Clarys´ POV:

My view flashed over to Rosy, who still cried hysterically and I sighed deeply and stretched my fingers one more time before I opened the door again.

He still stood there like nothing happened and opened his mouth.

“I thought you´re Taylors´ Mum”, I informed him.

“I thought you are Rosys´ babysitter”, he clarified himself as well.

“I am”, I said, but added: “clearly not a good one as you can tell.” My voice went frustrated since I couldn´t even handle a toddler. His eyes flashed a little bit and he looked into the flat.

“You want me to come in?”, he asked for my permission. I sighed and felt my silly little heart bumping in my chest.

“Honestly?” He laughed and showed the biggest emotion since he arrived.

“No, lie to me.” I didn´t wanted to, but I had to smile. (A/N: I know it´s from The first time, but it´s perfect, isn´t it?)

“I don´t, but I really need your help.” He nodded like he understand my point, but stepped in.

“Hey, little bug”, he said softly as he got closer to Rosy, who glanced at him with big eyes.

“I really tried everything to make her stop, but she cries and cries and I don´t know what to do”, I stumbled quietly.

“What´s wrong with you, huh?”, he asked and picked her up and kissed her forehead. She stopped screaming, but the tears still rolled over her face and she sobbed out of breath.

I didn´t wondered about that, I would be done after nearly an hour of crying as well. Harry started to walk up and down the room just like I did for the last minutes and looked at me.

“You wanna change your clothes?”, he asked and I raised my eyebrows in a confused way.

“I think she emptied her stomach on your shirt”, he grinned and I looked down at the puke on the sweater. I nodded my head of awkwardness since I welcomed him with a vomit shirt.

“I´ll be back in a second”, I excused myself and stepped into my room to change. I picked up the first thing I could grab, which was an oversized print shirt with a superman sign on the chest, before I sent Taylor an angry text.

Me: Harry, really? Couldn´t you get anyone else?

I left the room and as soon as I stepped out of the door I realized the silence in the apartment. She stopped. She really stopped crying.

But I heard something else and as I stepped in the living room I found Harry standing at the window, him and Rosy staring out at the street.

Harry sung quietly and I didn´t recognized the song until I stepped closer. His voice was one of the most beautiful things I ever heard and I remembered thousands of times I had listened to it, when he had sung under the shower or while he was cooking.

Isn't she lovely?
Isn't she wonderfull ?
Isn't she precious?
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love ?

I smiled over the sadness in his voice and sighed quietly. The sound made him turn and he smiled at me, but didn´t stopped singing.

As I saw Rosys´ tired eyes I knew why. She was on her way to fall asleep and I shook my head in disbelief. I sat down on the couch and listened to Harrys´ voice as we waited for her to drift into her sleep. As she was he carried her over to the bedroom and laid her down into her bed and shut the door quietly behind him.

“Singing. That was something I didn´t came up with”, I sighed exhausted.

“Probably because you doesn´t know she loves it since you weren´t here”, he replied and hurted me badly. I knew that I hadn´t been here and I hated every single day as well.

He seemed to see the pain in my face and added more softly: “I´m sorry, I didn´t meant to hurt you.” I closed my eyes aggrieved, but nodded.

“Really, Clary...”, he said my name and made everything only worse, “...that was stupid.”

“No, I mean you´re right, but I never thought I would suck so much”, I breathed out faintly.

“She just needs some time to get used to people”, he chuckled. “That´s all.” I smiled at him shyly.

How could he feel so close and so far away at the same time, while he was just standing across the room?

“Do you want me to go?”, he questioned me and pointed at the door.

“No! What if she wakes up again?”, I answered panicky. But I knew that that wasn´t the only reason. He dropped next to me on the sofa and laughed.

“What´s so funny?”, I asked.

“Nice shirt”, he pointed to the superman symbol.

“Didn´t helped me at all”, I yammered and he laughed even more. God, how much I had missed this sound.

“You´re hungry?”, he suddenly asked and I nodded.

“I order some pizza”, he decided and pulled out his mobile phone.

“I´d like to have one with...”, I started, but he finished my sentence: “Pineapple and ham.” I raised my eyebrows and he seemed to be surprised about his words as well. He held his fingers still for some seconds before he dialed the number again. This could get good or end in a total disaster and I clearly wasn´t sure, whether I would prefer.

