"Harry." I murmur again, watching him in horror as his head falls backwards and his body loses its composure, becoming completely lifeless.

I place my shaking hands on top his own which were resting on my thighs, letting them fall on his side. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I stand up from his lap and take his face in my hands, lightly shaking him and hoping for him to respond.

"No, no, no." I whisper in fear as I now violently shook his shoulders to wake him up but he showed no signs of being conscious. 

A cry leaves my lips as I watch Harry, not sure of what to do next. My quivering hand travels to his neck to see if there is a pulse and I get a little hope when I feel that it is still there. Harry is alive. 

Next thing I know, I am sprinting out of the library and down the stairs in search of Harry's cell phone, to call an ambulance for help. The thing that worries me as I desperately ran through the house in search of the phone was that I didn't know where Harry's house is. I know nothing about the surrounding area.

I gasp loudly in pain when I twist my ankle, falling on the floor, but eyes clamp shut and I clench my jaw at the pain that shoots through my food but stand up nonetheless. The pain was excruciating but it is nothing as compared to the desperation I feel to save Harry. I drag myself into the living room, searching the table and couches for the phone but find nothing.

With tears falling from my eyes, I next walk over to the kitchen, searching for the phone and almost sighing in relief when I find it resting near the sink.

With shaking hands, I slide the phone open and just when I'm about the dial the number, an arm wraps around my waist causing the phone to drop from my hand and a loud scream to escape my mouth.

I hear the person holding me to his body chuckle and I immediately frowned. I know this chuckle, it's so damn familiar to my ears. Slowly I look down at the hand that is wrapped around my middle and my eyes become wide in surprise.

Harry! It is Harry's.

I abruptly turn around to see if I'm hallucinating, coming face to face with Harry. A playful smile tugging on his lips as he watches me carefully. 

I stay still, not blinking my eyes, not breathing or moving an inch as I stare at him. Just a minute ago he was sitting lifeless on the couch in the library and now, here he is in front of me with his signature smile. How?

"Fooled ya, didn't I babe?" He says, biting his bottom lip as if trying to suppress his laughter as he continues looking at my shocked and tears stained face.

I takes me some time to register his words and realising what he has just said, but when it does, I feel the anger to rise within. With as much force I am able to gather, I push on Harry's shoulder, causing his arm to fall from my waist as he stumbles backwards.

"How fucking dare you?" I shout at him angrily as I slowly sit down on the floor, holding him in his place with a glare.

Harry frowns at my actions, taking a step towards me but I stop him before he can get any nearer. 

"Don't come close, just stay away." I growl at him, touching my ankle with my fingers and wincing when I feel a sharp pain at the contact. Fucking great.

Harry pays no attention to my words though and I get the urge to slap him hard across his face when he kneels down in front of me and brings his hand forward to see the damage that has been caused to my foot.

"I told you to not fucking come near me." I snap at him, causing Harry to retreat back his hand. 

An eerie silence engulfs the two us as I sit there looking down at my foot while Harry stares at me.

I don't look up at him even once, knowing fully well that seeing his face will cause my anger to change into tears. For a moment I had thought that he's dead and to be very honest, I have never felt the emotion I felt when I had seen him sitting there lifeless.

"I was just tryin' to lighten up the mood, thought it'll be fun." Harry finally say and I close my eyes momentarily at his words. Fun my ass, I felt like I had been stabbed in my chest.

"I'm so sorry, baby." His voice is laced with remorse and it causes me to finally spare him a glance and I find him sitting there with his lips set in a thin line and a crease on his forehead.

I don't what overcomes me but at the very next moment, I launch myself at him, causing Harry to lose his balance and falling backwards until he's lying on the floor in an awkward position with me on top of him.

A loud 'humph' escapes his mouth before he finally recovers and wraps his arms around my frame. I feel the tears pooling in my eyes as I hear his steady heart beat.

"I thought you were going to die." I say, trying to sound normal but failing miserably since my voice cracks at the end.

"I'm sorry." Harry repeats his words form earlier, raising his head from the floor and pressing a feathery kiss on my forehead.

