*Harley's Pov*

I decided to take a nighttime stroll in Aberdare park, all by myself. It was half eight, and kind of cold. The tall, thick trees hung depressingly and the nearby lake was tranquil and still. My frail arms were crossed and my legs were aching severely as I fought to travel any longer. I was trying to get some muscle in them.

It was a bad idea to stay out so late but my mind was full and staying inside would make it worse. I somehow preferred walking in the dark, everything seemed less uglier. It was nice to go somewhere without having to see things for what they were.

I felt anxious because I was anxious. My English Literature coursework was six hours long and I had to plan every night for at least three hours. I just wanted an A*, then I'd be happy.

What made it worse was that I had a text off Harry to distract me from my anxious thoughts. I needed this time to mentally relax myself.

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8:35PM
You're not home. Where are you?
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8:36PM
I'm walking in the park. What's wrong?
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8:37PM
It's late. I'm coming to get you.
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8:37PM
Please don't. I have problems and I'm trying to clear my head. I need time by myself.
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8:38PM
A problem shared is a problems halved. I'm coming to get you.
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8:38PM
You think you can control me. Ha. Ha. Ha. I'm walking in the park and I'm not leaving.
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8:39PM
I don't want to control you, I just don't want you by yourself in the dark. If I can't come and get you then I'll come and join you. Give me five minutes.
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8:41PM
What about your stomach? You're supposed to rest.
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8:41PM
You can carry me home if I start to feel any pain.
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Ugh. Harry was like a rash, unwanted and irritable. But when you scratched that rash, it was the best thing in the world. And you know you shouldn't scratch it, but you just can't help yourself. I was trying to prevent my rash from spreading.

It was almost nine when I saw his long legs jog towards me from the darkness of the surrounding trees. He had a black trench coat over his tall, slim figure and his eyes were soft, his lips parted. "Harley."

"Harry." I breathed.

He looked down at himself before gulping in... nervousness? "I, uh- I was wondering where you were."

"I distanced myself from everyone so I could think." I whispered, taking small steps forward as Harry did the same. I slowed down so Harry could take the lead, but he grasped my waist and pulled me in front.

"Stop." I snapped, freeing myself from his grasp.

"Lead the way, Harley. I don't know my way here." He ushered to me softly. I frightfully swallowed, taking a quick breath and ignoring the pounding in my chest.

"Okay." I murmured quietly, shyly taking a step forward.

"Wait," He ordered, and suddenly he knelt down behind me. He reached into his pockets, and got out a pair of... knee pads. I jumped at the tickling sensation running through my legs as he wrapped them around me. "Just in case you fall."

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