As I watch Harry's body disappear between the two silver sliding doors, I make the idiotic decision to follow him. The plan seems even more stupid once I realize I have yet to drop off my bags and if he decides to leave the building, I don't have a car. The elevator stops on the seventh floor, my bags dragging behind me as I make my way down the narrow hallway. I stop at room 718 and slide my key into the slot.

I had assumed Audrey would still be back at home, so I was surprised to be met with her the minute I stepped through the door. She had her headphones in, sprawled out across her bed as I dropped my heavy bags outside of my bedroom door.

"Audrey," I spoke as I awkwardly leaned against her doorframe, my voice surprising her.

The long white strings were pulled from her ears as her eyes darted up. She stood from her bed and engulfed me into a tight hug.

"Em! Hey," She smiled as she drew back from me, her arms returning to her sides. "How was your break? It's insane that I barely saw you and we live so close..." She trailed off, her voice holding a hint of guilt, but mostly sadness.

"I know, we really have no excuses." I rushed out, not wanting to have this conversation at a time where I'm in a hurry. She frowns and I take this moment of silence to speak up before the topic goes on.

"Did you drive here?" I ask, feeling bad as she looks slightly taken back by my sudden question. She nods her head slowly and if it were possible to feel even worse, I'm sure I would be feeling it right now.

"Could I maybe borrow your car?" I ask, "Please, I promise it's for a good reason," I add, my voice coming out desperate as I look into her wide eyes.

She motions her head towards her purse that's laying on the kitchen table, a small smile playing along the lines of her lips. I wrap my arms around her and thank her multiple times before escaping through the door. The minute I step into the hallway, realization hits me as I have no actual plan. Do I go down to Harry's floor and call him to see if he's still in his room? Or should I go downstairs to the lobby and wait to see if he leaves the building? I go with my second idea, stepping inside of the elevator in hopes of Harry not getting on as I pass by his floor.

I made it to the lobby with only one other person getting on. I've always hated elevators, it just holds an awkward tension making it uncomfortable for you and the other person. Can we at least invest on a small speaker so music can lessen the awkwardness? I huff as I walk towards the small seated area, settling down on a sofa that's out of view from the silver sliding doors.

It feels like hours have passed by as I continuously flip through page after page of my novel, knowing that Harry will get angry that I'm ahead of him and am now aware of what is going to happen next. I smile to myself at the thought of the annoyed boy, but the small sound of the elevator doors opening is enough for me to snap my head up. It's when I see a head full of curls and a pair of long legs stride towards the revolving doors when I shove my book into my bag and quietly stand up. My legs are some-what numb since I've been sitting down for awhile, but they're quick to work the minute the tall boy steps outside. I hurriedly make my way towards the doors, careful to wait a few seconds before following him outside. The second his hand reaches into his pocket and a familiar pair of keys appear, I head towards the direction of Audrey's car. With not being with her when she parked, Harry was already sliding into his black Range Rover by the time I had just spotted the car.

The minute my seatbelt is fastened, I slide a pair of sunglasses on my face before pulling out of the parking spot. I'm thankful when I see another car ahead of me, separating me from Harry's vision out of his rearview mirror. I watch as his car turns onto the busy street, my nerves going frantic. Why do I always have to be so nosey, why can I never leave things be? I know Harry would never cheat on me, so why am I doubting him? I trust him with my life, but something feels off. A loud horn coming from behind me causes me to jump, informing me that it's my turn to turn onto the road.

I turn onto the busy street and arrive at a red light seconds later, the black Range Rover now four cars ahead of me. The second his blinker turns on, I turn mine on. The large vehicle turns left, disappearing down another busy street, causing me to literally chew on my fingernails in hopes of not losing him. I so desperately want to honk at the car ahead of me, but I stay patient as it disappears down the road, me following shortly after.

The street becomes familiar to me as I begin to recognize the area, knowing that this is really the only busy part of this small town all of us students are stuck in. My lips curve into a smile as I pass by a small Italian restaurant Harry had taken me to about a month back. His right blinker turns on as he disappears down a less busier road. I groan out in frustration as the light turns red, knowing that he'll be long gone by the time the light changes and I make the turn. As I sulk in my seat, my eyes widen when I see the beautiful boy emerge from around the corner. His hands are shoved into his jacket pockets and his strides are long, his face turned towards the ground to keep the wind away. He disappears into a small convenient store, several honks coming from behind me as the light turns green. I pull over onto the side of the road and slide down in my seat, although the windows are already tinted.

Minutes pass by before he exits the store, a fresh bouquet of flowers now present in his right hand. My stomach starts to turn, but I force myself to stop jumping to conclusions. His body disappears back behind the building and I know that he's going back to his car. I turn on my signal to turn back onto the road the minute I see his vehicle stop at a red light, his right blinker flashing.

