Meeting Harry
Chapter 9
Harry:
"Klara!" I yelled. She was sitting in a chair, not tied up.
"Harry! Shhh. He's only in the other room." She whisper yelled.
"What the hell is he doing?" Niall asked.
"I don't know." She said.
"Well, we have to go...now." I said.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of there, once we were in the empty room she spoke, "Harry. He will find me after awhile, and he may be dumb, but he's smarter than the police." She said, looking me straight in the eyes.
"I'm not leaving you here with him." I said.
"I know you idiot. I mean I'm going to have to....look different."
"Guys? We really don't have time for this." Louis said.
"Shut it Louis." I said, just then, Ray walked in, with a gun.
"Ah, I see you brought your curly haired gourgy, you want him to watch?" He said.
"She's leaving, I'm not here to watch you....rape her." I said.
"Then you can watch her bleed." He smiled and shot the gun in Klara's direction. I heard a scream of pain. I looked back and saw Klara on the ground holding her thigh, it was bleeding....fast. Jamie ran to her.
"Put pressure on it! Put pressure on it!" She yelled.
He pointed the gun to her, "Step away, or it'll be you next." She got up and slowly backed away. I saw Klara put pressure on the wound.
"Stop it, Ray, please." Klara said.
I saw Zayn out of the corner of my eye. He was calling 911. "Shut up, bitch, or that thigh will be the least of your worries." Ray said.
"You'd better stop talking like that."
"Or what?"
"Or else."
He grabbed Klara, she winced in pain, he held the gun to her head. "Or else what? You watch her brain flow out her ear?"
"Harry..." She whispered. Suddenly the police burst in, we all turned to look and just as we turned our backs we heard a gunshot. I turned around, Klara was pale and on the floor, I ran to Ray. I threw his gun away and punched him until he couldn't get off the ground, he was knocked out. Policeman pulled me back as I kept punching him. I saw paramedics put Klara into an ambulance as the men pulled me out of the building. I prayed she wasn't dead.
Klara:
2months later...
My voice whispering, men bursting through the door, a sound, and pain. It was the same dream, over and over. But I always heard, through it all, Harry's voice, calling to me, from somewhere far off, almost like a whisper, but it was a yell at the same time.
Suddenly a sound invaded my dream, a beeping noise. That was when I woke up, the light burned my eyes. I looked around. I was in a room, maybe a hospital room, then I saw him. Harry. He was asleep and slumped over in a chair. I had to smile at that. "Harry." I said. He jumped at the noise. He looked at me.
"Klara!" He seemed relieved. He hugged me.
"Where am I?"
"You're in a hospital room, you were in a coma for two months." I looked on the table, dead flowers, and lots of them. He got up. "I'm going to get the nurse."
"Harry, I'm fine."
He smiled and walked out the door.
A week later:
"Finally, they're letting me out of the hospital." I said.
"Yeah, you recovered quicker than they thought." Harry said.
The doctors told me again and again but I never believed them, then they made Harry tell me.
Past tense:
"You were shot, in the thigh and then the head. They were able to get the bullet out in surgery, but you still wouldn't wake up. Most of your family didn't want you to suffer...your dad and I were the only ones in the way of the plug. You were out for two months."
"Two months? Oh my god."
"The doctor says the bullet that was in your head hit something so you won't have very good coordination anymore, you'll be more clumsy or something. Your thigh should recover, but you'll have a limp for awhile."
"What about Ray?"
"He's in jail, for now, they didn't tell me how long."
"It's better than nothing I suppose."
"You're lucky you weren't paralyzed, Klara." The nurse said, "And to have woken up, you know, Harry here, he stayed here day and night, eating hospital food, he just wouldn't leave."
I had looked at Harry, he was blushing...
"Klara!" I yelled. She was sitting in a chair, not tied up.
"Harry! Shhh. He's only in the other room." She whisper yelled.
"What the hell is he doing?" Niall asked.
"I don't know." She said.
"Well, we have to go...now." I said.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of there, once we were in the empty room she spoke, "Harry. He will find me after awhile, and he may be dumb, but he's smarter than the police." She said, looking me straight in the eyes.
"I'm not leaving you here with him." I said.
"I know you idiot. I mean I'm going to have to....look different."
"Guys? We really don't have time for this." Louis said.
"Shut it Louis." I said, just then, Ray walked in, with a gun.
"Ah, I see you brought your curly haired gourgy, you want him to watch?" He said.
"She's leaving, I'm not here to watch you....rape her." I said.
"Then you can watch her bleed." He smiled and shot the gun in Klara's direction. I heard a scream of pain. I looked back and saw Klara on the ground holding her thigh, it was bleeding....fast. Jamie ran to her.
"Put pressure on it! Put pressure on it!" She yelled.
He pointed the gun to her, "Step away, or it'll be you next." She got up and slowly backed away. I saw Klara put pressure on the wound.
"Stop it, Ray, please." Klara said.
I saw Zayn out of the corner of my eye. He was calling 911. "Shut up, bitch, or that thigh will be the least of your worries." Ray said.
"You'd better stop talking like that."
"Or what?"
"Or else."
He grabbed Klara, she winced in pain, he held the gun to her head. "Or else what? You watch her brain flow out her ear?"
"Harry..." She whispered. Suddenly the police burst in, we all turned to look and just as we turned our backs we heard a gunshot. I turned around, Klara was pale and on the floor, I ran to Ray. I threw his gun away and punched him until he couldn't get off the ground, he was knocked out. Policeman pulled me back as I kept punching him. I saw paramedics put Klara into an ambulance as the men pulled me out of the building. I prayed she wasn't dead.
Klara:
2months later...
My voice whispering, men bursting through the door, a sound, and pain. It was the same dream, over and over. But I always heard, through it all, Harry's voice, calling to me, from somewhere far off, almost like a whisper, but it was a yell at the same time.
Suddenly a sound invaded my dream, a beeping noise. That was when I woke up, the light burned my eyes. I looked around. I was in a room, maybe a hospital room, then I saw him. Harry. He was asleep and slumped over in a chair. I had to smile at that. "Harry." I said. He jumped at the noise. He looked at me.
"Klara!" He seemed relieved. He hugged me.
"Where am I?"
"You're in a hospital room, you were in a coma for two months." I looked on the table, dead flowers, and lots of them. He got up. "I'm going to get the nurse."
"Harry, I'm fine."
He smiled and walked out the door.
A week later:
"Finally, they're letting me out of the hospital." I said.
"Yeah, you recovered quicker than they thought." Harry said.
The doctors told me again and again but I never believed them, then they made Harry tell me.
Past tense:
"You were shot, in the thigh and then the head. They were able to get the bullet out in surgery, but you still wouldn't wake up. Most of your family didn't want you to suffer...your dad and I were the only ones in the way of the plug. You were out for two months."
"Two months? Oh my god."
"The doctor says the bullet that was in your head hit something so you won't have very good coordination anymore, you'll be more clumsy or something. Your thigh should recover, but you'll have a limp for awhile."
"What about Ray?"
"He's in jail, for now, they didn't tell me how long."
"It's better than nothing I suppose."
"You're lucky you weren't paralyzed, Klara." The nurse said, "And to have woken up, you know, Harry here, he stayed here day and night, eating hospital food, he just wouldn't leave."
I had looked at Harry, he was blushing...
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7/20/13