Her true colour

"I'm calling because I miss you."

Harry looked at his phone sadly.  The words he wished to convey to her today met a dead end.  He could not find the courage to say it. 

It seemed like he still could not confess his feeling. He was too nervous to say it aloud. 

He dropped the phone onto the floor and groaned weakly.  

How could he be so pathetic? 

Aww...  His head felt like a group of elephants, monkeys, and dinosaurs stomping and having party wildly.  

It was hurting so bad, he felt like screaming in pain.  Why of all these days, today he fell sick?  

He turned around and used his only pillow to push against his head, hoping it would lessen the pain.  However, it was useless.  It did not even lessen 1% of the pain. 

He moaned painfully. 

He even ignored the knocking from outside. That showed how sick he was. 

He closed his eyes tightly and whimpered. 

Leave him alone.  Just leave him alone.