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Harry gives her no time to speak, leaning in for a kiss every two seconds. Their breathing is laboured, their lips are sore after all the biting and sucking but Harry's still not satisfied. The emptiness is still there in his chest, the burn determined not to fade away and Harry's unsure of what to do. How to get rid of whatever he's feeling.

"Harry." She gasps, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as he dives in to capture her lips once again. Her eyelids are shut and she's breathing hard, head resting against the wall and fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.

Harry does not dare to blink even once, eyes fixed on her face, trying to memorize even the smallest detail, feeling like it might be the last time he would see her this close to him.

A small whimper escapes her lips and he roughly brings her body closer to his, trying to eliminate even the slightest distance between them. He needs to be close to her, as close as he can possibly be. Feels like it is be the only way to make him feel less miserable.

"Please." Harry desperately whispers against her forehead, his arms trembling where they are around her waist. "Help me."

He doesn't see how she reacts to his words, but he feels her hands sliding up from his shoulder to cup his cheeks. Her thumbs gently caressing his cheekbones and then he feels a pair of lips pressing against his forehead. Once, twice, thrice.

"Come." She whispers against her lips before moving away and Harry lets out a shaky breath, letting go of his hold on his waist as she takes his hand in her own, squeezing it reassuringly before leading the way.

No words are spoken between the two as they reach the bedroom. Not even once they look into each other's eyes as Harry's lead to the bed and his shoes are gently taken off.

Harry eyes her carefully as her slightly trembling hands starts to unbutton his shirt, one button after another before finally taking it off, leaving Harry just in his pants.

Harry senses her nervousness as her fingers reach the button of his pants, with a little hesitancy she pops it open. A breath escaping her lips as she undo the zipper. All the while, her eyes glancing elsewhere, not even once looking up into the pools of green.

Harry rises from the bed a little, helping her to slides the pants down his hips and then his legs and then Harry sits there, just in the pair of white boxers.

Harry's eyes follow her as she stands up from the floor, taking Harry's clothes with her but before she could move a step away, Harry takes a hold of her arm, causing her to finally look up at him.

"Don't leave me." He whispers, tightening her hold more, his eyebrows furrowing at the thought of her being away.

He watches as the corners of her lips turn upwards and she shakes her head, leaning down to kiss Harry's cheek.

"Not going anywhere, love. Not leaving." She tells him gently but Harry still doesn't let go, looking up at her with glassy eyes, silently conveying his request this time.

"I'll just wanted to get you some food and water. Aren't you starving?" She questions her, her tone soft as if she's talking to a five year old boy.

"Not hungry." Harry tells her, shaking his head before shivering, "Just cold."

Harry tells her, feeling his eyes welling up with tears all of the sudden, the reason behind unknown to him. He tries to figure out why he's feeling this way but the alcohol that he's consumed isn't helping him remember shit.

"You're okay, Harry." She whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck causing Harry to react quickly, as he wraps his arms around her tightly, bringing her into his lap and burying his head in the crook of her neck, letting out a small sob.

Laura feels her own eyes becoming teary, hearing the sobs escaping Harry's lips. She's not sure about what has happened but from how Harry's been acting ever since he came home, she knows it's got something to do with his lover. A fear consumes her senses as the possibility of Harry finally realizing the truth crosses her mind and as selfish as it might sound, she internally prays to God that he doesn't. She grown attached to him, she's grown to love him and after all that she's already lost, she doesn't want lose Harry.

"I love you so much, Harry. I do." She tells him in a shaky voice and shivers when Harry's lips press against the skin of her neck in response, peppering the skin with small, innocent kisses.

They stay like that for quite sometime, Laura's arms running up and down Harry's back while he remains motionless just kissing her neck every few minutes.

"Baby?" Laura whispers, pressing her lips against Harry's bare shoulder and causing him to hum in response.

"Let's lie down, yeah?" She asks him waiting for Harry to respond but all he does is nod his head before reluctantly unwrapping his arms from around the girl.