Flashback:

“I can´t imagine sleeping alone again”, I sighed deeply as I starred down at our crossed fingers.

“We could fall asleep on skype”, he suggested and I frowned.

“That´s not the same”, I groaned.

My mother actually allowed me to spend the whole last days over at Harrys´, including the nights. I breathed him in and tried to lock the scent somewhere in the back of my head to be able to remember him, when I was back in Germany.

“You know some people manage this distant-relationship thing very well”, he mumbled into my hair.

“Harry...”, I groaned angrily since he knew I hated to talk about that.

“No, Clary. We should talk about it somehow and you´re already leaving in three days so we´re clearly running out of time”, he said stubborn. We both knew he was right, but I didn´t wanted and I felt like I couldn´t deal with the situation right now.

“Harry, I said leave it alone. You´re ruining the moment!”

He tried to sat up, which was really difficult since my head rested on his chest. After he managed to get out of his bed, he started to walk up and down. I opened my mouth and started to talk, but he implied me to stop and I shut up. I was already searching for circles in the floor as he finally stopped and glanced at me.

“I won´t let you go”, he said and my eyes grew big.

“No, I´m serious. I can´t stand the thought of you, being with another guy over the big ocean”, he continued.

“Harry...”, I sighed.

“Clary, you´re acting childish, if you still pretend nothing will change in only three dammed days!”, he raised his voice.

“I´m acting childish? Why? Because I don´t want to talk about me already leaving? Don´t you think I should try to spend the time left with you and don´t waste any stupid thoughts about moving?”, my voice sounded angry and higher than normally.

“But what´s supposed to happen after that? I wave you goodbye at the airport and we pretend like we never got to know each other?”, he raised his shoulders unbelievably.

“I don´t know, but I never had been a fan of this distant-relationship shit. I mean it´s never working out even if the lovers are just separated by cities and not countries!”, I snapped at him.

“So, you just hug me goodbye and leave? Like end our relationship?”, his voice was faintly hysterically.

“I....I don´t know, maybe, NO!”, I corrected myself as I saw his expression.

“You don´t know? That´s all?”, he asked harshly.

“What do you expect me to say? What do you want to hear?”, I asked raging.

“You´re just leaving and all you pretend like nothing´s going to change!”

“I´m sorry, my parents decided to move back and that I´m underaged so I can´t make my own decisions!”, I yelled at him and stood up from the bed as well. As if I would have wanted any of this, but he didn´t seemed to understand. He tried to blame me for leaving, but I wasn´t the right one to address to.

“You could come up with a plan and tell me how you think we two can keep in contact!”, he shouted back.

“We could take your amazing notion and skype 24hours a day!”, I said cruel.

“At least I had any idea!”

“Well, it sucks then!”

“The only idea you had was packing your bags and weaving goodbye at the airport and move on with our lives!”, he screamed.

“If that´s the only rational decision, maybe we have to!”, I screamed out. His face turned into an injured mask and he starred at me.

“You´re really willed to do that, aren´t you?”, he asked quietly. The silence stood between us and I refused to answer. I said what I knew for the last 10 days already, but I was a coward and tried to act like I didn´t.

“That´s the only possible decision”, I whispered.

He hawked shortly: “Do you expect me to bring anything as a goodbye and break up present? Something like a reminder of the past few months?”, he asked cold.

“I think you shouldn´t...you shouldn´t come at all”, I mumbled. His face got shocked.

“You want to break up right here?”, he asked unbelievably.

“There´s no point to take this any longer...”, I let out so quietly that I wasn´t sure if he heard me at all, but he had.

“That´s it?”, he asked and I refused to look into his eyes so I starred at his lips.

“Looks like it, that´s it”, I nodded since I couldn´t get any clearer.

I grabbed my shoes and headed to his door, but before I actually got out of the room I turned one last time and said over my shoulder: “I´m so sorry.”

And with that I left the room behind. I left Harry behind. It hurted too much so I decided that I left him behind. Just him.

Notes

Dun. dun. dun.

Do you think that Clary´s a bitch for acting like she did?
What do you think about the situation both of them are in at that moment? Being together in a flat only with Rosy?

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