The single word that had fallen from his breathe caused my body to freeze. The lively tanned colour of his face drained, with no tint of the usual red in his rosey cheeks. His bright green eyes were completely dull, his stance looking as if he'd seen a ghost. He looked completely drained, his face pale, his features frozen. The throbbing in my chest was overwhelming, seeing somebody you care for in so much pain when you know there's nothing you can do to help. His throaty voice continuously replayed in my head, causing me to almost forgot about the phone that was being held against my ear.

His eyes bore into mine as I stared back at him, my breathe catching in my throat as I wait for some kind of sound from the other line. All I could hear was silence, and I prayed that this was not another joke being played on Harry. Anger spread through my veins the moment I think back to all of the times Harry would get calls about Gemma, believing them, just for them to be fake in the end. I could feel my face heat in anger, my free fist closing tight at my side.

"Hello?" I speak up, my tone edgy.

Again, silence.

"I swear to God, if this is another pra-"

"Hi," A shaky breathe speaks over me. The voice belonging to a female, her English accent similar to Harry's.

"Who is this?" I ask, my eyes scanning over Harry's face, his eyes now focused on the device in my hand.

"Can I speak to Harry?" She asks, her voice shaking in a slightly haunting way.

My mouth opens before I can even think, my tone hardening with each word. "If this is Madison I swear I will-"

The phone's taken from my hands and I stand shocked at the fact that Harry has actually moved a muscle. A faint smile is forced onto his plump lips, his eyes thanking me as he brings the phone to his ear.

"Gemma?" He asks, his voice holding hope as it trembles with nerves. His voice is dry and cracked as he waits for some sort of answer. I wish he would put the phone on speaker so I can hear.

Within a second, he's breaking down. The phone stays glued to his ear as his knees hit the floor and broken sobs leave his lips. I stand in shock, watching the boy I'm in love with break down in front of me. Harry has always been sure to never crack a tear in front of another person, in our entire relationship I've seen him cry twice, but it was nothing like the scene I'm seeing now. My feet stay glued to the floor and suddenly my arm is too heavy to reach out and comfort him.

"It's really you," He heaves, his green eyes glistening with tears as he looks up at me. A real smile tugs along his lips, as laughter starts to escape him.

I feel tears forming in my own eyes, but I make sure to stay cautious incase this is yet another prank. What if it's not really Gemma, and whoever this is has Harry believing it is, even years later.

"Gem, where have you been? How do I know this is really you? I need to see you, I.." His words are spoken fast, opposite from how they're usually pronounced.

I watch as his head shakes back and forth, his curls falling with each movement. His brows knit together in the middle of his forehead as he struggles to speak. Tears continue to run down his face, his fingers trembling as his hand slightly shakes by his side.

"You're alive," He breathes, "You're really alive."

I slowly kneel to the ground, planting my body across from Harry's. I reach my hand out to connect with his shaking one, continuously running my thumb along his skin in the most comforting way I can manage.

"Where are you?" He suddenly speaks, his voice much louder than it was a minute ago. "I'm coming."

My breath catches in my throat as his words hit me. He's going? I can't find any strength to be angry at myself for being extremely selfish, I can't let Harry leave me. The one thing I've been fearing the entire time of us being together is happening. I always thought, it's almost summer, maybe Harry will be busy with a summer job, or maybe he will fly back out to England. Where is Gemma? Is she in England? Is Harry going to leave me? Of course he is, his sister has been missing for years.

I can feel fresh tears forming in my eyes, threaning to spill. I can't let Harry see how selfish I'm being. My thumb stopped it's movements as my ears started ringing. I felt numb. I could hear Harry's voice speaking into the phone but his words were a blur. I felt dizzy, my thoughts eating me alive as I removed my hand from his. When I forced myself to look up, his eyebrows were furrowed together, his eyes filled with concern as he searched my face over.

I watched as his mouth formed each word he spoke carefully, his voice still coming in and out as a slight blur. I could hear a few things, like how he doesn't want to hang up incase that's all he'll ever hear from her, but the rest just disappeared into thin air. I don't know how long it had been, but when both of Harry's large hands wrapped around each of my wrists, I looked up.

Silence filled the room as his blazing eyes bore into mine. He pulled both of my hands into his lap as he silently studied each one of my features. His cheeks were red where his dry tears lay, his lips a dark red and slightly swollen from biting down on them too hard.

"It was really her," He spoke up, his voice gravely as he looked me over.

