There's a lot of time skips in the start of this sequel (e.g. One month later and etc). Don't mind that I'm just trying to speed up things and show that Harry has been grieving for a while.

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t.m.

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H A R R Y 🔫

A month later...

Ever since the night of that dream, sleep hard to accomplish. I dreamt that dream every single night and it was slowly starting to chip away at my sanity. The first few times were bearable. But now after an actual month of having that dream, I was slowly beginning to understand what it meant when she said baby come home. Those words took me back to the time I was leaving for a mission and she was acting slightly different, holding onto me longer as if she was worried I would leave and never come back, hence why she said baby come home.

It baffled me as to why I was having this dream over and over again. It was taking over my sleep, making me grow more and more insomniac every single day. I needed help but I couldn't find it in myself to actually get it. All this time, Jade had been there for me, aiding me get through this dark time. But I, like the stupid prick I was, pushed her away with harsh words. I couldn't even find it in myself to say sorry to her, most probably because a part of me thinks I can move on by myself without anyone's help. The other part of me obviously doesn't think so. Now here I sat, alone with a plate full of untouched salad, trying to figure out what the fuck to do with my problem.

My eyes quietly scanned the mess hall slowly, watching how most of the people who passed by, threw me sideway glances full of pity, noticing that I was alone with a look of misery on my face. In the distance, I noticed Louis, Dexter, Spencer and Jade all huddled together. Normally, they'd all be smiling and crying with laughter at Louis' childish antics and jokes. But now as I gazed from the distance, they were quiet with stony looks on their faces.

Spencer's gaze met mine for a second, hardening immediately as he stared back. I gulped anxiously, uncomfortable with they way his gaze was burning into mine. But soon, someone stepped into my line of vision, blocking Spencer from my view. It was Vicky.

"Can I sit here?" she asked politely, gazing at me with her large blue eyes.

I gazed back silently, before looking down back at my plate without a word before I started digging into it. She took my silence as a yes instead of a no and sat down anyways.

"You didn't come to the meeting today," Vicky spoke up, causing me to groan inwardly. She was always such a chatty person.

"Nice observation," I commented dryly, shoving my fork into the salad before gathering up a few of the green goodness and shoveling it into my mouth.

She raised her eyebrows at my words.

"Black Arrow is falling apart after what happened at Rogaland. They were eliminated by our forces completely after Valkyrie went on that mission a few days ago, but you weren't there so obviously-"

"And you're telling me all this because?" I questioned suddenly, raising my gaze to finally meet hers. She froze, swallowing thickly before answering.

"J-Just thought you might've wanted an update," she stuttered, pressing her lips together.

"Yeah? Well do I look like I give a shit about what's happening with Black Arrow?" I arched an eyebrow at her questioningly.

"No," she answered straightaway, before narrowing her eyes at my words. "You don't have to be so rude. I was just trying to make conversation."

"Then go and make conversation elsewhere," I scoffed, finishing off my salad before grabbing my water bottle and twisting the bottle cap.

"Umm okay then," she furrowed her brows, confused as to why I was acting so cold. She grabbed her tray and stood up, but right before she was about to leave, she spoke up again. "If this is about how Scarlett would have been uncomfortable with us talking if she was-"

"Don't fucking talk about her. It's not even about that. Frankly, I couldn't give a crap about what you have to say in general. I just want to be alone, is that too much to ask for?" I snapped at her all of a sudden, standing up and glaring at her. Annoyingly enough, my abrupt actions gained the attention of everyone around us.

"I know you're grieving but for fuck's sake don't take your anger out on me!" she exclaimed angrily back at me.

"I'm not taking my anger out on you! You're just too fucking annoying, like goddamit leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled back. She stared at me with a look of pity on her face, shaking her head as she parted her lips to speak again.

"Scarlett would have never wanted you to turn out like this," she said lowly, causing something to snap inside of me.

"Don't you fucking go there. You know nothing of her, you barely knew her. Don't you dare talk about what you think she'd expect of me because your opinion is invalid in this case. Stop making up bullshit and put that goddamn mouth of yours for some better use," I spat with venom, throwing her red face another cold look before storming out the mess hall feeling utterly vexed.

To blow off some steam, I decided to go do some laps in the swimming pool. The rational part of me was telling me to not go swimming because that would only remind me of her. But the other part of me was just pushing and looking for a distraction, regardless of the painful wave of memories I was about to get when I pushed through the double doors. The lights of the hall were dim, flickering like an old burning candle.

