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He furrows his eyebrows.

"You actually think you're doing me a favor by coming here, don't you?”, you whisper and shake your head in disbelief before you get up from your spot on the couch: "Have you been on the internet those last few months? Have you seen what they have written about me? I wanted nothing to do with you, that's why I deleted and changed everything!"

Harry lowers his head and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"I was doing fine and now your sitting here? Acting as you came over for me-."

"I am here for you!", he replies and suddenly his thick accent is back: "I came here for you-." But you just scoff at that:" Be honest with me Harold, just one fucking time. Those past months...years even you never came to visit me. Not once! You never even called after that voicemail got leaked. I never changed my phone number, you know. I really don't know what you are doing here. I just know it isn't for the sake to save either me or this friendship."

Harry stares at you, and his eyes nervously flicker. As if he scans your face for something. Like a child that was caught in a lie. He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something- anything, but when no words leave his lips he closes it again.

"That's what I thought.", you declare while deep down you wished you were wrong, just this once.

"Please leave.", you add. Harry looks at you for a moment before he gets up from his spot on the couch. He attempts to smile at you, you can see that, but all that is forming on his face is a miserable expression. One of embarrassment and guilt. He nods before he walks towards the door. Harry reaches for the doorknob and turns it slowly, almost as if he is waiting for you to stop him. Call him back.

But you don't.

Standing in the doorframe he turns around one last time.