When August woke up, he was still in the nightclub, lying on the floor with the drunk people he was with last night. His head hurts a little, surprised to find he was having a less painful hangover than the past.
Maybe it wasn't Whiskey that I was drinking last night?
He rose up and roamed his eyes toward the whole nightclub. People; all deep in their own slumber. On the counter; floor; couches; tables; stools. He looked for Vanessa but he couldn't, he stood up with sleepy eyes. He bring out his phone, it was already afternoon and he has a dozen of missed calls and more than a dozen of texts.
All from one person.
It was Harry, she had been calling him since midnight, and from her texts, she was texting him from three in the morning and stopped at lunch time.
"What? She's drinking?" he murmured as he scrolled down her texts. "Wha--? Wait, suicide?!" he had big eyes reading the word suicide and his heart thumped hard inside him. "What?! Harry, what are you--?!" when he read her last text of goodbye, he rushed out of the bar and started running.
Forgetting about finding Vanessa; forgetting to text his mother that he's fine. He just focused on running, he runned as fast as he could so he could reach Harry right away. He may not love her anymore, but he still care for her.
He was worried and he was afraid. He didn't know if Harry was joking or serious, all he knew was, she texted him that if he won't go to her, she would commit an unforgivable sin.
It took him around half an hour, even if he needed air, he never stopped running. The people looked at him like he was a mad man, considering he looked so haggard and probably like an actual mad man. When August was finally right in front of Harry's door, he bend down, his hands on his knees, the dizziness gone, his heart beating so fast, and he was feeling very hot from all the sweating.
He took a deep breathe, refilling his lungs with fresh oxygen and he knocks on the door loudly.
"Harry! Open up! Please Harry!" he yelled as he banged the door. No one answered his call, he peeked at the window and see no one. Just her plain living room and kitchen. He returned at the door and banged it harder.
"Damn it Harry! Where are you?!" he yelled louder. He stops and breathe, he reached for the door knob.
"Damn it! Why didn't I know?!" he cursed when the door opened. He rushed inside and find nothing, he went in her room and found his objective. Harry was on her bed. Sleeping. He whispered, hoping that he was right. He approached her and sit beside her. He slowly leaned on her and felt her soft breathing on his face.
Alive. he slowly let out a big sigh of relief. Thank goodness.
He stared at her beautiful face, he wishes to see her brown eyes but she was sleeping and or is she? He thought, she maybe breathing but what if -
"Harry?" he said, he looked at her body, well, nothing's wrong. He held her arm and looked at her wrist, yep, no sign of cutting, he whispered to himself as he looked at her other wrist. She was fine and all until August realized she smelled of alcohol.
He snorted and waved his head at her. "Look who's drinking." he teased her, expecting she wouldn't reply.
He stood up and scanned her room, it was a total mess. It looked like she was on rampage last night. All her stuffs were obviously thrown to the wall, probably of anger, he said to himself and sigh. He started cleaning up her room and decided to stay until she wakes up.
No one's going to die on my watch. He looked at Harry, especially you dear Harriette.
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Uncertain Attachment
RomanceAugust didn't notice that he had changed for the past few years, the outgoing and happy person he knew he was, is gone. Then he met Harriette. After a long time, he was able to love again, but not as the same as before. Then again, he met Vanessa...
