Olivia's P.O.V.

I feel as if I am a fish out of water.

Gasping for air, my vision blotted wit black.

I need my anxiety medication but I do not wan't Louis to seem my panic attack and I do not think I am capable of doing that anyways.

Lou continues to bang on the door. He mentions Harry's name but I do not answer.

I am so lost with myself at this moment.

I do not know what to do.

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Time passes.

A long time.

Hours. Hours pass and Harry doesn't not come and Louis does not stop trying to plea with my through the door.

I feel so empty and distant, worse than I did a few weeks ago when I went through that little dark stage.

The worst part was that I would never get to say goodbye again.

My heart is heavy and I just wish Harry would arrive so I could calm down.

But he does not return to calm me down.

Why isn't he back?

Where is he that is so important?

I feel anger towards him through my numb pain.

I will not be able to calm down until he returns.

I squeeze me eyes shut tightly and force the last few tears from my eyes.

Hours pass.

Hours, minutes, seconds.

Time.

Too much time.

Terrible toughts of him giving up on me flash through my mind but I keep them at bay.

He has to come back. He will be. He promised he would always come back for me. He swore to me.

He would not give up an me like everyone else.

I try to stay clam but my panic attack just grows worse as the time passes. It's bad, bad as in it feels as if the walls are closing in around me and I am just suffocating in the bathroom.

it is dreadful.

Where is he? Where is my Harry?

Harry's P.O.V.

It's taken care of.

Body left dead in the house.

All bullet remains, finger prints, and smudges gone.

We were careful.

Very careful.

Our extreme attention to detail left us erasing forensic evidence for hours.

It wen't fine... only one difficulty along the road. Other than that.. fine.

As we get back in my car and drive off slowly. I feel... numb.

I feel like after partaking in something so gruesome I should feel more sad, confused, guilty.. even angry.

But.. fuck... I really don't.

How fucked is that?

We change the tires on my car, for extra safety, and ditch the old ones at the dumb after shredding them, then we put on a new set, one of many stored away in the never ending garage.

After reporting to my just as demented I take a shower in a spare bathroom, needing some time to calm down before I face Olivia.

I enter the fancy bathroom and shed my black clothes, tossing them in the garbage, I'm about to jump under the hot spray until I hear the small beeping of my phone in my jeans pocket.

Groaning, and heading to my jeans I fish the little fucker out and unlock it.

The fuck..?

Eighteen missed calls and twenty unread messages. Looking farther in to my phone I find them all from Louis.... Why would ....Olivia.

"Fuck..." I don't bother reading them, instead, pull on my clothes. I have been gone all night, and the sun will be rising soon.

I have no idea what the big deal is. I've stayed out this late on business before? I'm anxious as fuck and even pussy whipped enough to be a little afraid....

Please go let her not be hurt...

I shove my door open, finding the room vacant until I spot Louis sitting on the floor in front of the door leading to my bathroom.

Fuck...

"What the fukc is going on?" I yell hurrying to the door, he scrambles up as I knock on the wood. "Olivia? Open up!" When I don't hear anything else I direct my rage on my friend. "Did you fucking touch her! I swear to god if you -"

"Shut the fuck up! We both know I wouldn't do that! Harry, she say the fucking news. She freaked out when she saw the plans for her... memorial."

FUCK.

I slam my fist in to the wall. God damn it! I told her not to fucking watch it ! I fucking told her! I cuss and continue to knock on the door, calling for her. I know her well enough to know she had a panic attack and then hid in the bathroom so Louis wouldn't see it.

I hurry to my bed, fish the key from under the mattress before hurrying to the door.

Jamming the small silver scrap in tot he bronze handle, I swing the door open, after telling Louis to leave. He obeys and my eyes focus on the small room now opened to me.

Instantly my gaze falls on her..

I swear the heart I don't have fucking breaks in to pieces when I see her.

