Chapter one: Leshawna

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It was night out in a city in Ontario. Loud music blared from a night club and lights were rapidly seen changing colours from the windows, showing that there was one heck of a party going on inside.

Chris Maclean, host of the smash hit 'Total Drama Island', had arranged the party as a big get-together for the former contestants of the hit reality show. Almost everyone had arrived for the big night, and the only exceptions were the two people sitting in the jeep parked outside the club.

"L-Leshawna, why don't we just turn around and forget about this?" The red-haired teenager behind the wheel asked nervously.

"Harold, you can't be serious." The dark-skinned girl beside the driver replied. "We're already here, so let's just go in."

"I-It's not too late!" Harold insisted. "We can say that we weren't feeling well!"

Leshawna raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you, Harold? You've been jumpy since you picked me up." She said.

"It's nothing." Harold insisted.

"Baby, you can't lie to me." The dark-skinned girl said, folding her arms. "Harold, you were looking forward to this party up until you heard it was here."

"I…I just don't like night clubs."

Leshawna paused. There had to be a good reason Harold was so hesitant to enter the club, but she had no idea what the big problem was. It really worried her to see her boyfriend so wound up, and she knew that it would just take a little bit of prodding to get the info out of the redhead.

"That's only half of it, isn't it?" Leshawna pointed out. "There's something you ain't telling me."

Harold bit his lip and paused for a few seconds before sighing. "I have bad memories about this club." He admitted. "Something…Something happened one night a few years ago."

The plus-sized girl was almost hesitant to reply, but did so anyway. "What happened?" She asked.

"My…My cousin's best friend was…" Harold replied. "…She was…Raped and murdered outside this club…"

Leshawna's eyes widened as her hands flew to her mouth. "You're…You're kidding…" She said.

"No, I'm not." Harold sighed. "Since then, I've always tried to stay away from places like this. My cousin's friend was such a nice girl, but to have something like that happen…"

"Oh, baby." Leshawna sighed sadly. "I never knew…"

"That's why I don't wanna take you in there, Leshawna." Harold said. "W-What if something like that happens again, only to you? I…I'd never forgive myself…"

"Harold, nothing's going to happen." Leshawna said, placing her hands on Harold's shoulders. "What happened was years ago. Don't worry about it."

"B-But…What if-"

"There's no 'what if', baby." Leshawna insisted. "You just need to overcome your fear."

"I…I suppose so…"

"Come on. Let's go in and have fun. It'll be good for you."

"Well…Okay, Leshawna. If you want to do it, let's do it."

Leshawna smiled and kissed Harold as she stepped out of the car and walked into the night club with her boyfriend.

The plus-sized city girl looked around inside after entering the club. The music was even louder inside, but Leshawna had to admit that it was pretty catchy. Looking around even further, she made a quick headcount in the large crowd and saw all twenty of the other former campers scattered around, including Chris and Chef.

Leshawna saw Gwen and Lindsay talking off to the side and looked at Harold. "I'm gonna go over and talk to someone, okay?" She asked.

Harold nodded. "Okay. I'll go and see if I can find someone to talk to." He replied.

As Harold walked off in one direction, Leshawna made her way over to Gwen and Lindsay. The two girls looked over and saw Leshawna coming. Lindsay lit up and smiled widely.

"Lewanda!" Lindsay greeted as she rushed over and hugged Leshawna. "It's been so long!"

"Yeah, Lindsay. It has." Leshawna chuckled, not bothering to correct Lindsay. She looked at Gwen and saw the goth girl smiling.

"You drive yourself here?" Gwen asked.

"Nah. Harold picked me up. I think he was just trying to impress me with the fact that he's got his driver's license now." Leshawna chuckled. "How've you been, Gwen?"

Gwen shrugged. "Oh, pretty good." She replied. "I have to admit that people at my school are starting to hang out with me more since TDI."

"They're finally starting to see the real you, girl." Leshawna said, holding out her fist. Gwen tapped it with her own. "How're things going with you and Trent?"

"Better than ever. Trent's trying to get his singing off the ground, so he's written a single." Gwen replied.

"Oh, I know that." Leshawna said. "I picked it up as soon as it was on the shelves."

"Yeah! Me too!" Lindsay added. "Brent even signed my copy!"

"I heard that he even wrote a song dedicated to you." Leshawna told Gwen. "How's that feel?"

