I felt something caressing my face, like feathers?

Very soft, smells good and is it.. curly?

No, it is poetry.

I opened my eyes with difficulty and there was something heavy on top of me that prevented me from moving.. my sitting or rather my stretching was not comfortable.. there was sweat pouring from my forehead.. the place I was in was very hot.

where am I ? That was the first question I asked myself until scenes began to occupy my mind.

Harry and I are swimming in the sea

Harry almost kisses me

Someone shoots us

Guys beat Harry, then put him with a needle

Someone sticks their...