One hour later...

I run up the stairs to avoid gran and Harry's parents to go pack my bags. I need to leave. Now.

My shirt is soaked with my tears, I don't even know why I'm crying anymore. There are too many things on my mind.

I throw everything I can into my purple suitcase, not even bothering to talk to Harry who is laying on the bed watching televison. I don't care if he's going through something, he had no right to say those things to me.

"Can you bring me to the airport?" I ask Harry when I finish packing my things.

"Ask gran." He says, not even looking at me.

Wow. I'm trying so hard not to lose it. I want to yell at him for being such an asshole, but I have too much going on. This isn't important right now, I just need to go home.

"I can't believe you." I scoff in between the tears falling from my eyes.

He continues to flip through the channels on the television, refusing to acknowledge my presence. I am beyond shocked he hasn't realized he's been an ass and tried to apologize... I guess that's just more the reason to get out of here fast.

I shake my head and continue downstairs, hopefully gran can bring me, my flight is in a few hours.

"Aubrey, sweetie what's going on? Where are you going?" The confusion is written all over gran's face when I come downstairs with red, wet eyes and a suitcase.

All of a sudden I am unable to speak. I drop my bags and hug gran.

"Will you bring me to the airport." I breath.

"Of course... Aubrey, are you moving back home?" She asks me.

"My mom is really sick, she's in the hospital I need to go." It's hard to catch my breath.

"Oh Aubrey." Her face pales. "Harry can't bring you?" She asks and my heart breaks.

"He doesn't want to... Gran I don't know what is going on with him, but I think he just broke up with me." I cry more.

"Go get your bags in the car, I'll be right out okay? It's going to be okay." She hugs me again before I go out to her car.


Harry's POV

"Harry, get down here!" Gran yells from downstairs.

Fucking great, she's going to yell at me.

"What?" I snap when I get downstairs. Aubrey isn't here, so I'm hoping she already left.

"Why is Aubrey crying! And I know it's not because of her mother, she's been a mess since this morning."

"What are you talking about?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"What did you do?" She folds her arms and waits for a response.

"Nothing. I just told her what we both already knew. I'm going no where in life, and she'll end up finding someone better, like she deserves." I shrug.

"Oh Harry, what has gotten into you? You have hurt this girl more than you know, and she's done nothing. I am so disappointed in you. I hope you plan on fixing this when she comes back."

"She's not coming back, she's moving back home, like she should." I tell her.

I hate how she's trying to get in the middle of this, she knows nothing.

I don't know why Aubrey got so upset, I just told her the obvious. Every fucking person around me is successful or will be, but I will never be. I'm going no where in this pathetic life of mine, so she deserves better.

"No she's not? Harry, her mothers in the hospital!" gran looks confused.

"What?" All the blood drains from my face.

"Aubrey's not moving, she just needs to go see her mother, she's very sick."

"Fuck!" I yell, not caring that my grandmother is right here.

"Why don't you take her to the airport, please apologize. I don't know where my old Harry is, but you need to bring him back."

"she didn't leave?" I breath, my heart is racing.

I fucked everything up, why, why, why!

"No, she's waiting in the car."

I don't even respond before grabbing the keys and running to the garage.


Aubrey's POV

"Just great." I mutter to myself when I see Harry open the door to the garage.

"Aubrey-"

"Is gran coming?" I cut him off.

"No, I'm bringing you." He gets into the car.

"Well than can we please go?"

"Yeah.." He says quietly and starts the car.

"Aubrey please listen to me." He begins.

"Harry, I don't want to talk, or listen. I need to get home. You got what you wanted, now just leave me alone." I can't help the sobs. I thought I had cried everything in me, but I guess not.

"I'm so sorry..." He says and runs a hand through his hair.

"Stop." I shake my head and close my eyes before leaning against the cool glass window.

"I'm coming with you." He states and parks the car.

"No, you're not." I tell him as he removes my bag against my will.

"You don't have a ticket." Ha.

"I'll get one. Aubrey, stop!" He yells when I walk towards the security check.

"Harry I need to go! I need to get home!"

Fuck. I didn't want to cry in the airport, but I'm falling apart. Things with Harry are terrible, and my mom is about to fucking die! I feel like I can't do anything either, I'm useless. My heart is filled with pain and fear, a terrible combination.

