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He paced back and forth, his back scrunched up and muscles tensing. The sun started to rise in the sky, bringing more light into the room wich meant that we had lack of sleep for another night. He could feel his body surrending and it was strange to him, since he had to feel this way for 77 years.
What worried him the most though was Rebecca. She was still unconscious, still dead-like. The only thing that could convince you Rebecca was still alive was her chest rising and falling because of her small weak breaths.
Harry ran a stressful hand through his hair, brows pulled low and lower lip stuck between his teeth. He swung around in his spot, glancing at Rebecca. Dissapointment and worry creeped up inside him as he kept staring at her. How could she not be awake by now? he thought.
Exhaling deeply, he paced back and forth again, taking some glances at Rebecca in case she wakes up. After a couple of minutes he sat down on the edge of his bed and ran his hands up and down his thighs.
He needed a plan. He couldn't just go back in that house and face Louis. He would kill Rebecca the second she will step into that house and he didn't want Louis to lay a finger on her. The guilt flashed behind his eyes at the thought that he's betraying his best friend for a girl he was supposed to kill almost a month ago.
Shaking his head to get rid of all those thoughts, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore a quiet voice that threatened to appear in his head again.
“Kill her.”
The second he heard those words, his eyes snapped open and scanned all the room. There was no one in there except him and Rebecca, and if Louis had made his appearance Harry would've seen him. He's the only one that can see him.
Or maybe not...
A deep groan came out of Rebecca's throat, causing Harry to turn around in his spot. He felt relief course a small part of him, but he was still not relaxed. He went and sat next to her like a flash, his hands reaching for hers.
“Rebecca, how are you feeling?” he asked softly as she rolled on her side so she was facing her.
Her eyes was still closed and her brows were furrowed, proving she was still in pain. Harry felt his chest tightening at her being in pain again that he wanted to hear her say she's fine so badly.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked again, his tone gentle.
Hia thumb grazed the back of her hand and he felt the goosebumps arise on his skin. Without hesitation, he brought her hand to his lips and gave her knuckles light, small and soft kisses.
Rebecca's lips parted as her breath hitched because of his actions. Her heart raced but she quickly stopped when she felt the pain stakingly taking over again.
“Don't do this to me Rebecca,” he muttered, giving her knuckles some more kisses. “Answer me, I have to know.”
Rebecca slowly opened her eyes and send Harry over the edge as he took in the sight. Her hand fell from his grip as his hands fell down on the matress, eyes widened in shock. His entire body froze and his skin crawled as he kept staring at her.
Rebecca's POV:
“Holy shit,” he mumbled, blinking.
“What?” I asked weakly, giving him a weird look.
“Rebecca...” he trailed off, swallowing hard.
“What's wrong, Harry?” I asked, shifting my body on my elbow.
I could feel the coldness of my blood that ran in my vains and I looked down at my hands to find them as white as snow. My eyes widened when I saw blue vains bulged out beneath my skin. Sitting up, I gave Harry a scared look.
“Harry? What's going on?” I asked slowly, noticing the way his entire body was still. As if he was frozen.
He kept staring at me as if he's seen a ghost. I gulped and stood up, Harry copying me. His eyes locked with mine and made my body to shiver since I saw horror and shock behind them. He closed his wide open mouth and blinked at me as if trying to understand if what he sees in me is real or not.
“Harry why aren't you talking?” I asked worried, taking a step closer to him.
”R-Rebecca,” he stammered. “Y-your e-eyes.”
My heart stopped and I felt shivers down my spine. What the hell was he talking about?
“What do you mean my eyes?” I asked, aware of the answer.
“I...Rebecca...” he mumbled confused, furrowing his brows at me.
Fear and worry made my stomach to turn into knots. Why was he staring at me like that?
“Oh my God...” I whispered in pure shock when realization hit me hard like a punch in the stomach.
I turned around and rushed into the bathroom, swinging the door open with my shoulder. I stood in front of the sink and quickly moved my gaze to the mirror wich only brought my hearr up to my throat.
“No...” I whispered, staring at my reflection through the mirror.
My eyes had lost their hazel colour and now they were…black. I shivered and immidiately hated myself as I kept my gaze glued in the mirror. The black circles under my eyes were much more evident now than they were some days ago, my skin was paler and colder, my eyes were black and you could see my vains on my neck beneath my skin.
