Harry's POV

Harry climbed up the creaky staircase which was dark except for the parts where small dusty lamps hung from the wall, casting their shadow on the stairs and illuminating a small area.

Harry sighed. He was generally a very optimistic guy but it was becoming very hard to be optimistic when he was dragging his suitcase up the staircase of doom.

He finally stopped outside his room and fumbled around the lock clumsily with his large hands trying to fit the key in. The lock clicked open and he pushed at the door which grudgingly opened with a loud creak.

The room was pitch black. Harry couldn't see where the switch board was. He tried to walk around, feeling along the walls..

"Fuck" he yelled loudly when his leg banged against what must have been the edge of the cupboard and hopped around clutching his injured leg. After a few more minutes of hopelessly hopping around on one leg trying to find the damn light switch, he gave up and decided to feel his way to the bed instead.

Finding the bed wasn't too difficult and he threw himself on it, tiredness taking over. The bedsheets were musty and the pillowcase was slightly damp but Harry didn't have time to worry about that. He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately, sleep coming easily to him to whisk him off into a night filled with confusing dreams.

Harry walked along the sidewalk, with a bunch of flowers in his hand. He had picked them off the meadow and knew how much Lucas would love them. Things at home were an absolute disaster for the past few days and his parents refused to even look at his face but nothing bothered Harry as long as Lucas was by his side. Harry smiled as he thought of Lucas' warm brown eyes and his beautiful full lips. His thoughts raced far ahead and he pictured himself walking upto Lucas' apartment and knocking on the door, Lucas would come open it for him and would press a loving kiss onto his lips. Harry would then pull him close and they'd spend the rest of the evening chilling on the couch, staring dreamily at each other. As the thoughts rushed through his mind, Harry could feel a warm blush spreading across his cheeks. He wondered what he had done to deserve someone like him in his life. Which is why he made sure to show him how much he appreciated him by doing random little things for him like he was doing today, like surprising him with his favourite flowers.

Harry walked up to his apartment and knocked on the door a huge grin on his face. He waited for sometime but there was no answer. He called Lucas up but again, no answer. He was about to give up and leave when he heard a faint sound from inside the house and from what he could hear, it seemed like Lucas' voice.

He knocked again, louder this time.

"Who the fuck is it?" came a voice from inside and he could hear footsteps approaching the door.

The door opened and Harry was about to yell "surprise" when he realised to his horror that the eyes he was staring into weren't brown at all. They were a dark grey colour. The man who answered the door was wearing nothing but boxers and his hair was sweaty and his cheeks were flushed.

"Wh- who are you?" Harry asked, panic beginning to set in.

The stranger was about to answer when Harry saw his Lucas walk into the living room also in boxers.

"Lucas" Harry said with a horrified whisper , his heart almost stopping then and there.

Lucas looked at him and the frightened, guilty expression on his face told Harry all he needed to know.

His heart sank and the faint hope he was harbouring in his chest that there would be an innocent explanation to this vanished.

Harry woke up with a jerk , drenched in his sweat, breathing heavily.

Slowly he walked over to the cracked mirror that hung on the wall and studied his reflection. His eyes were moist and there were huge bags under his eyes. His hair was sweaty and drops of perspiration shone on his face as well.

It was around 6 in the morning.

Harry decided take a long shower, trying to wash away his pains and his past but nothing worked. He had relived the incident through his nightmare and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get it off his mind.

The water poured over him. It was ice cold unlike the warm water Harry was used to. He sank down to the floor, his head and chest feeling heavy. A loud sob left his mouth and after that they kept coming. His sobs were heart wrenching and rose from the very depth of his heart. Harry had thought coming to London would help him forget this part of his past but he was clearly wrong. He kept crying until there were no tears left and his throat was dry and sore. His eyes hurt, his head hurt, his throat hurt, his heart hurt.

Harry walked out of the shower wrapping the rough, towel that hung on the rack around his waist. He got dressed and climbed downstairs after he felt slightly better.

After a lot of consideration while sitting at the reception, he decided to look at the brighter side of things. Yes he had a horrible nightmare but that didn't mean that he had to sit around moping all day. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and mustered a smile onto his face, stepping out of the building and taking a deep breath of the fresh air...

Author's Note
Do you like it so far? I just wanted to thank you all for the huge love you've shown this book xx ily