"I fucking hate you." I say into his chest and instantly in feel Harry's arms tightening around me.

"Guess you're stuck with me here though, huh?" Harry say with a chuckle but I know that he isn't joking, he has actually started believing that I don't want anything from him.  

"Guess I am." I say quietly and sniff before adding, " I'm glad though."

I don't know wether I meant the last two words or not. My mind believed that I said them because I felt bad for Harry and just wanted the poor boy to get better. On the other side, my heart believed that I said it because I know that this situation could've been much worse. What if it wasn't Harry who had kidnapped me that night, what if it was someone more ruthless, someone more crazy?

"Let's get you to bed and see what's wrong with that little foot of yours, yeah?" Harry asks, unwrapping his arms from around me as I sit up and crawl back onto the floor.

Once Harry's sitting up, he scoops me into his arms even though I protest, then he stands up without showing any sort of discomfort, like I weigh nothing. He looks down and smirks at me as if reading my mind before his soft lips press against my nose and then to my lips. The kiss doesn't last though, it's just a sweet peck and with that Harry makes his way towards the bed room.

"Harry?" I say once I'm gently laid down on the bed and Harry has taken his place at the corner of the bed with his eyes fixed on my injured foot.

When I call out his name, he just hums in response, his eyes flicker towards my face for a second before he looks back down again, letting me know that he's listening.

"How were you able to hold your breath for so long and act like that?" I ask him curiously, wanting to know where he had learned such good acting, he's better than me even.

I watch as a small smile finds it's way on his lips at my question. 

"When I was in high school, I was chosen for the lead role in school drama, dying was the part of that role." He explains, slightly turning my foot to a side which causes me to wince in pain.

"Oh." I say, wincing again when Harry turns it to the other side. "Will you fucking stop that?" I snap at him unintentionally and Harry looks up at my face in surprise, surely not expecting me to act like this when all he is trying to do is help me.

"You know what, just leave my foot alone. I'm sure it'll get better within a few days, I need no help." I tell him, this is what he does every time I try to persuade him to get a check up, right? Then maybe the taste of his own medicine will convince him to visit a doctor.

Harry gives me a confused look as I try to move my leg away from him but holds it firmly, making sure not to cause me any more pain.

"You can't be serious right now. It's the same foot that you got twisted at Liam's house and this might be something serious." He tells me sternly, trying to knock some sense in to me but I don't take his words seriously, I've got a mission and I don't think I'll back away from it anytime soon.

"Well, I don't need help Harry. Thank you anyway." I say almost dismissively, earning a groan from Harry as he screws his eyes shut for a second as if trying to stay calm.

"Stop being difficult. I'm doing this for your own good." Harry's tone is clipped and I know that he'll probably lose control if I won't stop being so stubborn.

"I don't want you to look after it." I tell him, trying to sound as confident as I can and try to move my leg away again.

"Why are you doing this?" This is Harry's next question as he lets go of my foot and stands up from the bed, frustration clear in his voice.

I stay quite for few seconds, just watching his frustrated state before a chuckle escapes my mouth and I shake my head at him.

"Frustrated and angry, are you?" I question him, crossing my arms across my chest and raising my eyebrows at him. Harry narrows his eyes at my question but stays silent.

"This is how I feel, you know?" This time my tone is soft, so are my facial expressions because this is the only way I can show that I'm concerned about his health. "Every time I request you to see a doctor, you just brush it off like it's nothing. For God's sake, coughing blood isn't something you can take lightly, Harry!" I feel my voice becoming louder and louder with every word, my eyebrows pulled together as I watch Harry, standing there with a poker face, probably not taking my words seriously.

"Well, aren't you gonna say something?" I urge him to speak up, wanting to throw the lamp at him for being so unresponsive after my lecture.

Finally after a minute or so, a huff escapes his lips, his shoulders slump and eyes look away from me towards the ground as he shakes his head. 

"Harry?" I say queitly and slowly he looks back up at me and walks towards me, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. 

Slowly, I bring my hand up and place it on his shoulder and rubbing it in a  soothing manner, waiting for him to say something.

"I'm scared."