"Harry?" I whispered under the blanket sheets.
No answer.
I slowly removed the blanket sheets that were shielding my eyes, expecting Harry to be fast asleep....right next to me.
No Harry.
I sighed sadly wishing he could appear in front of me.
No sign.
"Harry where are you?" I said starting to freak out.
No answer.
I rushed out of bed and slipped my worn out bunny slippers Harry had got me.....once ,then got to the restroom.
No Harry.
As my hand slid down from the cold, untouched door nob I slid my hand down, then my body did the same.
No sign.
As soon as I realized he was on tour still, I had the urge was too cut myself......again.
No answer, no Harry, no sign.
I pulled out a knife from the vanity next to me and felt the warm, dreadful, pitiful, felling of blood trickling down my arm as the knife connected with my cold skin.
As soon as more warm blood fell I pretend Harry was with me. His warm, easing touch promised me I'd never be alone when he was here.
He's not here.
I'm alone.
He's on tour.
I'm alone.
He's traveling.
I'm alone.
He promised me he would come back.
He has not yet come back.
It was time for me to tell him what I really felt about him.
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KING /h.s/
Fanfiction"Harry, how would you describe yourself in one word?" "A king." *** In cases like this,Harry should have been carful for what he had wished for. Sometimes you will lose everything you had trying to get what you want most. But what he did want most w...