Inside, I couldn't feel my heart beating. I felt as if my body was numb and empty. Like my soul was missing and it actually brought a lot of pain to me. Even if I felt like I didn't have a soul, I was feeling so hurt inside.
I felt my stomach twisting and rushed to the toilet, kneeled down and threw up. I felt lightheaded and dizzy at the same time, my knees weak.
I pulled my head back and glanced at Harry that was staring at me with concern in his emerald eyes. He was leaning in the doorway, hands folded behind his back.
“Rebecca, I have no clue how this happened to you.” he said with honest but my cold blood started to boil in anger and fear.
“Louis did it.” I said through clenched teeth, feeling the anger rosing inside me.
“I know. And you don't know how angry I am right now.” he spit reluctantly.
“Oh no, it's the other way around.” I snapped, standing up.
I quickly took my toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste to brush my teeth.
“This is not normal. You can't have magically black eyes—you don't even have that kind of DNA in your system!” Harry claimed, confusion written all over his features.
I bent down and rinsed my mouth before wiping it with a towel and turning around to face him.
“I know. But look at me now,” I said firmly, pointing at my face. “I have black eyes—I have black fucking eyes!” I said exasperatedly.
“Something's not right. He's just messing with us.” he said, running a hand through his hair.
“He's literally fucking with us.” I spit, crossing my arms.
Harry bit his lower lip in order to hold back the smirk but failed. I raised a brow at him.
“What?”
“You're using bad words now, huh?”
“Well I have the right to do it since I don't have a single clue what Louis' doing to me.” I shot, giving him an annoyed look.
“Aha, and what about me?” a cheeky grin appeared on his face.
“What about you?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I have to deal with you cursing now?”
“What? No. I'm not going to talk like this forever, that's for sure.”
“Don't swear, Rebecca.” he stared at me with amusement.
“Can we get back to the point?” I asked frustrated.
“Fine, I just tried to light up the mood.” he shrugged innocently.
“I'm not for laughs and all that now, Harry. I don't know what's going on with me and I feel this pressure in my heart repeatedly and—and I really want to cry right now but I'm afraid my tears will be made of blood and—” he frowned and gave me a weird look. “—I honestly want Louis to leave me alone but I know he won't do it because you're with me and he wants to kill me and I-I don't want him to hurt me again—”
“Woah, woah, woah, Rebecca,” Harry walked towards me, moving his hands in a calming gesture. “Don't be so stressed.” he ran his hands up and down my arms.
“I-I'm scared, Harry. What is he going to do to me if I stay with you for another day?” finally the tears formed into my eyes.
Harry shook his head and cupped my face with his hands, giving me a worried look that made the pressure on my chest get heavier than before.
“Shh,” he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in his chest. “S'okay, Rebecca. You're gonna be okay.”
“How? How do I know that?” I mumbled, glancing up at him.
“I'm telling you Rebecca, you're gonna be okay.” he cooed me, leaving a small kiss on the top of my head.
“And you?” I asked worried.
“Well…I..I'll find my way..” he said awkwardly.
“I'm scared, Harry.” I cried, hiding my face in his hands.
“Don't be. I'm here. I'm here.”
The fact that Harry reassured me he's here for me only caused the hope to rose inside me. I furrowed my brows as I got in what he said and looked up at him.
“Harry?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah Rebecca?” he glanced down at me.
“We will find a way.” I corrected him, gaining a surprised look and a smile from him.
“Really?” he asked with a smile, dimples carving into his right cheek.
“Yes, Harry. I told you I'm trying.”
“So am I. And I think I know how to bring your eye colour back.”
“What? How?” I asked surprise, rasing my brows.
“Like this,” he said, taking my face in his and pressing his lips against mine.
My heart raced the moment his lipd were pressed against my own. They were soft and warm and it emmidiately took the weight off my chest. My bofy tingled with pleasure as the goosebumps arised and my blood turned to warm again.
It was so overwhelming and real that I actually couldn't stop but hope that this could last forever. My heart pounded normally again and my arms were quickly wrapped around Harry's neck, deepening the kiss.
He broke the kiss and I felt as if my soul was brought back to my body. I felt like my body was complete again and that's when I opened my eyes to look at his emerald ones. He gave me a smile that caused me to smile too and grazed my cheek with his thumb.
“We will find a way Rebecca, through the dark.”
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