The sparkling turquoise water was glimmering over the pool lights that illuminated it from beneath the water. Without any more thoughts, I stripped myself down just to my boxers before immediately diving into the pool. My body moved quickly with robotic precision but organic fluidity, stroke after stroke nailed to perfection. Swimming was my alternative to boxing when I didn't feel like violence was the way to release stress and other emotions.

After 80 laps or so, I broke through the watery surface and grab onto the ledge. I barely had time to take a breath while I was swimming. My eyes fluttered shut as my jaw hung open, gasping for air as I clung to the edge of the pool. Once I had my breathing rate return to its normal speed, I slowly began to relive my memories of the first kiss I shared with Scarlett.

"You're feisty," I commented, when she attempted to defend herself over the thing she seemingly had for me.

I leaned in even closer just to intimidate her. Watching how her pink lips parted slightly, her damp chest rising up and down heavily. I curiously watched her brown eyes widen slightly when I tugged my black lip ring into my mouth, pale jade eyes flickering to every part of her face, watching her every move.

Her lips looked utterly tempting and so kissable. I couldn't help but glance down at them, unconsciously moving my face closer to hers until I could feel her warm breath hit my damp face. My eyes darted back up to meet hers, a tiny smirk crawling onto my lips before I parted them to speak.

"I like that," I added to my previous words, before connecting our lips without hesitation.

Our lips brushed against each other's ever so slightly, sending a sudden bolt of electricity through my body, surprising me and causing me to pull back a little. I gazed at her slightly, wondering if she was uncomfortable or if she wanted to continue this. By looks of it, I already had her senses seduced.

She pushed her lips back against mine again, causing that foreign wave of heat to wash over my body. I reacted by gripping her hips under the water firmly, pulling her further into my body as she roped her arms around my shoulders. The kiss was deepened as soon as I snaked my tongue in, touching hers. My senses were screaming at me to stop, knowing that this was Russell's daughter I was kissing and it was wrong, yet it all felt so right.

I wanted her closer to me, I felt like we still weren't close enough, even though her chest was against mine with our hips pinned together. Without thinking, my palms were soon pressed against her thighs, fingers gripping them tightly as I lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around my torso, seemingly okay with the sudden change in position.

My lips broke away from hers to release a low groan when she gently tugged at the wet ringlets near the back of my neck, cheek pressing next to mine as I trailed my lips down her neck. My lips travelled along her jaw before ending up on the spot near the hinge of her jaw. I sucked at the skin there, causing blood to accumulate at the area and for her to whimper softly.

"Found your sweet spot."

I shook my head wildly, scrunching my eyes shut as I brought my hands up to the sides of my face. I hated this. Reliving all these memories, making it harder for me to get over her death. They were all still fresh in my mind, waiting to be replayed like a movie in my head once triggered by some sort of random reminder.

Once again I felt the tears threatening to spill from my eyes, my lower lip quivering as I took a shaky breath. I wish I could move on. I wish I could stop reliving all these memories in such a painful way, in a way where it had me almost crying after each of them. The grief surged with every expelled breath I let out, helpless tears falling from my eyes as I let go for the millionth time.

My gaze fell onto the 'S' tattoo on the corner of my wrist, noticing the subtle wing that was attached to the top curve of the S. My angel. It had already hit me a million times, the fact that I was never going to see her again. The fact that I would never see those gorgeous umber eyes of hers again, and feel the warmth of her soft lips capture my own, and the smooth feel of her olive skin when it was against mine.

I would never be able to hear her laugh again, or hold her against me in my sleep. I would never be able to hear every single little story of her life, before she arrived at The Organization. I would never be able to fulfill the promise I made to her, that we would get out of here, get married, start a family, start a new life. I would never be able to experience any of that, and it was all my fault.

"Dear God," I cried softly, bringing my hands together, entwining my fingers. "I don't pray often, but I have been doing so lately," I whispered shakily, scrunching my eyes up as more tears rolled down my cheek. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to deserve this, I really am. But please, I only ask of you to do one thing," I sniffled, leaning my forehead against my joined hands.

"Take care of my angel."

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One week later...

"Baby, come home."

The light was approaching quicker now, more and more radiant as it neared. Almost blinding. I yelled out to Scarlett for help, but she simply stood there holding her hand out for me to grab. A loud honk rang loudly in the air, combined with the roaring of the rain. It was a huge truck hurtling towards us, behind Scarlett. Before I know it, it all ended in a flash. The bright light. The honking truck. The loud roar of the rain. Scarlett repeating those three words over and over again.

Baby, come home.

