Harry's POV

The flight here was long, and I could tell it was torturous for Aubs. This couldn't have come at a worse time. I know she wants to stay with her mum and dad, but they don't want to hold her back. I don't know what I would do if I was in her situation, so I'm just trying my best to support her. I wish I could take the pain away for her. It hurts me so much to see her like this, I just want her to be happy.

"Baby, we're here." I whisper and push her hair out of her face as we land at the London airport. I'm glad she got some rest and fell asleep for a couple of hours. I know she's exhausted between all of the traveling and the news she received earlier.

She quietly lifts her head off of my shoulder and wipes her eyes with her hand. I take her hand as we get off the plane and head to the baggage claim so we can get home. It's only seven in the morning here, but I want to get back and rest, and I want her to get some more sleep too.

Her silence as we walk through the terminal out to the pick up zone kills me inside. I know her thoughts are consuming her right now, and I don't know what to do. It's so frustrating that I can't help her.

"Are you okay?" I ask her as we wait for Gran to come and pick us up.

She nods before leaning against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and pull her to my chest to show her that I'm here for her.

"Gran's here." I say against her hair and grab both of our suitcases.

"Harry! Aubrey!" Fuck. I'm sure Aubrey is not in the mood for gran's excitement right now.

"Hey gran." I smile and hug her.

"Hi gran, how are you." Aubrey embraces my grandmother.

"I'm great now, sweetie. Let's get you two home, you look exhausted."

To my relief, she doesn't press either of us for questions. We load up in her car and begin the short drive back home. I can't help but take a deep breath as we drive. I'm home, and Aubrey's with me. I feel unworthy of how things have turned out. I need to pinch myself, because this must be a dream.

"Why don't you kids go rest up and I'll make you some breakfast." Gran smiles as we walk into the familiar home. "It's so good to have you two back."

"Thanks gran." I smile and take Aubrey's hand to lead us upstairs.

"Do you want to take a nap or shower?" I suggest to Aubrey once we get to my room. Her quietness is still hard for me, but I know she's got a lot on her plate at the moment.

I'm surprised when she just shakes her head and walks over to where I'm sitting on the bed. I pull her onto my lap and hold her as she begins to cry. My heart breaks into a million pieces for her. I hate seeing the girl I love like this.

"Aubrey, don't cry, baby."

"I don't know what to do Harry." She says in between weeps.

"It's going to be okay.." I don't know what to say. I have no idea how I can help her. "Do you want to call your mum?" I suggest, maybe that will comfort her.

"She'll be okay right?" She ignores the question and looks up at me, her eyes red and wet. I wipe away the tears that have fallen to her soft cheeks and kiss her temple.

"Yes." I nod. "You're parents told you she will be okay. Everything will be fine, your mum is strong, just like you." I reassure her.

"I just.. I should be there, shouldn't I?"

"Don't feel guilty, Aubs. Your parents want you to be here."

"I know.." She sniffles as I pull her back to my chest. "I'm sorry for being a mess." She laughs and wipes her eyes.

"I've missed your laugh." I smile and she returns an uneasy grin. "And don't apologize, you're not a mess." She has every right to be feeling like this. I admire her strength, despite the tears, she's still here.

"I'm sure you want to go see the boys, why don't you go hang out with them and I'll stay back with gran?"

"That's okay, baby. I'd rather be here with you." I tell her the truth.

Yes, I would love to see the guys, but they aren't going anywhere. And Aubrey needs me. She is already here despite everything that has gone on. Her dream school is in California and her parents are in New York, but she's in England... With me. I will do everything in my ability to make her feel comfortable here, and make sure she knows moving to England was a good decision. I will not lose her again.

"If you're feeling better tomorrow, we can go to Louis'. He's having people over and the girls want to see you." I explain.

"We should go."

"We'll see." I don't want to pressure her.

"I love you, Harry." She whispers.

"I love you, too." I kiss the top of her head. Every time she says those three words, my heart goes crazy. It will never get old.

"I love this necklace, too." I can't tell she's smiling as she plays with the paper plane pendant on the necklace I'm wearing. "Why do you wear it all of the time?"

I don't know why I've never told her, I guess it just never came up.

"I don't know, my grandparents gave it to me before we moved to Arizona. Gran had some corny explanation like 'even though you'll be in America, we'll still love you' and my grandpa just said it was because we traveled so much. After my grandpa.." I trail off, the memory of his death is still so vivid in my mind, and too much to think about. "I never took it off after gran told me it was his before they gave it to me."

"That's sweet." She smiles and kisses my cheek. "Do you miss him?"

"Yeah. A lot." I admit and close my eyes trying not to choke up. I never openly talk about him with anyone but gran, well not until I met Aubrey.

"He was more like a father to me than a grandfather. We were really close."

"Harry, Aubrey! I have breakfast ready down here!" Gran stops the conversation that is getting far too emotional for my liking.

"You should wear it." I suggest and pull it off my neck. Her eyes widen, and I can tell she doesn't know what to say.

"You moved all the way here from America for me. My grandparents gave it to me because I left here, but now I'm back, so you should have it." I clasp the chain at the nape of her neck.

"Harry, I.."

"It looks better on you." I smile. It really does, it makes me smile to see her wearing it. I love it when she wears me clothes, and now she's wearing my necklace.

"Thank you." She practically whispers and kisses me.

"I love you." I tell her and kiss her again. I don't want her to ever forget.

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Aubrey's POV

After eating breakfast with gran and showering, I feel much more relaxed and at peace with this whole situation. I still can't stop thinking about my mom back in New York, but I know she will be okay. I'm glad Harry has been so great about this. He's been really helpful.

"We should go hang out with the guys." I suggest to Harry as he unpacks his clothes into the wooden dresser.

I'm not really feeling up to it, but maybe if I go I can get my mind off of things for awhile. And I feel bad for keeping Harry here. I love how he wants to make sure I'm okay, but I want to make sure he isn't bored out of his mind.

"It's okay, we can tomorrow." He shrugs and continues to fold his white t-shirts.

"Tonight. I need to do something." I tell him and wrap my arms around him from behind as he stands in front of the dresser.

"Are you sure?" He turns around to look at me, but I keep my arms around his waist.

"Yep." I nod.

"You'll tell me if you want to leave if we go?"

"Yep." I nod again.

"Okay." He smiles and I stand on the tip of my toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

I end up not finishing the unpacking I need to do to get ready. I look like hell from all of the traveling and crying I've done, so I'm going to need some makeup. I decide on jeans and a sweater, it's a little chilly here, and I'm definitely not wearing a dress. Once I've quickly straightened my hair so it's not as unruly, I meet Harry back in his room to tell him I'm ready.

"Perrie said we could all hang out at her house, is that okay?" He asks me.

"Perfect." I smile and we walk downstairs to leave.

"It won't be a lot of people, and we don't have to stay for that long."

"Harry, thank you for everything, but I'm okay." I take his hand in his lap as he begins to drive.

"I know.. I just want you to feel comfortable."

"I do. I'm fine, I promise." I assure him.

"You've done so much for me, moving here and everything..."

"I love you, Harry." I silence him. I don't want him to feel in debt because I moved here. I want to be here. Yes, I wasn't sure if moving here was the best decision, but now I know it is.

"I love you too." He smiles and continues to drive.

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