As I follow a couple of cars behind him, I feel tears threatening to brim my eyes. If he's seeing another girl, I have no idea what I will do. I hate myself for becoming so dependant on a boy, but I truthfully cannot lose him. Although I've grown up having a pretty good life, I will be a mess if he disappears from it. The scenery starts to become unfamiliar to me as I continue to follow Harry's car. I desperately want to call his phone to see if his face holds any sign of remorse for doing this to me, but I can't bring myself to do it. It can't be the same blonde girl from earlier because she was living in the dorms, so that means it's a different girl. If he's seeing someone else on top of me, then he's probably also seeing that annoying blonde and that would explain her flirty eyes. I stubbornly pull the sleeve of my sweater along my nose to hide my sniffle, the sweater being Harry's not exactly helping the situation.

I feel my brows come together in confusion as I watch the large vehicle pull into a gated cemetery. I follow behind him, parking my car far out of his distance. I watch his lean body step out of the car, the bouquet of flowers still present in his hand, along with another item that I can't make out. His strides are long as he passes grave after grave, his figure almost disappearing as he stops in front of one certain tombstone. Curiosity gets the best of me as I quietly exit my car, my strides small as I make my way towards the area. I'm thankful for nature's scattered trees as I continue to make my way towards the boy who is now crouched down to the ground. His legs give out underneath him as he leans his back against the tall stone, the item that I can now make out as his journal, settled in his large hands. His long legs are crossed in front of him, a pen sitting in his right hand. His hand begins moving across the page, the bouquet of flowers laying close beside him. I find myself watching him for minutes on end, until he starts to dab at his face. The journal lays open in his lap as he buries his head in his hands. I watch as his body shakes, my heart ripping to tiny little pieces. Harry has never liked showing much emotion around others, he tends to keep his feelings to himself. Not once have I seen him cry out of the few months we've been dating. I've seen his eyes begin to water during tough subjects or fights, but it seems as if he always has enough control to stop himself from breaking down.

My feet begin to move beneath me, the sound of the last bits of snow crunching along with my steps. As I move closer to the weeping boy, his head snaps up in my direction.

"Emma?" His voice is laced with confusion and shock.

I stay quiet as I reach him, his face holding mixed emotions as he quickly wipes at his face, trying to make it seem as if he wasn't just crying. I kneel down beside him, my eyes making quick contact with the tombstone before concentrating back on Harry.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, his voice sharp, but sadness still lays beneath it.

I shrug my shoulders and look down at my hands in my lap. "Please be angry with me later," I whisper, my hands reaching out for his cold ones. "Just talk to me."

Silence dances around us, my eyes glancing down at the cursive handwriting of his journal as he quickly slams it shut. His hands stay in mine as his dull green eyes look over at me.

"Just tell me how you got here, please." He speaks, his voice calm as he fiddles with my fingers.

"I followed you." I confess, his hands momentarily freezing above mine, before he nods and continues with his movements.

Silence takes over the small space between us again as I let my eyes roam the massive graveyard. Rows of tombs are placed in every single direction, some small, some large. Many flowers lay along the stones, some fresh, some dead.

"I bought her a grave." Harry abruptly spoke out of nowhere. "If she's going to be dead, she at least deserves to have a grave."

His eyes shifted from our connected hands, his head now leaning against the cold stone. His gaze is concentrated ahead, his features drained, yet he still remains so breathtakingly beautiful. I suddenly start to feel extremely guilty for assuming he was being unfaithful behind my back, my grip tightening around him in sadness for believing that he would purposely hurt me like that. His head turns in my direction, his normally lively green eyes, concentrating on my face.

"I'm sorry," I speak. "For everything with Gemma, although I know you hate when others feel for you," I pause, my eyes concentrated on his as I scoot closer towards him. "And I'm also sorry for following you."

His shoulders slump, his eyes dropping back down to his lap. His thumb continuously strokes along the back of my hand, my skin looking extremely pale beside his tanned hand. My eyes are trained on the small inked cross, my head leaning against his shoulder.

"The journal you got me, I write in it." He speaks, his voice a low mumble. "I write to," He pauses, his voice coming out weak. "I write to her in it." I know. I nod my head against his shoulder, letting him know that I am listening and that he can take however long he needs to speak.

"That probably sounds really fucking lame." His laugh is dry, no trace of humour shown as he tosses the journal off of his lap.

"No, it's not." My voice is sharp as I reach for the book before it gets damp from the snow. My tone causes him to glance up at me, his face surprised at my words.

"It's not lame, Harry." I set the leather book down on my lap, my eyes moving up to look into his. "Everyone has a different way with connecting to others."

He doesn't say anything as my words begin to register in his mind. His green orbs glance down at my lips as his hand cups the side of my face. He moves closer to me, his face inching towards mine as he rests his forehead against my own.

"I'll never understand what I did, to be so lucky to have you in my life." A small smile graces his lips, his dimples appearing as his words send shivers down my spine.

"I love you," I whisper, his nose nudging mine, his short breathes warm against my lips.

"I love you too, Emma." His husky voice is filled with such raw emotion as he presses his cold lips against my own, his hand sliding to the back of my neck as our lips continue to move in sync. And once again, I find myself getting lost in this beautifully broken boy.

Notes

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