I nodded my head, not knowing what to say without upsetting him. How am I supposed to tell him that it could possibly be another prank without him being reminded of his haunting past. I couldn't ruin his mood, the joy in his green eyes present. But I know I had to stay cautious, what if it was just a similar voice, or somehow a recording? I coudn't bare to see Harry hurt, and I wouldn't allow him to ever get fooled like that again.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice coming out extremely quiet. He nodded his head, the corners of his lips turning up into a half smile, causing my heart to flutter. It didn't matter where we were, or what had just happened, the smallest bit of happiness from him warmed my heart.

"Yes," His smile widened, his head still nodding as if to confirm to himself that it really was his sister. "That was her, that was her voice."

"It wasn't a recording or anything, right?" I asked, watching as his smile drops. "I'm just being cautious Harry," I mumble, instantly feeling bad for speaking out loud.

His bottom lip was taken between his teeth as he briefly looked down at his hands. His eyes flickered back up to me before speaking.

"No, you're right, it's okay," He spoke slowly, his hands playing with each of my small fingers. "But I'm positive it was her."

I nod my head as I watch his hands play with mine, letting silence engulf us before asking the one question that's killing me.

"Do you know where she is?" I speak quietly, watching as he nods his head slowly, his eyes flickering back and forth between my eyes and my hands.

"Is she," I swallow down the lump in my throat, my hands fidgiting in his own. "Is she in England?"

He doesn't speak for a couple of moments, his face concentrating on his hands in mine before he nods again. I could literally feel my heart break in my chest as he silently confirms my greatest worry. His long lost sister is alive and in England. There is no doubt Harry and his mother will move back to his home town now that they have found the reasoning as to why they had moved in the first place. You're never going to lose me. His promise replays in my head, my lip slightly trembling before catching it with my teeth.

"Are you leaving?" My voice cracks, his gaze intense as he looks up at me. His hands stop playing with my own as he stares me down, his eyebrows knit together, his lips pressed into a flat line.

He doesn't say anything so I know my assumptions are correct. A quiet sob leaves my lips and I hate that I'm about to break down in front of him. He's leaving.

"Emma," He speaks, but I shake my head. He reaches out for me but I quickly scoot back. A pained expression is painted across his face as he repeats my name.

"Emma, will you stop moving away from me," His voice is laced with irritation as his hand wraps around my wrist. His free hand runs through his curls, his eyes closed as he takes a deep breath.

"I don't know if I'm leaving," He confesses, his eyes pained as they connect with mine. "I just got a call from my sister who I thought has been dead for years," "Yes, I'd love to get on the next flight and find her but realistically that's not happening." My body slightly relaxes at the confirmation that he's not leaving, at least not just yet.

"Emma, I don't even know where excactly she is, she was being private but she wants to head out here," He pauses. "I don't know if she has any money, I offered to pay for her flight, " He looks over me, his eyes swimming with a thousand different emotions. "I just, I don't know what's happening."

His voice is low and thick with sadness. He's confused and lost and I hate myself for being so selfish. I frown and quickly wipe my tears, before crawling back over to him. I wrap both my arms around his neck as I place myself in his lap. His eyes look up into mine, his toned arms wrapping carefully around my waist.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, my voice filled with guilt as I push his loose curls back with one of my hands. "I'm being incredibly selfish, I can't even imagine how you're feeling right now and I'm making this about me, I'm so sorry Harry." My lip slightly trembles as his thumb carefully strokes my face, each of his short breathes being felt on my face.

He shakes his head, his lips twitching into a smile as he brings his face closer to my own. "Don't be sorry, love." He speaks, his lips making quick contact with my cheek before looking back at me.

"But I am sorry, Harry," He nods his head, his arms tightening around my waist as he pulls me closer towards him. My torso is pressed flat against his chest, his face inches from my own. His eyes are bright as he looks me over, my fingers gently playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

"I'm never going to leave you, baby," His voice holds security, his promise inked into my skin. "I'm yours, always."

A genuine smile tugs at my lips, my veins spreading with pure joy as I close the small space between us and press my lips against his own. His lips mold over mine perfectly, my lower lip captured between his as he kisses me slowly. His tongue traces a slow line across my lip, gently parting my lips to him before slipping it inside my mouth. My hands weave through his curls as his thumb traces small patterns into the skin of my back.

I pull back slowly, my lips still hovering above his own as I confess my love for him over and over. I have no idea what the future holds, or whether Harry will leave for England, all I know is that he won't be gone for good because I trust him with my life and if he says he will never leave me, I know that he truly means it.

Notes

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