"Name something that you've done with a boy." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows and fiddling wi...
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Chapter Fifty Two ________________
Harry
My eyes began to burn through my eyelids before I could even open them because of the parted curtains that allowed the sun to cascade across my bedroom, which is bizarre to me since I've always preferred darkness over light... especially when I woke up in the morning.
I heard a voice that reminded me of my sisters once my body started moving against the mattress. I didn't plan on getting up just yet, but I can't help but wonder if I shagged some bird before I passed out the night prior by the feminine voice.
"He's waking up. I'll call you back." I heard the voice quickly say, allowing me to know who was in my room.
Gemma.
Attempting to sit up before getting my eyes opened, I groaned when I felt a sting of sharp pain in my back and my head. What the fuck? I mean: I expected the migraine but the pain in my back isn't familiar.
"You need to just lie back down, Harry. You're still too weak." Gemma mentioned, causing me to frown my eyebrows. Weak?
"How am I—" I abruptly stopped speaking after taking in the sound of my voice that didn't seem too much like... me. I'm aware that my voice tended to be a bit raspy when I woke up and sometimes throughout the day, but not this raspy.
I slowly started to open my eyes, blinking them repeatedly. "Would you like some water?" Gemma asked, her appearance becoming more clear.
Her hair is wildly thrown in a ponytail and the surroundings of her eyes are dark and swollen, as if she's been crying for almost a decade. I haven't seen her this way since our mum passed away.
"What's going on?" I asked her before looking down at myself, noticing the hospital gown on me and all of the tubes connecting to my arms. "Gemma..."
My heart pounded immensely to where the monitors beeping increased, automatically alarming my sister. "Harry, baby, please remain calm for me right now."
"Where's Danielle?" Although the way we ended wasn't the best, she was still my main concern right now.
Gemma looked into my eyes, placing her hand on my shoulder. "She went home last night. We waited for you to wake up, but you never did."
I snatched my gaze off of her then looked down at my hands, remembering the powder that went up my nose and the pills that descended down my throat. I was indulging back to back in my bedroom without a care in the world.
