. “Damn it Harry you scared me so much,” I said. I was smiling and crying, a really weird combination. I finally apart, only so I could see his face, and I sighed with relief when I saw that there was some light in his green eyes.

    Liam came over, and Harry leaned on him, taking some of his weight off of me, but he didn’t remove his left arm from my shoulders, even though it kind of made the right one where I had gotten shot hurt. “Bro....” Liam said, and he almost starting crying, so settled with a slight fist pump.

    Marisa came over and hugged him, and he removed his arm off of Liam for a second to hug her back. We stayed like that, standing there in a group hug, Liam and I practically carrying Harry in the middle of cafe. I was laughing and crying, as was Marisa, and Liam was grinning like the joker.

    But then the doctor came and ordered Harry back to bed. He wanted to put him on a stretcher but he refused, so instead we just kind of half-carried him as he moaned in pain a few times back to the room.

    We set him on the bed, where he sat up straight. He smiled at me, dimples showing, and I kissed him on the lips.

AN: HARRY'S ALIVE!!! hahah well i mean we're not just gonna kill of HARRY. Thatd be like...just no. So...VOMMENT! (vote and comment) (: please

I got vomment from another story btw don't own that ttteeehheee