Honk! Honk! Clarysse "Rys" Hunt drove through the immense traffic jam with a very excited pop star in tow. She was Louis Tomlinson's good friend as well as the landlady of the house where Harry had stayed in. A bit of a rebel, she was, but she was also a kind soul-not to mention, a very good secret keeper. She was 3 years the senior of this cutie, as well as a girl who was well-trained in martial arts. She basically ruled the entire village, though only at the young age of 23. Everyone feared the intense red ponytail and ice blue eyes of this 6 foot warrior. Everyone thought of her as the murderer type, though Louis' friend was a weird exception. Perhaps it was because she had been in unusually good spirits that day, excited over the news that her good friend, an international pop star, was coming and would bring along one of his band members, who was sick. Really sick. She wore her hair down that day- it curled beautifully at her curvy waist- and she wore a dress of light pastel color, a fair change from her black wardrobe. She was usually taller than anyone by a lot of inches, but he was fairly tall as well. Plus, she hadn't been wearing her combat boots and once and for all, only a little sword was at her side. He had taken one look at her and said, "You look like a princess." Plus, he always called her "babe" every time he went downstairs to get some breakfast. He was such a sweet thing, this pop star. Louis said his name was Harry, but she didn't catch his last name. She drove on silently, though not peacefully. She knew where Louis' house was and that was her destination. "Welcome to Doncaster" a sign said, signifying that they were almost there. When a stoplight forced her to stop, she took that opportunity to glance behind her, at the beautiful pop star in the backseat. She was sad that he was leaving, the two months had been so enjoyable. She loved the fact that he was there to fill up the empty space in her life that life as an only child had left inside of her. It felt like she had known him forever, though in that case, forever would mean two months.

"I'm gonna miss you, Har." She said as she turned on the street where Louis' house was located and stopped the car. Never had it been so hard to say good bye to a complete stranger, but she felt this closeness to him. Truth be told, she didn't want him to leave. It was like the first time she said good-bye to Louis, however, this time, she wasn't so sure if she would see him again. He didn't look all that sick, but she had been victim to losing someone from that dementing sickness.

"Stay safe, princess." She noted that his eyes had a look of compassion in them as well as a look of reluctance. He too was reluctant to leave.

"You don't have to leave if you don't want to."

"Even if I don't want to leave, I have to leave. This is my job and my duty." With those words, Harry walked up to the door. "I'll see you whenever." He said, with one last glance.

Notes

This wasn't in the original story but I put it in so the story doesn't have to be so sad!