I stand outside Harry's door, my heart pounding as I knock. “Harry, let me in,” I call out, hoping he’ll relent. “I’d rather not,” he replies coldly, and I feel a pang of disappointment. “Harry, please?” I plead, knowing he’s in there. I can’t just leave him like this. I decide to wait, determined to break through his walls. When he finally opens the door, I look up at him, feeling the weight of his upset demeanor. “There, I opened it, you can leave now,” he says, his tone icy. We lock eyes for a moment, and I can see the hurt behind his facade. But before I can say anything more, he closes the door, leaving me standing there, frustrated and worried.