Gwen smiled. "I can't believe it. He even kept it a secret from me until I read in the lyrics sheet that he had dedicated it to me." She replied. "You have no idea how surprised I was."

"How about you and Tyler?" Leshawna asked. "You finally know who he is?"

"Yeah. I finally memorized his name about two months ago." Lindsay sighed. "I can't believe that I couldn't remember such an easy name as 'Tyler'. Sometimes I wonder if he still likes me…"

"Hey, he put up with you forgetting his name for a long time." Gwen reminded. "And he still stuck with you."

"Yeah. If that don't show how much you mean to him, then I don't know what does." Leshawna added. "Has he met your folks yet?"

"Oh, yeah. Tyler met them a long time ago." Lindsay nodded. "My mom likes him, but my dad just doesn't seem impressed with his athletic ability."

"Hey, he'll come around. He just needs to warm up to Tyler." The dark-skinned girl replied.

Suddenly hearing a female shouting, the three girls looked and saw Courtney shouting at Harold, throwing several insults at him. The redhead finally turned and walked away, looking at the floor.

Leshawna's eyes flared up. "Oh, she DIDN'T!!" She said as she started towards Courtney, only for Gwen and Lindsay to hold her back.

"Don't go over there, Lefonza!" Lindsay said.

"That preppy girl's insulted my man for the last time!" Leshawna roared. "Let go!"

"Leshawna, let it go." Gwen said. "Courtney's not worth it."

Leshawna glared at Courtney with a gaze that, if looks could kill, would have incinerated the CIT on the spot. Finally, she calmed down as Gwen and Lindsay released her.

"I just don't know why she hates Harold so much." Leshawna sighed. "I mean, I thought she would have been over that whole vote thing by now."

"I think her anger may have been increased by looking at the online popularity polls." Gwen explained. "Not a lot of the audience liked her that much."

"Yeah, and Herman was in the top half of the popularity for the audience." Lindsay agreed.

"But why the heck does she have to take it out on him?" Leshawna asked.

"A bigger question is why does Harold just take all of it without fighting back?" Gwen asked. "If I were him, I would have told Courtney exactly what I thought of her…"

"Harold's been trying to apologize to her for the vote-switching ever since the show ended." Leshawna shook her head. "He doesn't want to set her off any further and he feels like he deserves it."

"She's almost as bad as Heather…" Lindsay said.

"I couldn't agree with you more." Gwen sighed.

The three friends talked for a little while longer until they heard a cheerful and familiar voice calling out to them. Leshawna, Gwen and Lindsay turned and saw a familiar party animal coming over.

"Chris told me that he's going to play a slow song soon and he wants all the couples of the show to dance together on the floor to show off to everyone else!" Geoff said.

Lindsay's eyes lit up again. "Oh, awesome! Let me go get Tyler! Where is he?" She asked.

"Looks like he's over there talking with Ezekiel." Geoff, whom was able to see over the crowd better than the girls, pointed out.

"I'll go get him, then!" Lindsay said as she bounded off.

Gwen pondered for a bit. "I don't know…" She said.

"Go for it, girl." Leshawna said. "You may wanna find Trent before Cody finds you, though."

The green-haired goth paused, then nodded. "Okay. You talked me into it, Leshawna. Let's see if I can find Trent."

As Gwen wandered off, Geoff looked down at Leshawna. "You'd better find Harold, Leshawna." He said. "I'm going to go find Bridgette."

After Geoff left, Leshawna looked around the crowd for Harold, wandering through the club as she went. She knew the general area he was in, as he had gone off in that direction after Courtney yelled at him, but wasn't sure exactly where he was.

However, as Leshawna passed one of the many patrons of the club, she felt something press up against her back, making her freeze.

"Don't move and don't scream." The man she had just passed hissed. "Do anything I don't tell you to and I won't hesitate to pull the trigger."

Leshawna's eyes snapped open as her heartbeat quickened after realizing that this man was holding a gun to her. Not wanting to risk her safety or the potential safety of the other people in the club, the plus-sized girl remained silent.

"Walk." The man ordered. "We're going outside."

Leshawna obeyed and tried to casually walk towards the front door of the club, silently praying that someone was watching her getting forced out of the club. The man behind Leshawna got the dark-skinned girl outside the club, but kept the barrel of his gun at her back.

"Into the alley beside the club." The man ordered.

