Harry's lips crashed onto mine, a mix of need and passion. I missed the way his lips felt, the way his mouth worked with mine. His hand under my chin, his mouth so familiar. I loved the way he held me, close to his body, as if I'd slip away once he let me go. I was so desperate to feel the warmth of his body, I'd been without him for far too long.
I pulled away, and looked at him.
"I missed you, Harry."

"I missed you too, baby," He said. "Let's get out of here."

He took me to his apartment, and we sat on the couch together, watching TV. Every once in awhile, he stole a kiss.

Eventually I fell asleep, Harry's lips on my forehead.

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I woke up in someone's bed, it must be Harry's. He wasn't in bed with me though.

I got out of bed, ignoring the headrush I got, and walked downstairs.

"Meadow?" He was in the kitchen.

"Goodmorning, Haz." I said.

He wrapped me in a hug, kissing the the top of my head.

"What are we doing today?" He asked.

"I should probably get back to doing the community service, and work at the bookstore." I hadn't worked in awhile, I'd probably get fired if I didn't go back.

I put on the clothes I had planned to change into after the party, and headed to work.

"Hey, Nancy. I'm really sorry about not being able to work for the past few days. It's been pretty busy."

"Oh that's alright sweety, I have a whole new shipment of books, so how about you get those sorted."

I set to work. My side wasn't fully recovered yet, so whenever I stretched to reach the top shelf, I winced. I would be working full hours here for the next couple of days to make up for my time away. I'd have to continue my service hours at night.

"Night Nancy!" I called as I exited the building.

I called Harry, but he didn't pick up. I decided to stop by my house to pick up an outfit or two.

But when I walked through my front door, what I saw was completely unexpected.


The entry hallway was completely trashed, the pictures on the wall cracked, the glass littering the floor. The door to my mother's yoga room was ripped off the hinges.

"Mom?" I was really getting worried, "Mom, where are you?"

I stepped into the den, and the TV was broken and on the floor. What the hell happened?

There were sounds coming from the kitchen.

Slowly, and quietly, I approached the door. There was a man, his back was turned to me as he fumbled through the silverware drawers.

I wanted to keep quiet, but sometimes I can't control my damn mouth.

"What are you doing in my house?" He whipped around, something silver flying out of his hand and towards me. I dropped just in time, as a knife lodged in the door. My jaw dropped as I looked at the man with disbelief. Wait, this was no stranger.

I hadn't had a proper look at him until now. It was Jace.

"Thought I killed you, Meadow. Did boyfriend come and save you?" His tone was mocking.

"Why are you so insistent on ruining my life and everything in it?" He smirked, and lunged toward me.

I swerved to the side, and dived over the island. He turned around and raced after me. I ran as hard as I could, knives whizzing by my ears. One even nicked my shoulder.

I grabbed random objects and threw them behind me, hoping to trip him. I failed.

He chased me up the stairs, and down again, all throughout the house, until I dove into my mom's open bedroom door.

My mom was there. On the floor. Blood.

I knelt beside her, and turned her over onto her back. I immediately regretted it. There was blood covering her face, and a knife in her heart.

I heard Jace come in after me.

My rage reached an all time high, as I turned around.

"You filthy bastard!" I ripped the knife out of my mother's heart and chucked it at him. I was hesitant to believe it worked, until he fell over coughing. I missed his heart by quite a length, but must have punctured a lung.

"Go to hell, you bitch!" I screamed.

Well, what now? I guess now, I find Harry.