You Lost Me
Chapter Twelve
Bella’s POV
I’ve been locked in this room by myself for over an hour now. I haven’t stopped crying yet. I hate this. The boys are all still sad and cry-ie. They were knocking on the door for a bit and I could hear their tears. Well, they were more like pounding on it. They stopped after they realized that I have no plan on opening that door any time soon.
I know Harry still stayed sitting on the opposite side of the door. He’s been crying quietly. I know he’s alone by the door because he keeps talking to me. His words are completely inaudible and useless though. I can’t hear him between both of our sobs. It’s just a simple piece of wood that separates us.
I fell to the floor as soon as I had opened the door, crying there for awhile. A little while later I started pacing- walking in circles around the room, alone. The knocks at the door were driving me crazy. I threw a few pillows at the door and the walls as hard as I could. Couldn’t they tell I just wanted to be alone?! That’s when all the knocks had slowed to a stop.
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“Bells, please unlock the door”, Harry groans from the other side of the door. He jostles the door knob, but it doesn’t budge, “Please don’t shut me out again. You did that last time and it was miserable for everyone. Please just talk to me this time. Please Bella.”
Shut him out? Again? The words are ringing in my head. I stopped crying awhile ago, but I’m sure my face still looks like a wreck with mascara streaming down my face. I’ve just been thinking about everything.
I reach up from the floor to unlock the door knob. It makes a small clicking noise which is probably just loud enough for Harry to notice that he can come in now. And so he does.
The knob turns slowly and Harry walks in looking cautiously around the room. It doesn’t take him long to see me sitting on the floor by the door. Our eyes lock together. He’s been crying. His eyes are bloodshot and his face is red and blotchy.
“Don’t cry, Harry”, I beg him softly. I place my hand on his forearm gently.
He laughs softly and shakes his head lightly, “You’re telling me not cry? Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that?”
I crack a small smile, “I guess so.” I pause for a minute and relax into him, “Harry, something still doesn’t make much sense.”
“And what’s that love?”
“Why hasn’t my mom come to visit me? She could’ve come with Mark. I know her and I aren’t as close as I am- or was- with my dad, but she’s still my mom.”
Harry looks down at me and bites his lip. He’s debating whether he should tell me or not. I’m getting familiar with that look.
“Tell me, Harry”, I say monotonously. I deserve to know everything now.
“Fine”, he takes a deep breath, “Well once your, um, once your dad died, she had a really hard time getting over it. A really, really, really hard time. She took it out on you and Mark. She said all this stuff, which I refuse to repeat back to you”, I roll my eyes and sigh, “Maybe you’ll remember it, but I’m never going to say that to you no matter how cute you are. Anyways, she asked you and Mark not to talk to her or call her for awhile. She said you both reminded her of your dad. And neither you or Mark have talked to her since right after the funeral. I’m so sorry, Bella.”
Wait what? My mom doesn’t talk to me anymore.
And my dad is dead.
I hate today. I hate today so much.
“Bella, you need to talk to us. We’ll help you through this, but we can only do that if you talk to us. I promise you, Bella. We can make it through this.”, he rubs my shoulder and kisses the top of my head.
We just sit together on the floor in silence. His arms are around my and he plays with my hair gently. It feels good. Just being with someone who cares about me feels so good.
“Can we go to bed now? I just want to sleep.”, I whisper after a few minutes of sitting in silence.
“Of course. Go get cleaned up and I’ll go tell the rest of the guys that you’re, um all updated”, he sighs and we get up.
I go to the bathroom and finally see my reflection in the mirror. Damn, I look like a mess. I wash my face with hot water. It feels good. Harry’s shirt is lying by the bed so I pick it up and slip it on before sliding into bed.
I start to drift to sleep when the bed dips and Harry starts rubbing my arm lightly. I fall into the best sleep I’ve had yet. With the best dreams I’ve had yet….
