Harry was one of your closest friends — you knew that much. He knew about your past, your inner demons, your plans for the future, and some of your most deepest desires. You dared to tell him things you’ve never told anyone else before — and surprisingly enough, he chose to stay by your side.
Although, despite your close friendship with Harry, you felt as if you two were going your separate ways. Harry was acting... Off. Harry used to talk to you rather frequently, but now he rarely talks at all. Something was driving a wedge between you two. You didn’t exactly know what it was, but you were determined to find out.
During one particularly quiet encounter, you decided to ask Harry what was going on with him.
“Harry,” you interjected, breaking the silence with your rather shaky voice. He slowly looked at you.
“Harry, is something wrong? I don’t know what’s been going on with you lately, but —!” You were interrupted by Harry.
“You’re right.” His emerald eyes fleeted towards yours.
“W-What?” You stuttered, a light pink blush dusted your cheekbones.
“You don’t know what’s been going on,” he spat at you in a nasty tone. A look of pure confusion settled onto your face before quickly turning into anger.
“Get out!” You shouted at him. “Now!”
The conversation had abruptly ended with a few sharp swears and the front door slamming shut. Your eyes watered as he disappeared without another word.
Here you are, five months later. You’re standing near the edge of a cliff. The strong, whistling wind had made your eyes water, causing your eyesight to go blurry. You took a deep breath as the nearby trees and bushes rustled.
“Harry,” you called out, though you knew he couldn’t even hear you.
“About a year ago, you told me that I was an angel sent from heaven. I don’t even know if you remember that, but I do. Let’s see if angels can really fly, Harry.” You stated, your voice almost inaudible.
You jumped off of the cliff... Everything soon faded into darkness.
You woke up to a blinding white light. You felt someone squeeze your hand tightly as they sobbed uncontrollaby. From your view, you observed a familiar head of messy curls.
“Harry?” You choked out. Sure enough, Harry’s beautiful green eyes looked at you, tearful.
“I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault...” His voice quivered.
You placed your index finger to his smooth, pale lips. You whispered faintly, “Shhh, Harry.”
“How long was I unconscious?” You asked him. His eyes went tearful again; you sighed. Making him cry wasn’t what you had meant to do.
“Nearly two weeks. You severely fractured your ribcage, or so the doctors say.” Harry replied. You nodded at his words.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass lately —!” You cut him off, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
“Just shut up and kiss me, Harold.” You said daringly. And so he did.