IN THE LAST CHAPTER IT WAS REAL STELLA IN THE VIDEO. HARRY WENT TO THE ROOF TOP BECAUSE HE WAS TRAUMATIZED AFTER WATCHING IT AND THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE THERE BUT AS WELL ALL KNOW SHE DIED SO MUCH EARLIER. I HOPE I'VE CLEARED THE CONFUSION.

The cold wind nips at Harry's skin, the thin shirt he is wearing isn't doing much to keep the cold away, neither is he trying to protect himself by rubbing his hands or by finding a warmer place. He's just lying there on the concrete floor, unable to move, unable to think, unable to even blink his eyes.

The tears have run dry, the only evidence of them are the stains on his cheeks. The blood that had trickled out from the wound has dried too, slightly itching Harry's skin but he's barely conscious to take care of it.

Seconds turns into minutes and minutes turn into hours or at least that's how Harry feels as he lays on the floor motionless.

His ribs are now hurting with every small breath he takes in. His lips have turned purple in colour and his teeth are chattering now but he still doesn't find the strength to stand up and leave.

Harry's eyes flicker towards the sky and he finds out that it's void of stars tonight probably mourning over Harry's pitiful condition. All the times he'd watched the stars with her crosses his mind and a tear roll down his cheek.

"No." Harry mumbles to himself, closing his eyes and shaking his head as the video he'd just watched crosses his mind. "No. No. No. Please. I'm sorry."

He repeats this mantra over and over again, hoping, praying to the God out there to listen to him just this once. Harry carries on with his pleading until he passes out from the tiredness that has taken a toll on his body.

He's not sure about how long he remains unconscious but he wakes up, the sky is still dark. He lays there for another minute before sighing and slowly getting up. As he walks down the stairs, he feels numb all over.

He's unaware of where his legs are leading him, not until he hears a door bell and realizes that he's standing outside her apartment. Apartment number 21. The apartment where Harry and Stella had spent so much time.

"Who is it?" Harry hears the voice of a girl from the other side of the door and he tries to walk away but his limbs are like stuck to the ground.

The door creaks open and a small girl stands in front of Harry, looking at him with a frown on her face.

"A-Are you okay?" The girl asks Harry, her eyes taking in his appearance.

Harry doesn't reply, just stares at her for a couple of seconds, a tear escaping his eyes as all the memories flood back at once. He stands there, not moving, before he finally turns around to walk away.

The girl doesn't stop him, just watches until Harry disappears from her sight. Just wondering what's wrong with him.

Harry keeps his head low as he reaches the lobby, he feels eyes on himself but ignores all the people as he leaves the building.

Harry watches the cars passing by, strangers walking on the sidewalk, some talking on the phone and some laughing with their friends, all of them unaware of what Harry's going through at the moment.

The liquor store across the street catches Harry's eye and he realizes that's all he needs at the moment. Every time there's something horrible going on in Harry's life, alcohol is the only friend he can turn to. Alcohol is the only thing that helps him keep sane.

The cashier at the store looks at Harry wearily as he approaches the counter, thinking that he's some homeless alcoholic, at least that's what he looks like with ripped and dirt covered clothes and dried blood on his face.

His eyes become wide however when Harry throws a wad of cash onto the counter. With his mouth slightly open in surprise, he looks between Harry and the money, not sure of what the man wants and why he's carrying so much money.

"I need the strongest. Two bottles." Harry tells him in a monotone, not really bothered by the surprise that's evident on the person's face.

The man nods before turning around and looking at the shelves behind it before he picks out two bottles and places them on the counter in front of Harry.

Picking up the bottles Harry turns around and start walking out of the store but pauses when he hears the cashier speaking.

"Don't you want rest of your money back?" The cashier questions but Harry just shrugs in response, before he continues to walk out of bar.

Harry sits down in the dark corner, eyes fixed on the building where once his lover lived. He's still confused, he's not sure of what has happened. He's not sure whose the girl he's been living with for the past few months if Stella's dead. He's hoping for it to be just a prank but in the back of his mind, he'd always known it.

He remembers the time Selvia had hugged him tight and told him that she's sorry. He remembers the sad expressions of everyone who was there in the room. It was two days after Stella had left him. But he can't seem to remember anything else from that day. He tries to focus, tries to remember what else happened on that day but it's like his memory has been erased.

Harry let out a growl, gripping his hair and tugging on the curls. A pain sear through his skull but it's not enough to dull the pain and emptiness he's feeling on the inside.

Opening the bottle of the poisonous liquid, he starts gulping it down, only stopping to breathe before the rim is pressed back to his lips and liquid is burning his throat again.

The liquid in the bottle is half gone way too quickly and now he's not really sure why he was drinking, he just knows that he's sad but the reason behind his sadness is a mystery to him and a humourless chuckles escapes his mouth.

Harry looks down at the watch but his vision is blurry so he just assumes that he's late and he should be getting home. He wonders how worried Stella will be, praying for Harry to reach home safely.

Harry stands up onto his feet, feeling like he'll stumble any minute as he walks until he reaches near a lamp post and supports himself with the pole as he waits for a taxi to pass by.

He's not sure what happens next but somehow he's managed to get into some car. Harry's sitting in the back so he doesn't know whose driving or where they're going and that makes him frown and drink more from the bottle.

The car stops and a man helps him get out of the back seat and Harry blinks his eyes a couple of times before he realizes that he's standing in front of a mansion, a mansion that looks similar to Harry's.

"It looks like my house." Harry tells the man with a frown, not tearing his eyes away from it.

"That's because it is yours. Go on, Stella must be waiting for you." He hears a very familiar voice tell him and his chest burns at the mention of her name.

Stella.

Before Harry could ask the man how he knows her, he hears the car driving away, making him sigh as he takes another gulp of alcohol and rings the bell. Once, twice.

"Harry." He hears someone calling his name and he moves the bottle away from his mouth and looks down, realizing that she's standing there in front of him, staring at him with worry and disapproval written all over her beautiful face.

The moment Harry's eyes land on her face, the bottle of alcohol in his hand drops on the ground, shattering into many tiny pieces. For some reason unknown to him, he feels the tears forming in his eyes, blurring even already fucked up vision.

"Oh my god." She breathes out looking down at the floor and then back up at me. It seems like she want to say something else but instead she just stares at him with eyes wide and bottom lip taken in between her teeth, a habit of hers when she's anxious.

Harry's heart rate picks up as she takes a step back, increasing the distance between them and urgently he takes to more steps in her direction, not wanting to be away from her.

He can't bear it, he can't live without her by his side all the time.

"Harry what's wrong? You're worrying me." She asks him, no sounding more frightened than worried and that makes him shake his head.

No. He doesn't want her to be afraid of him. He wants her to always feel secure in his presence. He wants her to smile and laugh, not furrow her eyebrows and hold grim expression.

Harry's free hand comes up to cup her cheek, causing her to flinch a bit before she becomes completely still, barely even breathing as she looks up into Harry's eyes, the eyes she'd come to adore within months.

Harry's not sure why even after being close to her and touching her, he's still feeling empty and hollow inside, there's a burning in his chest that's just now going away.

So he leans in to kiss her, as soon as their lips brush against each other, Harry's eyes flutter shut and he presses them harder against her soft one. Their lips move in sync and Harry feels the sadness and burn slowly going away but it doesn't fully disappears.

His hands desperately wander around her body, gripping and squeezing her waist to make sure she's there, mentally assuring himself that she's never gonna leave him but it's doing no good because in the corner of his mind, he's aware of what has happened and nothing is enough to erase it.

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