"Coffee, then. Please." Luke says, following behind me.
"So, you gonna tell me why you're here?" I ask, beginning to brew the coffee.
"Wanted to come see you. Is that such a crime?"
"You saw me last night." I comment.
"Yeah, with Zahara. Every time I've seen you lately it's been with Zahara- and I have no issue with that, I love her to pieces, you know I do, but I'd just like some quality boys time, you know?" he says. I turn to look at him.
"At 8am on a Monday morning?" I smirk.
"Yes, exactly that."
"She asked you to come over, didn't she?" I chuckle, shaking my head.
"Only because we're worried about you, man." Luke admits. My eyes widen.
"Why? Even the doctors said I've healed beautifully-"
"It's not that, man. You know it's not that," he says.
I continued to make the coffee, ignoring what he had previously said. Because I was right, they were wrong; I was fine, in every way.
"We think you should see someone, talk about things, you know?" Luke says softly, carefully. I felt an anger build up, but tried my best to contain it as I poured out two mugs of coffee.
"Nothing to talk about." I say, handing Luke one of the mugs. "Got beat up. Don't even remember it. What am I meant to talk about? Being bored in a hospital bed for four weeks? I think not," I scoff, shaking my head at the deluded boy.
"You nearly died, Harry. You were in a coma. You thought you were gonna die. That's traumatising-"
"No, to you it might be. To Zahara it might be. Luckily for me, I was out of it on drugs for a majority of the time." I say, my voice slightly strained as memories of feeling restrained in a hospital bed consumed me; nothing but blackness, nothing but the sounds of my heart monitor. Nothing but the fear of never waking up again.
"Okay, fine." Luke nods, dropping it. I could tell that perhaps he didn't believe me, but it was 8am. Nobody wanted to argue at 8am.
"Subject change?" I ask.
"Sure," Luke smiles.
"So," I smirk.
"What?" Luke groans.
"Nothing, nothing."
"What?"
"Nothing!"
"Harry," Luke pouts. "Tell me."
"Come, come. Let's go sit in the lounge," I say, guiding Luke to the living area.
We both sat on the sofa, mugs in hand. I turned to look at Luke, a smirk still on my face.
"Oh my god, dude. What is it?" Luke laughs.
"So, as you said, Zahara has been with us every time we've seen one another lately," I begin.
"Yeah...?"
"I heard." I wink, taking a sip from the mug.
"H-huh? Heard- um, heard what?" Luke stutters, scratching his neck, a nervous habit he sometimes had.
"I think the best part about being in that hospital, was when everyone just assumed I was asleep. Sometimes, you guys would wake me up just by opening the door, but I'd either be too tired to open my eyes from the drugs, or I didn't want you to feel bad that you'd woken me up." I explain.
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Drowning
Fanfiction"For the longest time, I've felt as though I'm drowning." (boxer!harry) *smut warning*
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