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2020-10-31 01:39:34Tony took the lead yet again driving down the main road with one hand on the wheel. Harry was looking out of the window trying to abstain from thinking about her. To no avail-her name popped up.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Harry was watching the cars pass by, he faked a smile. "I don't know if it will help."
Tony watched as his expression changed.
"They'll find her Harry."
Harry changed his slouched position and sat up straight, all the while checking the rear-view mirror. "They have to", he voiced. He was expecting something behind them, in the mirror or on the road. He felt foolish, looking for things that only he could see. He could smile from his unusual relief.
"You know I wonder what it's like."
Harry's eyebrow flinched and he noticed Tony's tone changed.
He waited for him to continue, sitting in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds. "You know."He continued to say.
Harry noticed that he driving faster, with both hands on the wheel. "I don't know."Harry closed his eyes, feeling a sudden wave of nausea stilled his words. He felt dizzy and unkempt. " I don't know what you're talking about."
"I wonder what it's like to be kidnapped."As he carried on his treacherous monologue Harry found it difficult to stay awake, to keep his eyes alert
"What are you talking about", he wanted to scoff humorously but refrained from doing so. His pupil soon dilated as he looked at Tony's hands.
"Imagine being at the mercy of someone else?"
His head was hurting and Tony's words were on mute. He didn't trust his eyes, the image in front of him was unreal. Shapes started to form on his hand. The clustered holes on his skin made Harry cringe, he wanted to exit the vehicle.
"Harry."Tony's voice shook him from his fear. He looked up at him with no words and a green shade. He looked back at his hand and the holes were gone.
"Stop the car," Harry said with his eyes closed trying to control his breathing.
"We're almost there—"
"Stop the car!"
The car skidded to a halt and Harry dashed out. Slouching a few feet away he puked and tried to keep from falling.
"Harry are you alright?"
Using his sleeve he wiped his mouth, heaved an exhausted sigh. "What did you mean?" His breathing was haggard," About the kidnapping?"
Tony looked shocked, almost unbelievably shocked. "Harry, what are you talking about?"He looked him up and down and studied his expression.
"Nothing." He walked towards him. Before entering the vehicle Harry stood next to him, holding the door open. "If I find out that you had anything to do with Dona's kidnapping...
As if testing him Tony replied."What would you do, cry?"
An unwavering grin spread across his face." Because that's all you've been doing Harry."
He pushed Harry too far, he replied with a fist full of emotion. Punching Tony across the face and needing to restrain himself from hurting him any further.
"Fuck you."
Of course, Harry wasn't bigger than Tony, but he caught him off guard and caused him to stumble. "Get up, I'm not well enough to drive."
Tony scoffed, rubbing his jaw.
Typical Harry.
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