Love Look What You Made Me Do
Harry was sitting in his wheelchair , his eyes focused on something distant.
"Hi," I knocked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He turned his head slowly, locking eyes with me. His expression didn’t soften; if anything, it hardened.
"And what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice sharp and challenging.
I took a breath, stepping inside fully. "To watch over you..." I said, my words hesitant, though I meant them.
"Watch over me?" He raised an eyebrow, disbelief washing over his face. "Do I look like a kid to you?"
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