***
I’ve been locked in this room by myself for over an hour now. I haven’t stopped crying yet. I hate this. The boys are all still sad and cry-ie. They were knocking on the door for a bit and I could hear their tears. Well, they were more like pounding on it. They stopped after they realized that I have no plan on opening that door any time soon.
I know Harry still stayed sitting on the opposite side of the door. He’s been crying quietly. I know he’s alone by the door because he keeps talking to me. His words are completely inaudible and useless though. I can’t hear him between both of our sobs. It’s just a simple piece of wood that separates us.
I fell to the floor as soon as I had opened the door, crying there for awhile. A little while later I started pacing- walking in circles around the room, alone. The knocks at the door were driving me crazy. I threw a few pillows at the door and the walls as hard as I could. Couldn’t they tell I just wanted to be alone?! That’s when all the knocks had slowed to a stop.
***
“Bells, please unlock the door”, Harry groans from the other side of the door. He jostles the door knob, but it doesn’t budge, “Please don’t shut me out again. You did that last time and it was miserable for everyone. Please just talk to me this time. Please Bella.”
Shut him out? Again? The words are ringing in my head. I stopped crying awhile ago, but I’m sure my face still looks like a wreck with mascara streaming down my face. I’ve just been thinking about everything.
I reach up from the floor to unlock the door knob. It makes a small clicking noise which is probably just loud enough for Harry to notice that he can come in now. And so he does.
The knob turns slowly and Harry walks in looking cautiously around the room. It doesn’t take him long to see me sitting on the floor by the door. Our eyes lock together. He’s been crying. His eyes are bloodshot and his face is red and blotchy.
“Don’t cry, Harry”, I beg him softly. I place my hand on his forearm gently.
He laughs softly and shakes his head lightly, “You’re telling me not cry? Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that?”
I crack a small smile, “I guess so.” I pause for a minute and relax into him, “Harry, something still doesn’t make much sense.”
“And what’s that love?”
“Why hasn’t my mom come to visit me? She could’ve come with Mark. I know her and I aren’t as close as I am- or was- with my dad, but she’s still my mom.”
Harry looks down at me and bites his lip. He’s debating whether he should tell me or not. I’m getting familiar with that look.
“Tell me, Harry”, I say monotonously. I deserve to know everything now.
“Fine”, he takes a deep breath, “Well once your, um, once your dad died, she had a really hard time getting over it. A really, really, really hard time. She took it out on you and Mark. She said all this stuff, which I refuse to repeat back to you”, I roll my eyes and sigh, “Maybe you’ll remember it, but I’m never going to say that to you no matter how cute you are. Anyways, she asked you and Mark not to talk to her or call her for awhile. She said you both reminded her of your dad. And neither you or Mark have talked to her since right after the funeral. I’m so sorry, Bella.”
Wait what? My mom doesn’t talk to me anymore.
And my dad is dead.
I hate today. I hate today so much.
“Bella, you need to talk to us. We’ll help you through this, but we can only do that if you talk to us. I promise you, Bella. We can make it through this.”, he rubs my shoulder and kisses the top of my head.
We just sit together on the floor in silence. His arms are around my and he plays with my hair gently. It feels good. Just being with someone who cares about me feels so good.
“Can we go to bed now? I just want to sleep.”, I whisper after a few minutes of sitting in silence.
“Of course. Go get cleaned up and I’ll go tell the rest of the guys that you’re, um all updated”, he sighs and we get up.
I go to the bathroom and finally see my reflection in the mirror. Damn, I look like a mess. I wash my face with hot water. It feels good. Harry’s shirt is lying by the bed so I pick it up and slip it on before sliding into bed.
I start to drift to sleep when the bed dips and Harry starts rubbing my arm lightly. I fall into the best sleep I’ve had yet. With the best dreams I’ve had yet….
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Notes
Not my best chapter, but let me know how I'm doing in the comments please :)
This chapter is a two parter so the next part should be up by tonight, if not I'll post it tomorrow.
thank you so so much for reading!! xoxo
@qt44
Thank you! Next update should be up soon ;)
2/12/17