RONNIE'S P.O.V.

"NO! YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING! HE'S GONNA DIE IN THERE!", I screamed, struggling to get out of the sorceress's grasp.

"No, Ron. You heard him, call the cops and the para-"

"I don't care what he said! He's gonna get hurt!", I yelled, her getting on my nerves. How could she be so calm about this?

"Ronnie, why do you care so much? One moment you wanted to punch the living daylights out of him, but now you're practically crying your eyeballs out because you're scared for him.", she summarized.

I stayed silent after that. I know why I cared so much.

I fell for the bastard.

"Sorceress, please-",

"You know what? Call me Deltha. It's my real name.", she cut me off with a smile on her face.

I couldn't help but smile back. "Deltha, please. I may hate Harry's guts and yours even for lying to me, but... ", I trailed off. Am I ready to say it out loud?

"But what?", she asked, though the smirk on her face told me she already knew.

"I, I think I fell for him, Deltha. Despite everything that happened, I have this weird feeling in my heart whenever he's near me.", I closed my eyes as I admitted.

Silence filled the air. So I looked up, and saw a wide-eyed Deltha with a stupid smile on her face.

"What?", I asked.

"You did it, Ronnie! You broke the curse!", she squealed, and that made me smile as well.

"I did, didn't I?", I answered joyfully, but then remembered Harry.

"Come on, Deltha! We gotta hurry!", I said, grabbing her by the arm and rushing off to the nearest phone booth.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

"You had enough, lad?", he said, watching me as I struggled to get up from the floor.

Blood trickled my mouth, and I could feel a bruise forming on my left cheek. Man, I underestimated this one.

"Never!", I said, as I quickly threw a punch at him, but sadly, it missed him by mere centimeters.

I landed with a thud again on the ground. He swiftly came on top of me and hit me in the stomach, making me cough out little puddles of blood.

Oh, Ronnie, the things I do for you.

As her name crossed my mind, a frown appeared on my face. I couldn't bare see her earlier when she was just in her undergarments, bruised and wounded.

I mean, I would love to see her only in her panties but, you know, without cuts.

Quit it, Styles!

But seriously speaking, the fact that I wasn't there to protect her when I should have been, the fact that I was too much of a wuss to chase after her, the fact that I only got to see her so shortly, that's what hurt. It hurt so damn much.

"Aw, pretty boy gonna cry? Does he miss his girlfriend?", he teased as he squatted next to me, turning me over.

"Shut the hell up!", I said, hitting him, this time straight in the jaw. He got surprised as he stumbled backwards.

Don't mess with me, prick.

Suddenly, I felt like I could take this guy down. It's as if thinking of Ronnie made me stronger, which sounds awfully clichè, so forget I said that.

I stood up and grabbed him by the shirt, saying, "You're gonna regret doing that to my girl."

I threw more kicks and punches at him, and he couldn't do anything but curl up into a ball. Wuss.

Suddenly, sirens were heard and that made me realize: Ronnie did it.

"Looks like someone's gonna be taken awat for being such a bad boy.", I baby-talked him like he did with me earlier. He just stayed down and threw his hands in the air.

"Okay, okay. I'll go with them!", he said, though something in his tone didn't feel right.

"We got the whole area surrounded, sir. Get out of the warehouse and put your hands behind your head.", the police officer instructed outside.

"Ma'am, no-", the officer got cut off by someone rushing inside.

"HARRY! HARRY!", her voice echoed through the room and my head immediately jerked to look at her.

"Ronnie? What are you doing here-"

Before I could finish, a pair of lips were pressed onto mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she entangled her fingers in my hair. I gripped onto her tight, afraid she would vanish once again.

We were cut off by a clicking of a gun. "Aww, what a romantic scene. Too bad this ain't some rom-com, eh?", he said.

"Stay back.", I whispered to Ronnie, who hesitantly complied.

"Sir, get out of the building, or else.", the police officer taunted.

"Or else what? Go on, shoot me. At least if you do, these two will come with me in hell.", he yelled, unaffected by the threat.

By now, my heart was beating faster than ever. Oh, Ronnie, why did you have to come in here?

"You know what, I think I know you. You're the guy who beat the hell out of me a few weeks have passed by, after my partner and I tried taking your bird here.", he said, his finger dangerously placed just above the trigger as he casually walked around.

"Just let her go. She hasn't done anything-"

"Oh, like I give a crap. She's pretty much involved in this mess as you.", he shouted, pointing the gun at us, but then brought it back down.

"Please. Just kill me, but don't drag her into this.", I negotiated, but Ronnie didn't like it one bit.

"Harry! Shut up!", she said, pinching me on the arm.

"How about I make you a deal, hm? I.kill both of you, burn this place down so we all meet in hell?!", he said, pointing the gun at us.

I did the first thing I could: I pushed Ronnie out of the way.

Then I heard this. BANG!

My eyes widened as I looked to see if the bullet hit her, but the shocked look she gave me as she stared at my stomach said it all.

I was the one who got hit.

I placed my hand over the big wound and felt lots of liquid pouring out. I then felt whoozy and after that, I was falling.

My body crashed to the cold cemented floor and the next thing I heard were policemen coming in and shots being fired.

A/N: Oh my gosh, Harry! Harry's been shot, you guys! Sorry to all the Harry girls out there, but that had to happen in the story. This story is approching an end. Last chapter is coming up next. Thanks to all who stood by and waited until I next updated. Love lots!