She's curled up in a tiny ball on the rug on the floor. Her body slightly shaking, her hair sprawled out around her like a halo. Her eyes screwed shut, her hands in tight fists.

Olivia's P.O.V.

"Olivia, wake up, Dove." I open my eyes and wake up. I was not aware that I was really sleeping. I flinch away from the strangers voice and scramble away until strong hands take a hold of my upper arms.

"Ge - et Away!" I sob, clawing at his hands. I could not be around people when I was like this.

"Olivia, it's me. Look at me!" The raspy demands. I hesitantly look up and meet the green eyes of Harry.

He is back.

He came for me. To me.

He had not given up on me when everyone else had.

He had not given up like everyone else. He is here.

"H - harry!" I sob, my eyes flooding again. I leap in to his arms, constricting my grip around him deathly tight so he could not leave me here.

I am crying and dry sobbing at the same time as I bury my face in to his throat. His arms snake around my waist, puling our chests together as he buries his head in my hair.

"Th - they... They're giving u-up on me..." I whimper, grabbing a handfuls of his shirt in my hands.

He doesn't say anything at all. And I am sure it is because he does not know what to say. But none the less, he wraps my legs around my waist and stands up, carrying my weight with great ease as he carries me to the colossal bed as I try to regain my composure.

Sitting indian style he pulls me around him again, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down my back as he gently rocks us from side to side.

"Shh. It's OK. Just breathe." He hums, holding my almost painfully tight to his firm chest.

"Harry! Th-they're never going to find me! He p-promised he would! Why hasn't he? I -I.. I don't understand." I whimper, my anxiety and hysteria slowly seeping away from my troubled mind with each second.

"I know he did. I promise he's trying. They're still trying... It's just the police. Please don't lose hope. Please don't be scared. It'll be OK." He whispers in to my ear. I screw my eyes shut and force the final tears away from my misty eyes. I sniffle and he pulls away to look at me.

I immediately jut my head to the side so he can not see my crying but he quickly cups my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.

"Hey.. Hey.. Don't hide from me, Dove. It's alright." I sniffle and he wipes the tears away with his thumbs, pressing his forehead to my own. "You're beautiful when you cry, don't be ashamed." His words melt my insides but I still can't get my head out of the thought of my memorial.

"Harry... I feel so hopeless." I breathe, closing my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry you feel like this. It's real late, especially for you, let's go to bed, we can talk tomorrow." I sniffle again and open my eyes to meet his own once more.

I nod once and he nudges my head to the side so he can lean in and leave a kiss on my cheek before taking my hands and pulling me to his pillows. Once at the top, he lets go for a moment to wrestle his belt and pull his pants off, followed by his shirt.

I swallow the strange feelings bubbling inside of me at the sight of his warm body. I tear my eyes away as he scoots closer.

"You turn." His voice is gentle and not at all mischievous, just soft and gentle and caring.

My eyes widen and I shake my head. He sighs and takes my hands, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

"It's OK." I frown and shake my head once more. He sighs but obliges, turning so he can't see me, I quickly peel off my jeans and top before I realize I'm only in my panties and bra.

On cue, he takes his shirt and holds it out, still not looking. I slip the warm T shirt over my head, his minty smell engulfing me. As I pull my hair out of the back he turns around. His eyes glues to mine he quickly scoots to me, wraps his arms around me and pulls our mouths together in a soft and gentle kiss. This one has meaning and it makes me head whirl more than the usual kisses.

Once he pulls away and turns off the light, Harry pulls the comforter back and pulls me to his chest before draping it over our snuggled bodies.


Once in the dark my breath slows at he traces patterns on my upper, outter thigh. I blush at the thought of laying bed with him without any pants, but as of now I am too exhuasted to care.

Before sleep takes me, he cps my knee and drapes my leg over his hip, pulling us even closer as I bury my head in to his neck.

"Goodnight, Dove. Go to sleep."

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