Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 10

When the doctor told me that she only had about 2 weeks tops to live, I stopped fighting it. I was away from Harry when he told me but he was still close enough to hear. I tried not to react and just brushed my hair back, leaning my back on the wall. Why does everything bad have to happen when something good starts? What's wrong with me being happy?

He laid a hand on my shoulder and genuinely smiled. "I'll leave you be." he spoke quietly and walked down the hallway. I made no effort in fighting it right now. I walked straight up to him and pulled him as tight as I could possibly get him. The way he hugged me back told me that he had heard what the doctor just said but I didn't speak. He buried his face into my neck and I fisted his shirt. I couldn't control the words that were about to flow out of my mouth, but I don't recall telling my mother I ever loved her and she never told me either, I was going to tell Harry whether he deserved it or not. "I love you Harry." I say muffled into his shirt and wait for his response. It took a while and I began to regret it. "I-I do too." he says struggled. "You still can't tell me." I comment growing more upset at the thought and he squeezes me tighter, assuring I wouldn't step away from him. "I'm getting better. I promise, I'm trying." he answers and we sat here for a long moment. He was warm and I didn't want to let go of him. 

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We went home with Mikey and I sat in the back seat with Harry, which Mikey wasn't happy about. There was a weird tension between the two of them. I mean, Mikey can be judgmental by looks very easily but this was different. I knew I shouldn't have ever told Mikey we were separated. It was so long since we split that I didn't think he'd come back, though. When the awkward car ride home ended, Mikey pointed to the spare room at the end of the apartment and I sat on the couch. Harry sat next to me and yawned. I knew he was tired from all of this. We only slept for a few hours on the plane. 

"You tired?" I ask him quietly and he shrugs. "I'm used to it." he says simply and I move over before pulling his head on my lap after he adjusts his legs over the arm rest. "How about you? Are you sure you're okay?" he asks quietly but I knew Mikey was listening from the kitchen. I trace his jawline with my thumbs when he looks up at me with those big green eyes of his. At certain angles you could see the little lightening bolts near his pupil that just made him that much more interesting. 

"I'll live." I answer quietly and he reaches up and touches my cheek. "If your not, I understand, Caroline. It's okay." he replies and I shrug. 

"I'll be okay, Harry." I say and he chuckles. "You're starting to sound more and more like me, stop it." he jokes and I raise an eyebrow. "Why does everyone say that?" I ask him and he laughs, but we both looked up when Mikey spoke. "Yeah, depressed as hell and broken as fuck because of you, Harry. I don't know if that's what you'd call acting like you." he barks, while walking into the livingroom where we were. Harry doesn't move, just rolling his eyes. "Yes, I'm aware I'm a fuck up. How many times are you gonna tell me this. I know I hurt her. I know my mistakes. I'm not perfect, I don't think you'd prefer her with someone like Trevor would you?" he answers full of venom but oddly calm about it. I knew there was more to this. 

"Trevor wouldn't do her wrong as bad as you did. Why the hell are you back anyways? You expect her to take you back after dumping her on the streets like that?" he asks and Harry furrows his eyebrows before sitting up off me. "Trevor not doing her wrong? Are you fucking kidding me? You have no idea what's best for her. I called you, because I thought you being her brother, you would know her better, but obviously not." he snaps and stands up. 

"I do know what's best for her, and that is not you." Mikey defends and I cover my forehead in my hand. We haven't even been here an hour. 

Harry turns around to me. "You haven't told him, have you?" he asks and Mikey looks over at me. "Told me what?" he asks.