The closer Leshawna got to the alleyway, the faster her heartbeat went. Everything that was happening suddenly reminded Leshawna of what Harold told her in the car earlier. Before Leshawna could mentally scream at herself for not listening to her boyfriend, she was forced into the alley and shoved into the wall of the night club.

Leshawna spun around and hugged the wall as close as she good, getting a glimpse of her attacker. He looked like he was in his late twenties and looked like he had forgotten to shave in the morning. The man was holding his gun I his left hand and a knife in his right. Pocketing the gun, the man approached the frightened girl and held the blade of his knife close to her.

"W-What do you want?" Leshawna squeaked, although somehow knowing the answer.

"You." The man replied with a twisted grin as he held the knife even closer to Leshawna. "Don't worry, though. It'll be over extremely quickly."

Leshawna whimpered as she closed her eyes, waiting for the sick freak to make his first move on her. However, when she heard the man shout in pain followed by sounds of a struggle, Leshawna paused. Finally deciding to open one of her eyes and see what was happening, both of Leshawna's eyes were suddenly wide with shock. The plus-sized teenager was wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

But there was Harold, holding the sick man's knife-wielding arm up and preventing him from attacking with it. Harold quickly gave the man a head-butt, forcing the freak to back away and drop the knife. Harold took this as his cue and pounced, kicking the man in the face.

Leshawna watched her lanky boyfriend fighting off an armed man, unmoving from her spot at the wall. Part of her was screaming at Harold for him to get out of there while part of her was cheering him on. Harold shouted a few things at the man, but Leshawna couldn't hear any of it due to being wrapped up in her own thoughts which were drowning out everything else.

Everything went like a blur for Leshawna, because the next thing she knew, Harold was on top of the man, repeatedly and furiously punching him in the face. Leshawna wondered what the man could have said to set Harold off like that, but she knew it probably wasn't good.

The sick freak found an opening in the teenager's attacks and managed to kick Harold off of him. As Harold recovered, the man scrambled to his feet, whipped out his gun, took aim and fired.

Harold froze, his eyes wide with pain. The redhead teenager clutched his chest, where the bullet had found a home, as the blood seeping from the wound started passing between his fingers. Harold collapsed onto his knees, then onto his side.

Leshawna watched the scene in horror, and only when Harold fully collapsed did she scream his name and finally rush over to his side. The man, knowing that the gunshot would alert someone, fled the alley.

"Harold! Baby, no! Harold!!" Leshawna screamed, grabbing the fallen Harold by the shoulders. "Say something! Anything!!"

Harold weakly looked up at Leshawna. "…Ouch…" He managed.

"Harold, you're gonna be okay! Just hang on!" Leshawna said hysterically, tears freely flowing down her face. "Why'd you have to do that?!"

"I said…I didn't want anything…To happen…To you…" Harold said, tears rolling down his face as well. "I tried…To protect you…I…I failed…"

"No! Baby, you saved me!" Leshawna said. "You didn't fail! Oh, Harold! I should have listened to you earlier!" She cried. "We shouldn't have come here in the first place!!"

"It's okay, Leshawna…" Harold said weakly, forcing a smile. "I'm just…Glad you're alright…"

Leshawna looked down at Harold wound, then into his eyes again. "But…You…You were shot…" She sniffed, her usually loud voice now reduced to a pathetic whimper. Leshawna held Harold close, not caring if she got her shirt stained in his blood. "…It…It just isn't fair…"

"Leshawna…Believe me…Seeing you okay…It's worth it…" Harold weakly chuckled.

This was too much for the plus-sized teen to handle and she broke down crying. Leshawna sobbed as she clutched Harold as tight as she could, never wanting to let go.

"Leshawna…"

Leshawna pulled away and looked down at Harold with a tear-stained face. "W-What?" She asked.

"Don't cry…" Harold said. "Please…Please smile for me…I don't want to die seeing you upset."

"H-Harold, don't talk like that!!" Leshawna cried. "You're…You're going to be okay!!"

"Please…Smile for me…"

It took all of her will, but Leshawna managed to force a smile for Harold. The redhead smiled weakly and placed a hand on her face.

"I…I love you, Leshawna…" Harold wheezed.

Leshawna sniffed. "Baby, I love you too…"

Leshawna pulled Harold in for a kiss. As the mismatched couple kissed, Leshawna wished it would never end.

