Harry finds himself on a stranded place, warily, he looks around to find out where he is but all he see is white light. He takes a few uncertain steps towards his right but stops when a small figure appears in a distance. Harry can't make out the face of the person whose standing far far away from him but he can feel the person's eyes on him.

"Hello." Harry says loudly, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears, like he hasn't used it for years. "Can you hear me?"

He asks the distant figure but is greeted with an eerie silence. Squinting his eyes, Harry tries to focus on the figure that is becoming more and more distant with every passing moment.

"No, wait." Harry shouts, running towards the retreating figure. "Don't leave me. Please don't go." But his pleas are ignored and he watches with slightly wide eyes as the dark figure is enveloped by the white light and he's all alone again.

He tries to remember how he ended up here in the middle of nowhere but nothing comes to his mind. He remembers leaving his house and he remembers going to the graveyard but that's about it. Whatever happened after that is a mystery to him.

Harry looks around again, trying to find a way out of the place where white light is the only thing visible as far as his eyes can see and then the realization strikes him and he feels a chill running through him.

Harry realizes that he's dead or maybe in the stage between life and death. He's not sure, all he knows is that this is the only thing that seems possible. This is the kind of place people find themselves in when they're dying in the movies.

A slight ache settles in his chest when he thinks of not seeing the people he loves so much. All those who would cry while his dead body will be lowered into a freshly dug grave. The thought of Laura crosses his mind and he finds himself pondering over whether she would be there amongst those crying people, mourning over his death.

He wonders if he would have to stay here in isolation forever or if there would be someone here to keep him company. He wonders if he'd find Stella and his baby if he'd look for them here.

"Harry." He hears a sweet voice call out his name and his head abruptly snap in the direction of the sound but no one is there.

"Harry, wake up."

The voice says and it causes Harry to frown in confusion and he looks around carefully in every direction to see if someone is there. The very familiar voice asks Harry to wake up again, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

Harry brings his hands up to shield his ears from the voice that now feels like a hammer pounding on his head but it only makes it worse and Harry falls onto his knees, clenching his eyes shut and wishing for the voice to go away.

"Go away. Go away, please." He gasps feeling light headed all of a sudden, he tries to stay awake but his body is like jelly, betraying him and he falls onto the ground with a thud, losing his consciousness.

Harry stirs when he feels something warm and gentle running across his cheeks, he tries to move away but there's a light weight on his chest, making it difficult for Harry to roll over.

A groan escapes his lips as he tries to move again but become motionless when a sweet, melodious giggles sounds in his ears.

Harry frowns at the voice that seems to belong to a little girl but decides to dismiss it, thinking that he just hearing things. But then there's the same, sweet giggle again and Harry's eyes slowly flutter open.

He blinks a couple of times before focusing his gaze on the little bundle of joy sitting on his chest, her tiny hands resting on Harry's cheeks as she stares down at him with beautiful green eyes that reminds Harry of his own. Her bubble pink lips spread in a wide smile.

He's mesmerized by her innocent face which is glowing like she's some little angel, her face perfectly sculpted by God himself, it's like he paid extra attention to this little one.

"Daddy up." The girl exclaims in a shrill voice, clapping her tiny hands and lightly bouncing on top of Harry, giggling all the while.

Harry's eyes become wide at hearing the word 'daddy' that escapes from the mouth of the little angel.

It takes Harry a few moments to gather all his senses, his eyes reluctantly moving away from the little girl whose now resting her head in the crook of his neck and playing with his long hair that resembles her own.

He's surprised to see himself lying in his own bed, in his very own house where once he lived happily with Stella.

His gaze travels towards the door and his eyes become as wide as saucers when he finds her standing there. As soon as they make eye contact, Harry forgets to breath and blink, eyes fixed on the only woman he has ever loved.

Her long hair adorning the beautiful face just like they did the very first time Harry had seen her in the bar on that fortunate night.

Tears start to form in his eyes as he stares at the woman he loves before looking down at the little girl lying on top him. He at conflict with himself, not sure of whom he wants to stare at first. He wants to stare at the little angel for eternity, until her face is imprinted on his mind but then he also wants the woman whose standing in the door way. His body is aching to have her close, to touch and kiss her and watch how her face glows with pleasure at Harry's affection.

Harry's mouth part in a silent question as he blinks away the tears, letting them fall freely onto his cheeks. It not like he can control them any longer. And on top of that, he doesn't fucking care about the pathetic fluid running out of his eyes when the woman he desires the most is right there in front of him.

"Daddy?" The little girl tries to grab Harry's attention and his arm comes up to wrap around her petite figure. Eyes questioningly looking up at Stella whose standing silently in the door way, a small smile playing on her lips.

A small nod from here confirms what Harry had been dying to ask. A small cry escapes his lips before he abruptly sits up, taking the little girl with him who giggles when Harry gently pulls her away from his chest and stares down at her.

His shaking hands come up to cup her tiny face, eyes running over every little inch of her glowing skin. Harry's heart swells with some unexplainable emotion, an emotion so strong that he finds it hard to focus on anything for a few minutes.

Tears stream down his cheeks and his bottom lip bitten in between his teeth so harshly that it causes the skin to split but he feels no pain.