As he rests his head against the pillow, Laura climbs up and on top of him, pulling the covers to cover their bodies.

They don't utter a single word as they lie there, knowing that no words will be as peaceful and comfortable as the silence they are surrounded by. It's not like words are enough to explain how they feel, it's complicated. Everything about them is complicated and fucked up.

Laura presses her lips against Harry, her tongue plunging into his mouth and like every other time Harry lets his girl dominate. Let's her have her way because he doesn't need any control or dominance as long as he's got her.

There hands urgently run over each other's body, gripping and digging nails into their flesh to be marked as each other's. Both of them aware that only God knows what will happen the next morning when Harry will gain back his consciousness.

Laura lies awake in the bed after Harry falls asleep. She watches with concern as his eyebrows furrow every once in a while and he shakes his head, fingers clawing at her skin, arms tightening to the extent where she's unable to breathe properly. But she stays put, not daring to wake him up, she just whispers sweet nothings in his ear, kisses the frown on his face to make it go away and when she sees a tear escaping his closed eyelid, she runs her hand through his hair, trying to calm him down, kissing his close eyelids and praying to God for everything to be okay.

The morning approaches quicker than she realizes, although she's not slept for even half an hour, she's still not sleepy, her mind is consumed with disturbing thoughts but what's been disturbing her more than her thoughts is Harry's condition. His skin is burning and it's pretty obvious that's he's sick.

However when she tries to get up and bring something to help his sickness, Harry's hold around her becomes tighter than usual and he shakes his head, mumbling something incoherent every time as if afraid that she'll disappear if his hold will loosen around her.

It hurts Laura to see him this way, so scared and broke but there's nothing she can do about it. It's like she's failed at achieving her goal to make Harry live a normal life again.

Her eyes glance at the clock and she realizes that it's twelve thirty already, Harry's slept for more than eleven hour and it's abnormal for him to sleep this long. He usually wakes up before her every day.

"Harry." She whispers, lightly shaking his forearm and smiling when Harry arches his eyebrows and his tongue darts out to lick over his cherry red lips.

"I need to use the restroom." Laura tell him and Harry nods his head lightly but makes no attempt to let go, instead he turns on his side and buries his head in the crook her neck. His extremely warm skin making Laura feel a bit wierd.

"You're burning." She murmurs, fingers lightly scrathing Harry's scalp as she tries to wiggle out of his hold again.

"Don't move." Harry whines, his voice muffled. Laura goes still instantly, feeling him puff out a breath before saying, "My head hurts."

"Of course it does baby. You were drunk last night and you have high temperature right now." She tells him, mind immediately drifting to last night. The reason behind Harry's condition last still being a mystery. She'd been thinking about it all night and was only able to come up with horrible answers.

"Gonna go get you some medicine for your headache,yeah?" Laura tells him, as she gently removes Harry's hand away from her, ignoring the groan of protest he lets out at her actions.

She quickly gets out of bed and watches Harry for a second as he pulls the covers over his head, turning to his other side. Laura quickly paces to thr kitchen to make some breakfast really quick, knowing that it's not right to take any medicine when your stomach is empty.

She pours juice into a glass and warms up some milk, pouring the cereal into a bowl beforeshe makes a run towards the room, not wanting the poor soul to suffer anymore than he already has.

"You're up." She says cheerfully when she finds Harry sitting up on the bed, his head in his hands.

As soon as Harry hears her voice, his head snaps in her direction, eyes running up and down over her body as events of last night runs through his jumbled head.

"Eat something before you take the pills." She tells Harry and he eyes her stretched out arm, holding a bowl of cereal.

Harry stays silent, not blinking or moving or saying anything at all. Not sure of what to do, not sure of how to repond. He feels like his brain has stopped functioning.

"What's wrong Harry?" He hears her voice and inhales sharply, mouth falling open as he tries to come up with something.

The silence in the room stretches for another minute before Harry's finally able to say his thoughts outloud.

"Who are you?"

Done. Done. Done.