Harry's P.O.V

The further I drove away from the house, the more guilty I felt. The second I saw Abbey's car pull into the driveway I knew that I had to leave. I couldn't bear to look at Emma as I drove away, knowing that the sadness sewn onto her face would cause me to chant yet another apology the next time I saw her. Music fills the space around me as an attempt to drown out the continuous sound of my vibrating phone coming from the seat beside me. I'm currently spending my Christmas morning parked in the parking lot of Timothy's, sipping on my too fucking hot cup of coffee. I want nothing more than to retrace my route and show up at Emma's front steps but I know that is no longer an option. As my head swarms with thoughts on what the fuck I'm going to do for the rest of the day, I find myself actually contemplating if I should see my mum or not. It's been quite awhile but I don't know if I'm ready to face her, or if I ever will be. I find myself debating on texting Emma to stay over tonight, but I know that if I'm going to tell her about Abbey, it won't be on Christmas Day.

I watch the white snowflakes continuously fall from above, making me thankful for the heat that's blasting through my car vents. Spending Christmas in my car isn't ideal but it's better than spending it alone in my empty house that constantly reminds me of my fucked up family. I can't help but wonder back at what the three women are doing, are they all sat on the sofa catching up? Are they talking about me? Would the description of what they're saying cause Abbey to realize who I am? Are they opening up their gifts? I feel myself freeze in my seat. Gifts. I glance in the rearview mirror to see the horribly wrapped gift laying on the back seat, causing more guilt to run through my body. I drove away without giving Emma her fucking gift. I reluctantly throw my free fist against the steering wheel, the loud horn causing me to jump back in my seat, the scolding liquid dripping down my hand.

"Fucking hell." I groan, today is clearly not my fucking day.


Emma's P.O.V

After trying to reach Harry countless times, I decide shutting off my phone would be the best thing to do. Today is Christmas and it is meant to be spent with your loved ones, and that is exactly what I am planning on doing, spending it with the two most important women in my life, my mother and sister. If Harry decides he needs me, I'm sure he will have no problem pounding on the door. As the three of us sit around the fire with our mugs of hot cocoa, I can't stop my mind from drifting away from our conversation and back to the green eyed boy who seems to always consume my thoughts. It's unfair really, I haven't seen Abbey in months and the short time I finally get to spend with her, I am helplessly distracted.

"Emma, where did Harry go off to?" I faintly hear my mother ask, pulling me away from my clouded thoughts.

"He went to see his mom." I smiled proudly. Harry has always avoided the talk of his parents, so from what I know his family is a dark place for him, so for him to come in contact with his mom on Christmas Day really warms my heart.

"Oh, well that's sweet," My mother pauses before she gushes about him to my sister. I laugh quietly to myself, catching the few 'Oh, you should see him!' and 'My little Emma has a boyfriend.'

Although I will be nineteen shortly, my mom still acts as if I'm a child. I guess with her having only two children, it's hard to see her youngest finally grow up. With Abbey turning twenty-two, my mom has learnt to let her go.

I stare down at my empty mug before standing to my feet and pacing back into the kitchen. As I turn the kettle back on, I lean my forearms against the counter and watch my smiling mother and sister from across the island. This is the one thing I absolutely adore in life, family. Although I don't have much, I value those who are left of it. Christmas has always been a laid back holiday for my family. We'd eat breakfast and open gifts in the mornings and then we would all do our own things until we had our Christmas dinner, which really wasn't even that big. We'd have a ham or a turkey, and Christmas music would fill the house throughout the night and day. It was perfect really, not too overboard, it was just right. My grandfather also lived with us, he was probably one of my most favourite people in the entire world, but he was currently in England, having all of his friends live there since it was practically his second home. That is one of the things that amused me most when I started dating Harry. It was lovely to watch my grandpa be so fond of somebody I loved so much. He would always engulf Harry in his long, never ending conversations about his visits to England, causing me to always end up apologizing but Harry would always laugh it off saying he actually enjoyed it.

The small tick of the kettle was enough to cause me to jump, bringing my attention back to the real world. As I reach up into the cabinet to make myself another cup of hot cocoa, I can't help but wonder what Harry is doing right now. Is he with his mother? The thought almost makes me want to turn my phone back on, but I know if I do I'll just end up torturing myself by looking down at it every second hoping to get an explanation from him. I feel a frown start to form on my face as I stir the hot liquid in my mug. I should send a text to Audrey and few of my other friends, wishing them a Merry Christmas but once again, Harry seems to always be getting in the way of things.

"Why the long face?" The sound of Abbey's voice startles me, although she's standing right in front of me. A small smile makes it's way to my lips as I start to slowly shake my head.

"Boys?" She questions, making me laugh at how well we know each other. Her smile warms me, showing me how much I truly missed her.

"Yes, a boy." I emphasize, taking a seat across the small island, beside her. I watch as she takes the remaining sip of her cocoa before turning her body slightly towards me. A grin is plastered on her face and she looks as if she's going to erupt in excitement at any moment.

"When am I going to meet this Harry boy?" She exclaims. "I need to meet the boy who made my baby sister fall in love!" Her smiles grows as she remorsefully pinches my cheeks together.

I groan out in annoyance, because I truthfully don't know when I will get to show Harry off to my sister. She's always been the type to date and I want her to finally see that I, her younger sister, finally managed to get a boyfriend for once in my life.

"Not the cheeks," I stifle out a laugh before continuing. "And soon, when are you leaving to go back again?" I watch a frown spread across her face, causing me to furrow my brows in even more confusion.

"School doesn't start back up until January the fourth, but some friends of mine and I are planning on going to a cottage," She pauses, her frown slightly deepening. "Meaning I'll be leaving sooner."

I nod my head and plaster a smile on my face, covering up the fact that I was hoping we could spend more time together before we both went back to school. Shortly after telling me about a new boy she was seeing, Abbey went back to join my mom on the couch, leaving me to dreadfully reach over for my phone. As I pressed the power button on, I began to make my way up the stairs and into my room. I carefully tossed my phone onto my bed as I cracked open my bedroom window, the cool crisp air beginning to fill the room. I kick off my slippers and slip back into my bed before grabbing ahold of my phone. My home screen is lit with four new messages, and one new voicemail. One of the messages, and the call, being from Harry.

From: Harry Styles
I'm sorry I left so quick, stay the night tomorrow?

As a small smile began to fight it's way onto my lips, I began to wonder why tomorrow and not tonight? I'm sure if he was seeing his mother it wouldn't take all day, and he would probably want some type of comfort after their encounter. I chose not to over think it and type a quick reply before checking my other three remaining messages.

To: Harry Styles
Okay. I love you.

I hit send and briefly closed my eyes, thankful that I had at least received something from him. I let out a sigh before pulling the blankets higher up my body and opening my next message, seeing that it was from Audrey. I quickly wished her a Merry Christmas and asked what she had gotten, before opening my last awaiting text.

From: Seth Walker
Merry Christmas, Emma.

As I reread the text over, a small smile made it's way to my lips. It was nice for him to wish me a Merry Christmas, after Harry being rather rude to him and me keeping my distance the night before. After a few moments, I typed a quick reply back to him and was surprised at how fast he answered. As I let my body relax and the cool air comfort me, I found myself continuously texting Seth. I realized that having a decent conversation with him was actually making my day a whole lot better.

Notes

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