I jolted awake with a yell of her name leaving my lips again. My heart was pounding wildly as I let out a harsh sigh, leaning back on the palms of my hands. I had literally lost count of how many times I have had the same dream over and over again. I genuinely was suffering from insomnia. Insomnia haunted my nights; fatigue ruled my days. When I'm up and awake, my brain begs for rest and sleep. But come the hours of darkness, my mind lights up with previous and recent memories of her.

I wanted to let them go, to count sheep and relax, but soon the sheep themselves are telling me about how I should've treated her better and reminds me of the horrible disrespectful things I had done to her.

Tonight seemed like one of those nights where the guilt would come and take me down the old familiar path. I refuse to walk it, pretending that my baby forgave me for all my insolent acts. But did she really? Her love for me was blinding her from what I had done to her. Her love and care for me, blinded her from seeing that I was not worth her time and that she deserved somebody better. Way better. Someone who wouldn't confuse her with mixed personalities, who wouldn't act like they care but then switch to not giving a shit at all. Oh how I regretted all of that, but I myself was confused as well.

I lay back down on the bed with a heavy sigh, bringing my hands up and dragging them down my face slowly. My head rolled to the side, eyes silently gazing at the empty space next to me where her beautiful body would normally be. I found my bed to be cold and lonely, just like it was before I met Scarlett. I missed her slender arms that were always wrapped around my torso, or my shoulders. I missed the smell of her, she smelt like sweet vanilla since she always wore this one body lotion that smelt of that scent.

Her eyes. Those beautiful dark brown eyes that would light up everything she spoke of something she loved or was so passionate about. Despite the dark color of them, they always shone so bright and were full of life. Even when she was grieving for her father's death, the pain and sadness was hidden well underneath the dark swirls of chocolate in her eyes. I missed the way she looked at me with them, so warm and with full of love, love for me.

I thought about this as tears rolled down my cheeks, the guilt and sadness finally pushing me over the edge as I made my way to the bathroom. A heart-wracking sob pushed past my lips as I stripped myself down until I was in my boxers. I stared at myself in the mirror, examining my blotchy face as the tub filled itself up.

  My dead pathetic reflection stared back at me, red-rimmed pale jade eyes burning into my own. My gaze wavered, noticing the silver cross necklace sitting between the swallows on my chest. I picked it up with my thumb and index finger, a lone tear rolling down my cheek at the sight of it. It was the only birthday present I had received from someone who had truly loved me.

"Pathetic," my reflection spoke. My head shot up, eyes squinting at the mirror, brows furrowing. My reflection stared back at me with a venomous glare, cold eyes lit with fire.

"W-What?" I stuttered, confused as hell. Was my reflection actually speaking to me? Or was this just a hallucination.

"I'm talking to you Harry," it spoke harshly. "You are pathetic"

"N-No I'm not!" I defended myself pitifully, sniffling a little.

"Yes you are. Can't stop sobbing like a cry baby," it tut-tutted at me. "Worthless, useless, pathetic, that's what you are," it taunted me. "Couldn't even keep your promise."

"Don't you dare," I warned it, pointing a finger menacingly.

"Don't I dare what? 'I promise I'll keep you safe. I promise I'll protect you. I promise we'll live in a big-ass house with a dozen kids in fucking Switzerland.' What a load of bullshit!" it snickered, mocking me brutally.

  I couldn't help but let the tears flowed unchecked as I listened to it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, not really directly to my reflection.

"You're sorry? You fucking should be. You just lost the one thing that made your life the tiniest bit better, no wait, a billion times better! You lost the one person who had cared and loved you more than fucking Russell and maybe even your goddamn mother, and that's saying a lot. All because of you, like the idiot you are, didn't watch her, didn't protect her, didn't keep her safe. Basically you broke your promises, plural," it ranted, each word stabbing my heart painfully as the bathtub next to me filled up to the top.

  It kept on speaking with that same amount of resent and venom in its tone as I climbed into the bathtub.

"You'll never be able to have her look at you like that again, with those warm brown eyes full of love for you. Never. All because of you," it spat, once it noticed me sinking into the water of the bathtub. I kept on sliding deeper and deeper into the water until my head was fully under the surface.

"Don't ever come back up."

I didn't.

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💀 yikes sorry for that cliffhanger right there! What do you think will happen in the next chapter?

💀sorry for the random gifs too AHHA. I find them helpful TBH, for like visual aid 😛

The first one was of Vicky who's played by Margot Robbie, just for those who didn't know.

💀 I would do a double update but I can't really afford to because if you know me I like to write chapters in advance but for this sequel I haven't so I'm kinda running out.

So apologies in advance for the wait 😅

I love you all ❤️

t.m.