Harry's P.O.V
I'm stunned by the conversation we just had. I just stare at her for a while. After a long time I speak up. "You better get some sleep." I lean forward and kiss her forehead. I turn the lamp off, and climb into the chair beside her.
I'm not sure if she's awake or not, but I just stare into the darkness. It's all quiet.
"Harry," Prim speaks in the dark. "It's not your fault."
I'm not sure how to respond.
"It's really not anyone's fault but mine, Harry.."
"Go to bed Prim.."
"I'm scared to."
"Why?"
"I'm scared of sleeping because I might not wake up.."
"No Primrose. Don't say that.."
She responds with a quiet sob. I just want to wrap her into my arms and hold her. I wish I could. But she'll push me away.
Finally, I hear her sobbing stop, and a breathing slow down. She's asleep. I pray to God she wakes up.
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Torn (Harry Styles)
Fanfiction"and if my suicide fails, I'll see you tomorrow." trigger warning. please don't read if you are sensitive to self harm/suicide. please stay positive.
