Harold was nervous as hell. Now your probably wondering why he's so nervous. You see he was going to do something that very well may end his life.
He was going to ask for Duncan forgiveness for what he did.
At first when his plan work he felt great, one of the guys who tormented him in his life got what he deserve, but what he didn't count on was the guilt. It was eating him on the inside like crazy.
It didn't help matters that Duncan was acting Depressed the whole time Courtney's gone. Not to mention the fear of when Duncan finds out, he may rip Harolds head off his body and sell his organs to the black market.
It was slightly alleviated when the girl he loved Kissed him, but it didn't help matters it only made it worse. After all what the point of getting the girl, if there's a really good chance of losing her when she finds out what he did to one of her friends.
Luckily it didn't happen Leshawna forgave him but under one condition. He has to apologized to Duncan for what he did.
So that's why he now here standing in front of what may well as be Death door.
"There's a moral to this, if you ever decide to pull a Heather, JUST BLOODY SAY NO TO THAT IMPULSE!" Harold thought.
He hesitantly lifted his hand to the doorbell and rang the doorbell ignoring every sense of his body to run
This will be a two-part fic