Sadly, it did. Leshawna felt Harold stop kissing her and pulled away, her eyes wide with fear. Harold's eyes were closed and he had gone limp, but despite his condition, he had a peaceful smile on his face.

"H-Harold?..." Leshawna asked. She got no answer. "…H-Harold?" Still no answer. Leshawna started panicking. "Harold! Baby, no! NO!!"

As much as Leshawna refused to believe it, there was nothing she could do. Her beloved Harold, whom had just given his life to protect her from a would-be rapist, was dead. An ambulance arrived, but no one would have heard its sirens over Leshawna's screams of anguish.

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Leshawna sat in a pew at church with the rest of the campers, listening to people talk about Harold, whose body was in a casket behind the speaker. Leshawna was so wrapped up her painful memories of that night that she didn't hear her name being summoned to the front. Bridgette poking her brought her back to reality and Leshawna stood up, approaching the stage and facing the large crowd that had gathered in the church to mourn Harold.

Taking a deep breath, Leshawna finally said what she had to say. "Harold…He was truly one of a kind. Before I met him, if you had told me that I would…Hook up with Harold, I wouldn't have believed it. But there we were…Steadily dating ever since that show ended." Leshawna said as she wiped her eyes. "The entire time after the show, Harold…He treated me like a queen, despite my protests. He…He was the best guy a girl could ask for, and…And he chose me…I…I was the luckiest girl in the world…"

Leshawna turned away from the microphone and struggled to regain her composure, but couldn't stop herself from breaking down for a few seconds. When she finally managed to partly gain her composure, Leshawna turned back to the microphone.

"…When most people saw Harold, they…They saw him as a nerd…The popular girls at school always…Always wondered how he could get a girl like me to like him…" Leshawna said, her voice starting to crack. "…But they never knew…What kind of guy Harold was…If you were a friend of Harold…You…You were extremely fortunate to have a friend like him…" Leshawna, although on the verge of an emotional breakdown, was determined to finish and continued. "That night…Harold…He died protecting me…That would show anyone…How much he loved me…And even though he's gone…I still love him…"

Leshawna couldn't take any more. She left the stage in tears and returned to her seat, sobbing into her hands. Leshawna sat there as several other people, including people from the show, got up on stage and talked about Harold, but she wasn't really paying attention. In fact, she didn't even notice one of the speakers place a comforting hand on her shoulder until he had already passed her to return to his seat.

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The weeks crawled along for Leshawna. Her friends had noticed that she wasn't really the fun-loving girl she used to be. Ever since the night at the club, she hadn't been the same. Her nightmares about Harold had finished a few days ago, but that still didn't stop Leshawna from feeling upset about it.

Currently, Leshawna was sitting in her room, slowly typing out something on her computer. Leshawna sighed as she paused her work and held her head in her hands. She couldn't get that horrible night out of her head and knew that it would be with her for the rest of her life. She would never want to forget about what Harold had done for her, but every time she remembered Harold, she knew that he wouldn't be coming back.

Suddenly, Leshawna's phone started ringing. Leshawna stared at her phone for a few seconds before deciding to answer it.

"Hello?" Leshawna asked, wiping her eyes.

"Hey, Leshawna." Gwen's voice replied.

"Gwen…Girl, I'm sorry I haven't called you in a while…" Leshawna said.

"It's okay. I understand what you're going through." Gwen assured. "You sound upset. You still thinking about him?"

Leshawna sighed sadly. "Yeah." She admitted.

"Leshawna, you can't let a sad event keep you down for the rest of your life." Gwen said. "Look, Trent and I are in town. You want to meet us at the coffee shop on First Street and we'll get together?"

"Oh, I couldn't…"

"Leshawna, I insist. Please. Harold wouldn't want you to spend the rest of your life miserable."

The plus-sized girl thought over what Gwen said before managing a weak smile. "Okay. Sounds good. I'll be over there in about ten minutes." She said.

"Take your time, Leshawna."

Leshawna hung up and stood up. She walked towards the door to her room, heading out of it. She would never forget about Harold, but would always remember that he loved her, and she would always love him in return.

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Author's note: I was surprised at the lack of Harold x Leshawna fics around here. They're my favourite couple because they're such polar opposites (I know Duncan x Courtney is like that as well, but there's enough fics about them as it is).

The next three chapters will be this same event through the eyes of three other people before finishing the story through Harold's perspective.