I Understand. An AU/punk story.

The rest of the night, Louis's words kept replaying in my head.

Did he really mean all of that shit? Or was it just hurt? Maybe embarrassment that his apology backfired? Either way it was mean and disheartening. I know him, so I know he'll text me sorry later tonight... he doesn't like when there is tension between the two of us, and hell, neither do I.

Harry studies me all night.... He knows I'm upset by the words and the fight. I hated when the two of them fought over me. It was silly. Really, it all was in the grand scheme of things.

Lou should know I love Harry and after giving myself to him I really don't have any intentions of being with another man anytime soon. Not that I would expect Louis to know I slept with Harry. I'm sure none of our friends...

As for Harry; he fought because of jealousy. I don't know why He was the jealous one though. He was gorgeous and I was inferior to his charm and appeal in every way. I just wish he saw that... saw that and didn't get scared of me leaving him. I never wanted to be with out him.

He takes my hand on the way down to the apartment, rubbing careless circles with his thumb. It felt right. Our relationship felt right. Or maybe I felt right...? I felt an inner peace with myself, it was nice. Once in the car he turns to me.

"I'm sorry he said those things to you.." I he stammers, ringing the steering wheel. I give him a half smile.

"It's OK... I'm fine.."

"You seem upset. I don't like when you go in to yourself when your upset, it's like you're shutting me out." He mumbles, throwing me a sideways glance. Oh. His words make my heart flutter a little... I smile at him and he puts his lips in a hard line. Trying to fight back the smile tugging his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to. It's just how I have always dealt with stuff like this. Bad stuff." I frown, recalling the days after my fathers death. I laid on my side looking at the walls for what I'm sure was days. Not saying a single word while my soul and brain and heart waged wars.

"Well, you don't need to do that anymore. That's why I'm here." He says, taking my hand in his. My cheeks flush lightly as we pull up to my place. His arms ensnares my waist as we laugh about something dumb and make our way back to my floor.

"I'm going to take a shower, you can join me if you want?" He says, I can hear the smile in his tone, as we walk through the dark living room in to my room.

"I would love to." I smile as I turn on my lamp, my face blushing. He stands in the door way watching me with a small smirk on his lips as I take my jewelry and shoes off.

Harry crosses the room to me and puts either hand on each cheek, leaning down he pecks the tip of my nose.

"You are so god damn cute when you blush like that." He smirks before going back to the bathroom, turning back once to say. "Hurry, please." I roll my eyes and go to get a water bottle out of the fridge first, my skin was warm from the summer night.

Then I noticed my dogs hadn't greet us. I close the fridge and walk to the light switch panel. Flicking the living room light on I nearly threw up.

There on my couch lay a curled up and pale Audrey.

Leroy lay in between her and the edge of the couch as if he was trying to cuddle her, Marcel dominant at her feet.

I gasp and run to her, shoeing the dogs away I kneel in front of her and smooth her hair.

Where the fuck was Rhonda? How did she get in here? Is she sick? My mind goes a million places at once. I don't know what to do or say or think. I need to help her. I need to snap out of it and do something.

Harry!

Harry always knows what do in times like this, always was more level headed. Not wanting to wake her I run to the bathroom off my room and shove the door open with a bang. His cute face pops out behind the curtain, his hair now black form the water.

"Audrey is in the living room I think shes sick!" My eyes are bulging out of my head as his face twists in confusion and worry.

"What?"

"Hurry up and get out here!" I snap, turning away I fly back to the living room and kneel back down in front of her, she's pale and her breath is a little ragged.

Harry comes from my bedroom in a rush in just his black sweat pants, I would have stared at him for hours if this was a more acceptable time. His eyes go to her, full of anger.

"What the fuck, did Rhonda drop her off again!?" He cries, she stirs.

"I have no idea, I turned the light on and she was just here!" I shriek, standing. He takes a deep breath, his eyes flying around the room, not sure what to do his hands tangle in his hair desperately.

"Is she OK?" He finally snaps back in to it and looks at the little girl.

"I don't know she seems pale!" I wring my hands and look over her, he comes to my side. The tense and stress washing off of his newly washed skin.

"Well you're the one with the training, what the hell do we do?" He hisses, in clear distraught at the matter at hand.

"Bring her in the bedroom, turn the thermometer down too, it's way too hot. She had been locked up in the heat cellar probably as long as we have been gone." He nods but turns back in to the hectic Harry as soon as he realizes he has to hold her. But now is not time for his weird emotional swing when it comes to children.

Ignoring the hesitation I get an ice pack from the freezer, rap a rag around it, get a cool water bottle, and look back in to the living room. Finding an overnight bag.

Rhonda is seriously going to get her fucking ass kicked.

Period.

Grabbing it I go to my room and find Audrey in bed and Harry pacing, he seems to calm when I enter the room but I don't know why! I usually am leaning on him for comfort... I need him now.

"Get hr pajamas." I instruct Harry, handing him the bag I put the ice on her head and the water on the night stand before going and getting a bottle of Advil. Certainly she couldn't have a full one, is would be too much for her so I break one in half. Feeling stupid for being so unsure.

I go back to the room and take the pajamas Harry selected, he takes out his cell and starts calling people, pacing while I change the sleeping girl in to nightgown.

Why is she sleeping so hard?

Does she need a doctor?

I bite my lip and smooth her matted hair.

"She isn't answering, none of her friends have seen her." He hisses, standing behind me. "Do you think she skipped town?"

"Harry -"

"We have to call the police!"

"No -"

"I can't have a kid around. I just can't. Shes going to fuck everything up!" He snap. I gasp at his words. I can't help but feel some what betrayed and hurt at those words.... I don't now why though... she wasn't our daughter.I didn't even know if there would ever be an 'our daughter.' I didn't even know how much longer we could go with out fighting, this was a record. The thought of Harry still being with me in the future make my cheeks flush with... pride? Excitement? But now was not the time.

"Shit... I'm sorry... damn. Lilian -"

"Didy?" I look back to the little girl waking up.

"Hi, bunny!" I coo, not wanting to freak her out. Harry switches the balls of his feet nervously.

"Whats going on? I'm tired, where Harreh?" She whines, Harry appears next to me, an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes flash to mine but I look away quickly.

"Hey, kid." He mumbles.

'Aubs, do you know where your mommy is?" I ask her softly, she sniffles and drops her head to the side lightly, she looks so tiny in the big bed...

"She told me that, that, she would be back."

"When?" Harry says with just a little more force than neccessary.

"She said it'll feel like more than it is. What does that mean?" She sniffles again.

Harry gets up and storms off.

We both know what it means....

Even though I'm both hoping it true and not true... either way.

As it looked, Rhonda left, left, Audrey here.

Notes

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