𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 23

Grace's POV.

I push his hair back, tracing his figure with my fingers.

''Harry'' his eyes are so open; he looks so scared. I carefully kneel down and cup his cheeks, staring into his green, searching for him. '' Harry, I'm here. Right in front of you. I...'' I slowly wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing him hard to my body. What can I do to make him come back? it was easy last time that happened. He wanted to come back to me but now. now I'm gone for god, why should he stay.

'' You promise not to leave me. I need you so much. Don't give up'' his hands reach for my hips and his nails draw into my skin, making me gasp but I do not move. He presses his forehead to my shoulder blade and his breath fans on my chest heavily.

He starts coughing and I close my eyes, caressing his hair.

'' I know it's hard Harry, but if you give up, you will leave me here, without you. Don't do it. don't walk away Harry. nothing matters, I will... I will care about you Harry, I will always, want you in my life. don't steal your life from my hands, don't take my happiness away. Please Harry. how am I supposed to live without you? You promised. You gave me your word. I count on that.'' Harry falls on the ground coughing and gasping before hitting the ground with his fist. His tears are rolling down his eyes, wetting the floor. I reluctantly move my hand and cover his, he doesn't jerk it away. he interviews our hands instead and I lean down, pressing my cheek to his.

''I'm so sorry'' I whisper kissing his temple. Harry shakes his head and squeezes my fingers hard.

''I ... need to puke'' he forces himself to say, the words come out fast and so hard to understand. I nod and help him on his feet. Damien takes a step towards us but Harry raises his hand to him.

''No'' his voice is so broken, there's no trace of the strong deepness typical of my curly boy. It looks more like the voice of a little baby. I stay still and Harry hardens his grip on my waist, making me come in the bathroom with him. He's a bit harsh in his moves but somehow, I can sense a certain kindness behind his rage. Sign he still cares about me, no matter how pissed and broken he's.

''Close the door'' he mumbles and I comply as he walks towards the sink. He bends a bit, his head on his arm and he tries his best to control himself. ''Grace'' he says and before I can even make a move, he turns his head, releasing his tension out from his lungs.

I look away and embrace my body, I feel so cold. somehow, deep down my corrupted soul, there is a little voice that screams right to my heart, telling me I'm the one who has the blame from all of this shit, I'm the one who searches for misfortunes. If I only had the courage to let him go days ago, it would have be much more simpler.

''Grace'' Harry motions me to come closer but I'm too afraid I could hurt him even just standing next to him. he cleans his mouth and hits the sink in frustration. ''Fuck Grace, just...come here'' he growls and I find myself pacing in his direction. His hair is all over his face, covering his cheeks, his forehead. He takes a towel from the drawer and wipes his face, before burying it inside of it and sobbing. He kicks the washbowl and I straighten as he throws the towel angrily to the ground before falling on his butt and leaving his head to rest against the wall.