"Why cry, daddy?" His little baby girl asks him, frowning as she brings her tiny hand to wipe away the stray tears from Harry's cheek.

A small sound escapes Harry's lips before he takes hold of his baby's hand and stares at it in amazement before bringing it to his lips and pressing one kiss after another.

The little girl squeals and pulls her hand away causing Harry to smile through his tears, staring at her face before pressing his trembling lips to her forehead, kissing it over and over again.

He pulls her tightly to his chest and feels all the emptiness he had felt not so long ago to slowly fill, with every breath the little girl takes, Harry feels his broken pieces mending.

The feeling of fingers running through his hair breaks Harry out of the trance and he looks up to find Stella standing next to the bed.

Moving an arm away from his daughter, he extends it towards the love of his life. He watches her closely as she brings her left hand up and places it in Harry's.

Harry's heartbeat increases when he finds her wearing the had bought to propose her. He notices how beautiful it looks on her finger, better than he had imagined it to look.

He wants to talk, wants to so much yet he can't find his voice. All the things have taken him aback and he needs time to recover from the amazing surprises. But then the thought of all this being just a dream crosses Harry's mind and his heart clench in displeasure and sadness.

"This is real, Harry." Stella says in his ear, pressing a kiss to his neck that leaves him trembling. "All this is real. Me, our daughter, this house."

"I-It is?" Harry asks in a small voice and is answered with a sweet peck to his lips.

The little girl on his lap squirm and push at Harry's chest lightly, trying to get away but as if on instinct, his arms tighten around her even more, not wanting to let go, afraid she'd leave him forever.

"I play with cloudy." The girl whines and Harry presses a kiss to the mop of tiny curls on her hair before reluctantly loosening his arm, not satisfied with the amount of time he got to hold her close.

He places one more kiss to her forehead, silently telling her to stay safe before watching her scramble of the bed with a little struggle. The little girl takes small uncertain steps towards the door and Harry feels his heart stop when she stumbles and falls onto her tiny butt.

He quickly tries to get up and rush to her aid but a hand on his chest stop him from doing so.

"Bella is alright, Harry." Stella tells him and he watches as she slowly gets up onto her feet again, humming to herself. "Nothing can harm her here, baby."

Harry snaps his head in her direction as she says those words, wanting to know what she means by that.

"Don't worry much, my love." She tells him quietly, flashing him a toothless grin and intertwining their hands together. The feeling of her skin makes Harry feel calmer than he ever has.

"I won't.. I won't let you leave me again." Harry says in a shaky voice, trying to sound determined yet deep inside he knows that his happiness will not last forever. He is aware that his life to go back to its miserable old self sooner than he'll realize.

Harry tugs her on top of him and stares at with such intensity that it's enough to melt the stone. His hands are all over her, running along her cheeks and neck. Lips caressing hers own in a sweet gentle kiss that's left him breathless and hungry for more.

"I love you. I love you so much." Harry repeats the words over and over again like it's a mantra on which his life depends.

"Love you so much more, Harry. Always and forever." She whispers and Harry lets out a breath, staring at her with love and longing as the tears pour out of his eyes.

Harry frowns when his vision goes white for a minute before slowly it returns and he sees her face with blurry sight. His fingers squeeze hers tightly when it happens again, this time for a little longer than before.

"What's.. what's happening?" He asks her anxiously and in return she smiles at him though he can see trails of tears on her smooth skin.

"It's time for you to go back, Harry. It's okay, baby." Though there's a smile adorning her lips, Harry can sense that she's sad. The quivering voice of her makes it obvious that's she's far from okay.

"No. No." Harry shouts desperately, letting out a loud scream when he's blinded once more. "I wanna stay with you. You and my daughter. Stella please."

Stella shakes her head, she wants to break down then and there and beg the God to let him stay here with her. But she's aware that there's someone who needs Harry more than she does.

"Love Laura like you love me, Harry. Give her more love than you ever gave me." It pains her to say those words, to tell his man to love someone else. To willingly let him go to another woman.

Harry's hold on her waist becomes stronger and he shakes his head at the words, how could he possibly love someone other than her?

"Please." He gasps when he's blinded by the light once more. "Only love you. Need you. Please." He puts emphasis on every word, his trembling body and teary eyes begging her to keep him here with her. With their little angel.

A sob escapes his mouth when he feels her soft lips pressing to his closed eyelid. He feels her own tears falling onto his skin and it breaks him into a billion pieces, to know that she's crying because they'd be parted from one another once more.

"She's my blood, Harry. Take care of her." She tells him in a whisper but Harry just clench his jaw, face red with agony.

"Don't let me go." He mumbles, desperately pulling her to his chest as he feels himself getting lost somewhere else once again.

"I love you, Harry." These are the final words he hears before everything becomes blur, a mush of different colours and Harry fights himself to get back to the place which he found better than heaven.

His eyes fly open and he breaths in loudly, coughing when he feels something constricting his lugs. With blurry vision he looks around, hoping desperately to be where he wanted to be the most but the grey walls and a constant beeping sound in the room crushes his hope.

"Oh my god, you're finally awake." A voice sounds in Harry's ears but he's too numb to see who it is. He just lays there, feeling tears running down his cheeks, wishing to go back to his daughter and Stella.

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