Clary´s POV:

A note was the only one, which welcomed me as I got back home.

Connor´s visitng his parents in Manchester (clearly an important dinner for his father´s next preelection!). Simon and me decided we really have to study for our A-levels since we´re writing the first on Monday. Rosy´s having a sleepover at Harry´s! We´re all sorry for leaving you, but you could come over, if you like too. Just call me and let me know. Love you, Tay xx

My mood was horrible after this morning and I decided that I didn´t wanted them to take down with me, so I called Taylor and told here I would be fine with ice cream and the TV. Actually that was all I did, laying on the couch and nibbling ice cream, while watching the X-Factor.

Somehow I managed to stop my brain from thinking about all those confusing things and questions and I fell asleep on the sofa.

Probably it was the text from Zayn or my stomache, which made me wake up at 11pm.

Zayn: U know U can always call me. Just wanted to let U know again. Zayn

I wanted to reply and tell him how nice this gesture was, but I were really in pain and I guessed it was the ice cream mixed with tachos I had for dinner.

Slowly I crept over to the kitchen and looked for painkillers, but I couldn´t find anything else than cough syrup for Rosy. My search continued through the bath room, but again. None.

Luckily I knew where the emergency pharmacy was and it was straight around the corner, so I decided I would quickly walk over there and pick up some.

Only grabbing ten pounds and the keys I stepped into my shoes and headed out of the door.

God, it was already really dark, I thought and hurried to get to the pharmacy really quickly.

Harrys` POV:

“Damn it! Where did your Mum your food for tomorrow, boo?” I knew I wouldn´t get an answer, not just only because all Rosy could say were bubbling louds, but as well because she were already asleep on my bed.

She looked adorable with the big pacifier in her small mouth and her hair, which stood messy into every direction of the sky. I sighed deeply, but I knew she needed her food tomorrow morning, so I picked her up and headed put the house to my car.

The ride was torture since the dark night let a lot of room for thoughts about the kiss this morning. I enjoyed every single second of it and I knew I couldn´t lie about that fact, but I felt guilty. Guilty as hell.

What should I do the next time I would see Aimee? Lie to her? That hadn´t worked out the last time as well. But tell her seemed to be such a frightening alternative.

I wasn´t sure, if I wanted her to know. Probably it would mean she´ll break up with me and I was free again. But Clary was about to leave in about a week again, which meant she would be over the ocean again and there was absolutely no chance for us.

The situation was tricky and I thought my head would burst any second. As I stepped up the familiar stairs to the apartment I had a weird feeling.

Like a knot in my stomach or probably it was just Rosy, hanging in my arms like a wet sack of flour. Her little head rested on my shoulder and she slept like nothing happened around her.

The keys for the flat where in my back pockets of my jeans and I tried to balance Rosy as good as I could to be able to grab them. The key made a crunching sound in the lock and I opened the door quietly.

For my surprise the whole flat was lightened and it looked like somebody was home. Before I was able to ask for that person, I spotted her.

Sitting on the floor, her face covered with her hands.













Oh God.

Hands, which looked scratched and her knuckles were chafed. Traces of blood trickled down between her fingers and her jeans was destroyed at her knees.

Clary. What the hell happened to her?

Notes

Short chapter, I know, but I just have thons of other stuff to do right now. Sorry. :(

What do you think happened to Clary?