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"Please, don't leave me. I won't do it again, I promise baby. Just... I need you. You're upset with me, I know. Please... I love you," Harry whimpers. Tears are clouding his vision, making everything in the dark room seem like a kaleidoscope of blacks and dark blues. He feels dull pain throbbing through his body, through his chest, head, face and he isn't certain about its source. His skin is burning and the desperation that flows through his veins is setting his body on fire.
"I don't believe you."
The harshness of the voice coming from the closed door of the dark room wracks out a sob out of Harry.
"You have to," Harry breathes out and lifts his ass off the pool table he was leaning against, walking towards him in the dark. He tries to hold his cheek but all he gets is a firm hand wrapped around his wrist, so familiar his heart jumps in his chest.
"Do you fucking swear you're mine?"
Harry nods vigorously.
The door echoes with a knock and a voice follows it. "Harry, are you okay? Lara said she saw you come in here."
Harry's heart starts pounding as if it was trying to escape his ribcage. The grip on his wrist only tightens.
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Wings on Tailored Suits // Zarry
FanfictionManhattan sometimes feels like a dreamt-up place with its shining skyscrapers and rooftop bars. In the place that can take you to wonderland and hell simultaneously, Harry experiences love, friendship and other struggles that come with the brink of...
