Harry’s P.O.V
I ran inside my flat; throwing my jacket on the floor, I paced back and forth in the living room thinking about what just happened.
I sat on the couch, trying to get some balance into me. But I couldn’t stop thinking and replaying over and over what happened. Why did I do that? I’m so stupid!

I got back up from the seat, for some reason I had so much energy that was built up from my anger. I paced back and forth down the hallway….The way she looked at me! She thought I was a monster.

Without thinking I socked my fist into the wall, I shook out my hand from the conniving pain that was writhing through my hand “Aww shit!”
I slid down in to a sitting position on the floor drawing up my knees a little bit and placing my elbows on top of my them.

I laid my head back against the wall, closing my eyes
I replayed back the way she looked at me. No I didn’t want to kill her. No I didn’t want to leave….I wanted so badly to tell her the whole deal and problem and how I really felt about her.

I slowly drew up from the ground just as Bobby walked in door.
He dropped whatever he had in his hand and rushed over to me “Aye mate what’s wrong tell me”

I badly wanted to…..but I couldn’t speak; I felt disgusted with myself.
He dragged me over to the kitchen. I slowly dragged myself up into the high chair and stared off into the granite counter.
I felt faint and distant. I could hear Bobby talking to me but I was isolating out his voice.
I looked up from the granite to him; suddenly his voice drew back to my ears “Huh what did you say?”

He leaned on his forearm against the counter “First of all mates you look like you just saw a ghost”
I searched for an explanation through his eyes “I…I” I swallowed hard. I looked down to fumble with my thumbs “I almost..”

He came around the table, slapping my back “C’mon spit it out Hazza”
I sat there deciding between decisions….deciding to lie to save her…or tell the truth and kill her.

I played along “I….I killed her”
He shook me “Well finally mate…now we can go back to heaven” he got up from the table heading back towards his bedroom “I was getting tired off this boring earth anyways” his voice echoed through the hall.

I got up from the seat heading towards the door.
I need to talk to Catalina…I need her….I’ll do whatever to get her back.
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Catalina’s P.O.V
I ran upstairs; veering every corner. I finally made it to my bedroom; slamming the door I jumped on my bed, wrapping myself in my blanket and cry.
My tears fell slowly one by one down my cheek staining my pillow. I looked more up to stare at the window….I noticed the different dark spots on the moon and how it light up the night sky.

I drew the covers up higher to sink my body deeper and deeper into the bed.
I took a big breath before coming back up above the covers. I heard the doorbell ringed. But I dared not climb out of the bed in the state that I’m in just to open the door…..for it to be some stranger.

--Open the door angel please – I jumped right up, sitting in the bed criss crossed. I tried to shove his voice far in the back of my mind. But it was so hard since I’ve missed his husky, low, smooth, British voice.

I ignored it.

Then I heard a shuffle of footsteps down stairs heading for the door.
My ears were more attentive as tried to hear the conversation downstairs.
“Hello Mrs. Mendez….is Catalina home?”

I heard my mom respond but it was pretty low. Then I heard her close the door.
I slide back deep down into my bed thanking god mom didn’t invite him in.
I laid my head back on my pillow getting ready for another round of tears.
Till my heart jumped out my chest. My breathing got heavier and my body started to shake with fear.

I saw Harry waiting by my door in a sitting position.
My body responding before thinking, I jumped out of bed panicking in the middle of my room. I headed over towards my bathroom to get far away from Harry as I could.

He slowly opened my window and climbed in. I backed more away until I backed up into the wall; feeling trapped I hurried and ran towards the bathroom. With Harry running behind me to catch up; I beat him to there first, running in slamming the door in his face.
I could hear his breath heavy and sketchy.

“What do you want? Please just leave”

He took a while to respond “No I’m not going to leave…..I don’t want to leave you don’t you understand love?”
I closed my eyes as I slid down into a sitting position against the door. “It’s pretty funny that I almost gave my virginity to you” I was sobbing now.
I could feel the pressure against the door as he slid down into a sitting position too.
“Open the door please…I had to do it…I had to”
“Explain”

I could hear him take a deep breath before comtinuing “I was sent down here…..to um….”
“Kill me?” I finished his sentence “Yeah….and at first I wanted to….so I could get it over with but….But then I actually got know you”

He stopped and I could tell he was contemplating “I actually got to know the real you love. No…..no I didn’t want to kill you, it was my father that wanted to kill you”
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Harry’s P.O.V
How was I supposed to explain this to her?
I could hear the fear in her throat when she spoke. “So…..So why were you about to kill me there….um then….when we were”

I sighed at the thought of our night “You were defenseless, un-aware not even a hint of what was going to happen…and I just thought….”

We both sat there on the floor, wanting each other but afraid to even get close because we might hurt each other more than we already have.

Notes

What now? should he go back to heaven? should he stay down here to protect Catalina? mmmm wat do you guys think?


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