I lay down in my room and resolve nothing in my mind. I even create a note on my phone listing all of my thoughts. I begin to think to when we started dating, how easy it was. Come to think of it, the only fight we really had was when I thought he was cheating on me. This really is our first big fight. Other than this summer, this is the first time I thought I might actually lose him.

I somehow end up going back to my mom's closet to continue my thoughts. I'd give anything right now to talk to her and ask her for advice. I guess her closet is the closest thing I have to her right now, and I need her desperately. She always knew what to tell me when I was going through tough times like this.

I open her jewelry box and begin to look through all of her necklaces and bracelets that my dad had gotten her over the years. She loves her jewelry.

I laugh to myself thinking about how my dad would always get her jewelry for every Christmas and birthday, but she never got tired of it.

I pull the necklace out that I've always adored. A diamond in the shape of a heart hangs from the end. It's simple, but I love how it was the first necklace my dad for my mom. She has told me the story a million times about how he got it for her on their one year anniversary in high school.

My hand moves to grab the necklace that falls around my collarbone, the paper plane pendant that Harry gave me. I haven't taken it off since he gave it to me. It means so much more than a diamond to me, the meaning of it making it so much more valuable to any diamond.


"Aubrey,"

"Harry, I just need some time." I plead when he enters my mother's closet a few hours after I had left him alone.

"Your dad's on the phone.." He holds out the phone towards me and I grab it, feeling bad for snapping at him.

"Dad?" I say into the phone. My heart sinks with the thought of what he is about to say. I pray to God it's not bad news. I don't know how I will move on if I lose her.

"Aubrey, your mom's going to be okay." I can hear his tears of happiness over the phone.

"What? How do you know?" I gasp, unable to grasp what I've just been told.

"The doctors just got the test results back from her MRI... She's going to be okay." He breaks down.

"Dad, I can't believe it." The tears fall from my eyes. I had thought I was going to lose her, and finally, that terrible feeling has left my body.

"I know, sweetie, but they are taking her in for more tests now, so you will be able to see her tomorrow. Please get some sleep for me?"

"I'll try, I love you dad, tell mom I love her too."

"I will, I love you Aubrey." He says before hanging up.


"What did he say?" Harry asks and looks at me and frowns.

"She's going to be okay." I finally smile. I feel like I haven't smiled in months, but it feels like such a good relief.

"Oh, Aubrey." He wraps his arms around me tightly. I let the tears of joy fall from my eyes as I embrace him.

"I'm so sorry for everything, baby, please forgive me." He pulls back and looks at me. His eyes are pooling with tears.

"Please don't ever say you're not good enough for me, because you are. You are so much more than you give yourself credit. It hurt me more to hear you say those things about yourself than what you said to me." I wipe the lone tear that falls from his eye.

"I love you so much, Harry. I can never lose you, so please don't push me away. I'm not going anywhere." I promise before kissing him.

I feel at home for once when his lips move in sync with mine. I've missed this so much, I feel like I'm going to pass out from my overwhelming emotions right now.

"I love you so, so much Aubrey. I'm so sorry, and I will make it up to you." He holds my face in his hands and peppers kisses across cheek and lips.

With the weight of my mother's health now off my shoulders, it finally gave me a minute to think about Harry and I, and it was all I needed. Between our talk and his beautiful song earlier, and the fact that he is the one standing in front of me right now to help me through this tough time made me realize I need him.

I know that the Harry who told me to move back home wasn't the real Harry. I know he just had a moment of weakness, and I can accept that. Neither of us are perfect, and we're bound to have our bad days. I made the terrible mistake of breaking up with him in the summer, so I can not be mad at him for his mistake.

"Harry?" I whisper as we stand in a right embrace.

"Yeah baby?" He looks down at me and tucks some hair behind my ear.

"Thank you for realizing you were a dick." I laugh and wipe my eyes from the tears. "But really, thank you for being here." I become serious and kiss his cheek.

"Of course." He smiles and kisses the top of my head. "Thank you for giving me another chance."

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For the first time in days, I am able to wake up with out a worry. My mom is going to be okay, and Harry and I have worked things out. It's such a relief to finally have everything back together. I don't know how much longer I could've handled all of that before I broke.

I get out of bed and throw on Harry's shirt before I go to find him. I'm surprised he still isn't sleeping seeing how it's only seven in the morning.

I find him back out on the balcony, only in his sweatpants looking sexy as all hell. I quietly open the door without him noticing so I can listen to him play on the guitar and hum along. The combination of the guitar and the hustle and bustle of New York City below us is perfection.

"Youre not very sneaky, you know." I can hear the smirk in Harry's voice.

I laugh and walk over to sit next to him.

"Your hands down best ever make-up sex" He sings a line of the song he sang to me yesterday and grins.

"It was good, huh?" We laugh and he sets the guitar to the side and pulls me on his lap.

"I like listening to you play." I tell him and rest my head on his bare shoulder.

"I like you." He smiles and hugs me.

"Really Harry! Maybe you can do something with music? You're really good."

"You have to say that!" He laughs. "I just like doing it for fun."

"I think it would be perfect for you."

"Maybe." He shrugs. "When do you want to go see your mum?"

"Soon."

"Are you sure you're okay? You've gone through a lot in the past few days..." Harry asks.

"Yeah, I feel much better. I hate fighting with you, Harry." I admit.

"Im sorry I was such an ass,"

"I know... I love you." I look up at him.

"I love you more." He smiles and steals a kiss.

Notes

Hi guys! So I just want to give you a heads up... I'm going to New York tonight (I'm very excited :D), so I am not sure how often I will be able to update in the next few days. I will still be writing as much as I can, and I will try to post when I have the time!

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