"Aubrey, she's going to be okay." He says in a calm voice.

I let him hug me tightly as I cry. I make no attempt to put my arms around him, and keep them at my side. I refuse to forgive him before we talk.

"I should go." I wipe my eyes and pick up my bags.

"I'm coming with." He says again, but this time I ignore him. There's no way he is, the plane leaves in an hour and he has no ticket or anything packed.

I walk towards the security line and slowly make my way through. I don't see Harry, so I'm hoping he went home. I can't deal with him right now, I can only handle one thing, and my mother is much more important.

I finally check my bags and make it to the gate. The plane boards soon, but until then; I wait.

"I told you I was coming." Harry sits down next to me, out of breath.

"How?" I look at him confused.

"I just got a ticket. Now please let me explain.."

"You don't have a bag?"

"I don't need anything. Well, I need you to listen."

"No. Please. I don't want to talk." I rub my forehead with my hand.

I should've taken some Tylenol, all of this stress is giving me a massive headache. I'm thankful when Harry keeps quiet, but the wait to board this plane is making me anxious.

Once we finally board the plane, I take my seat and get confused when Harry doesn't sit next to me, but then I remember we didn't buy our tickets together.

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"I'll bring your bags back to your parents, you go to the hospital." Harry tells me once we get off the plane and I thank him.

I am beyond confused with his sudden change in attitude, but all I care about right now is seeing my mom.

I get to the hospital in twenty minutes and call my dad to see where they are. I practically run up three flights of stairs to find them, and the tears are already rubbing down my face.

I take a breather before I enter the room, and the fear resurfaces. The call from my father was the scariest moment in my life, I don't ever want to feel like that again.

"Dad." I cry and run over to him.

He pulls me to his chest and holds me tight until my sobs thin out.

"Hi honey." He holds my face and kisses my forehead.

His eyes are bloodshot, probably from crying and lack of sleep, which breaks my heart further. My poor father has to watch the love of his life nearly dying.

"Is she going to be okay?" My voice is shaky when I walk over to my mom, who is sleeping in the hospital bed.

She's hooked up to multiple machines and she looks thin and weak. I can barely recognize her.

"They don't know." He admits and sits next to me.

"I'm scared, dad." I begin crying again and he takes my hand.

"Me too, Aubrey, me too."

A small knock on the door interrupts us. We both turn around to see Harry standing there awkwardly.

"Oh Harry, thanks for coming with my girl." My dad stands up to shake his hand. Oh dad, if only you knew.

"Of course," Harry nods. "I'm sorry about your wife..." He says.

"Thank you... Aubrey, why don't you head home with Harry and get some rest. I'm sure you two are exhausted, and you're mother will be sleeping for awhile. I'll call you if anything happens." My dad looks at me.

"It's fine, I can stay." I tell him. I don't want to go back with Harry.

"Aubrey, you should get some rest." Harry adds and my dad agrees.

"I promise to call you." My dad says and I give in. I guess I should get some sleep, I'm emotionally and physically drained.

"I love you mom." I whisper to her even though she can't hear me. I wipe the tear from my eye and kiss her cheek.

"Aubrey, thank you for coming, I love you so much kiddo." My dad hugs me again, making my cry more.

"I love you too, dad. I'll see you later." I manage to say before I force myself to leave the room with Harry.

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"How are you feeling?" Harry asks me when we get back to my parents place.

"Pretty fucking shitty, Harry!" I yell. All of a sudden, my pent up anger and frustration surfaces. "I'm so angry with you, I'm scared for my mom, I don't even know why you would ask me that!"

"Aubrey..." He begins to move towards me.

"No, you can't act like an asshole for no reason and then do this." I wave my hands dramatically. "You shouldn't have come here." I tell him and walk upstairs, leaving him behind.


I end up going to my parents room before crying the rest of my tears. I'm so mad at Harry, furious really. I hate that he's here, confusing me even more than I already am.

I forget about my boyfriend, or whatever he is at the moment, when I see my mothers closet door open. I walk in and the tears flow faster when the familiar scent of her favorite Chanel perfume invades my senses.

"Please don't leave me, mom." I whisper to myself and wrap my favorite sweater of hers around me.

I fall to the floor and cry for what feels like hours. Everything in my life is falling apart, and I can't handle it. I wish I could escape from everything. This is too much for me to handle.

Notes

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