A week had passed by and classes were as slow and boring as usual. Harry and I try to see each other as much as possible but with assignments, studying, and our different programs, it gets hard, so he's only come over twice this past week. College isn't as fun as I imagined, it seems like all there is to do is study, go to class, and go back to our dorms. I want to actually go out, but it seems the only way people socialize around here are at frat parties, which I tend to avoid now. I had spent the days that I wasn't with Harry, catching up with Audrey like old times. I told her everything about Seth and she was surprised, to say the least. As for Seth, I pay no attention to him in our classes, although he keeps trying to talk to me. I feel rude ignoring him, but I know exactly what he's trying to do, and I know Harry won't be happy if he finds me speaking to him. It's currently Friday, and Christmas break starts this weekend and I truthfully can't wait to finally go home. It doesn't feel like I have already been in school for a full 3 months. Time really does fly. I miss my mom a lot but thankfully, that will be changing very soon.

I slid my heavy backpack over my shoulders and settled my large carry on bag in both my hands. I faced my back to the mirror and turned my head around, making sure that I had my phone tucked into my back pocket. Once I figured I had everything, I somehow managed to squeeze my way out of my door. I did the familiar walk down my hallway, and once I got myself settled inside the elevator, I pressed floor seven. I groaned as I dropped my heavy bags outside of Harry's door, patiently waiting for him to come out. After several seconds, I knocked again, only to be surprised by the blonde headed boy standing in front of me. He gave me a quick smile as he eyed my bags that were now laying on the hallway floor, before taking one of them in his hands. He placed the bag against the wall of the kitchen before helping me with my second bag.

"Harry's still in class, he should be back soon though." He smiled at me before walking back into his room, silently closing the door behind him.

I huffed as I slid off my jacket and shoes, making my way through Harry's closed door. I collapsed on his bed and momentarily closed my eyes. I couldn't wait to be home, and I was actually looking forward to the long drive that was going to be spent with Harry. While waiting for him, I decided on calling my mom. I sat up from his bed once I heard the other line ringing.

"Hello?" Just the sound of her familiar voice can always put me in a good mood.

"Hi mom." I smiled.

"Oh hi sweetie! Are you already on your way?" The excitement in her voice only made my smile grow.

"No not yet, Harry's still in class, but we should be leaving as soon as he gets back." I had told my mom about Harry and I as soon as I knew our relationship wasn't just a thing anymore. After we confessed our love for each other, I knew she had the right to know and I knew she would be nothing but happy for me. She was thrilled to meet him, but I could tell he was extremely nervous.

"Alright honey, call or text me once you're in the car. I love you."

"I will. I love you too, bye mom." I hung up the phone and smiled to myself, before placing it down on the bed beside me. I let out a deep breath and stood up, pacing around the large room in front of me.

I ran my fingertips across the clothes that were hanging from Harry's closet, his scent instantly filling my nose. I smiled as I pulled my favourite plaid shirt of his from the hanger, replacing it with the sweater I was wearing just seconds ago. I folded my sweater and placed it on his bed, buttoning up each of the buttons as I sat down at Harry's desk chair. I spun myself around a few times before stopping, and letting my fingers run across the deep brown, hardwood desk. I found myself looking at the empty picture frame that was sitting on his desk, before opening the small desk drawer. I let my eyes roam around the crammed area, pencils, pens, more pencils, paper, tape, a stapler. I found myself giggling at how organized he was, but just as I was about to close the drawer, I found myself staring at an old, leathered book hidden in the corner of the small space. Curiosity took over me and I furrowed my brows together, as I reached for the thick beaten up book. As I stared down at it, I realized that it was not a book, but it was more of a journal, or a diary, I assumed, as I noticed the two thick straps that were wrapped around it and secured with a small lock. There was a quote written messily outside of the old leather, but I couldn't make out what it read. I frowned as I began to search the desk drawer for the key, not able to spot it anywhere. I moved my small fingers to the top of the journal where the pages were, and tried to open it, but it wouldn't bulge. I was just stretching the leather even more than it already was.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Stunned, I couldn't move. My breath caught in my throat as I turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the small book in my hands. I watched as his chest rose and fell erratically, taunting me. He slammed the door shut as he slowly made his way towards me, and for the first time since I've known him, I was actually scared of him. He towered over me and his face was fixed in a hard glare. It was quiet for a few seconds before his angry voice spoke again.

"I said, what the fuck are you doing?" His words came out slow, but his voice was loud. He ripped the book out of my hands and stared at me with pure disgust. Around me, the air seemed to fill with the sound of my unsteady heartbeat.

"I..." My words were frozen. My head was telling me what to say, but my mouth was stuck.

"You were snooping around my shit, weren't you?" He leaned down, so he was now eye level with me. His eyes were no longer the light green ones that I fell in love with. Our faces were inches apart and I found myself pushing the chair as far back as I could. His brows furrowed together, but his face still held the same hard glare.

"Why are you moving away from me? Say something!" He shouted, causing the tears I didn't know I had, fall from my eyes.

"Harry.. Y-You're scaring me..." I managed to get out. The last thing I saw before I squeezed my eyes shut, was his face slightly soften. Silence filled the room and I flinched when I felt a hand gently cup the side of my face. More silence went by, until I heard a loud sigh come from the boy who was standing in front of me.

"Emma.." His tone was much softer than before, but I didn't answer. "Emma, please look at me." When I opened my eyes again, I looked into the green of Harry's eyes. "I'm sorry.." He murmured. "I didn't mean to freak out on you like that." My gaze traveled over his face, his skin was still slightly red from his outburst. When my eyes met his, all I could see was them clouded in sadness. I shrugged and stood up from the chair, feeling his eyes on me as I grabbed my sweater and phone from his bed.

"We should probably get going before we hit traffic, it's getting late." I walked into the kitchen without another word. I slowly pulled on my jacket, and as I was sliding my boots over my feet, I noticed that I was feeling absolutely nothing. I was no longer scared or upset, I just felt empty. I shrugged my backpack over my shoulders and steadied my heavy bag underneath my arm. I waited by the door and watched as Harry came from his room, a duffle bag hanging from his shoulder. He slid on his jacket and shoes in silence before walking over to me. He shouted a goodbye to Niall over his shoulder, before stepping out into the hallway. On our silent walk towards the elevators, he took my hand in his. I let him, but I didn't grasp his hand back in any kind of way. I felt his eyes burn into the side of my face, but I did nothing but watch the numbers slowly decrease down to the main lobby. I heard a sigh come from behind me as I made my way out of the elevator, heading towards the revolving doors. I felt my heavy bag escape from my fingers, and when I turned around, I noticed Harry holding it in his hands, as his eyes stared blankly ahead of us. I slid my body in the passengers seat while Harry started to fill the trunk with our bags. I was broken away from my daze when the sound of his car door startled me. I turned my head to meet his eyes, and watched as he placed a small kiss onto my lips. He sighed quietly before starting the car, and heading onto the busy road. I wanted nothing more than to know what he was thinking, but that was the problem with Harry, he is too private and closed off. Just minutes ago, his eyes held sadness and guilt, but now his face is holding absolutely no emotion as his eyes are fixed on the road ahead of us. I shifted in my seat and leaned my body against the hard door, resting my head against the cold window. Just as I was about to close my eyes, his soft voice stopped me.

"It was Gemma's."

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