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Arabella Winston
Harry and I are on our way home from the hospital, the car was silent. I had my chin rested in my hand, looking out the window while Harry had one hand on the wheel and the other playing with his lip ring while he subtly chews a piece of mint gum like always. I hear him clear his throat before his raspy voice fills the air.
"Are you ok?" He asks me awkwardly. I shift in my seat and move my gaze down to my hands that are now in my lap.
"Y-Yeah." I tell him, not very convincingly. A beat of silence goes by before he speaks up again.
"I was scared." He mummers making me pick my head up and look at him in guilt. I didn't want him to be scared, that wasn't my goal. "My, uh, my mum overdosed. I found her in the bathroom with a needle in her arm." He reveals, shocking me that he is telling me this.
"I'm sorry." I whisper. He looks at me for a second before turning his gaze back to the road.
"No don't be sorry Ara. I understand." He reassures, but I still feel guilt. I feel guilt not only because he found me, but because he found me and remembered his mother whom he never talks about.
I look up and notice he is pulling into a parking spot. Once he is parked and the car is off I unbuckle and get out. I slowly walk around to the back of the car and see Harry standing there. He holds his arm out and gives me a small smile.
"Here let me help." I smile a little and hook my arm through his. We slowly start walking to the elevators and eventually get in and head up to the penthouse. We exit the elevator and reach the door to his house. He puts in the code and opens the door for me with a small smile. I walk in and he follows behind, shutting the door.
"I, um, I am gonna go shower." He looks at me and hesitates before nodding his head. I walk in my room and take a deep breath, reliving the moments before my attempt. I slowly walk to the bathroom and see the water still in the tub, the pills on the side, and my paper and pen on the counter. I feel my eyes start to water as I slide down the wall. I bring my knees to my chest and my emotions rush over me like a big wave, making me breakdown and the tears come like a tsunami.
"Ara?" I hear Harry's voice from my room. The door open and he looks down at me and immediately rushes over. He grabs me and pulls me in his lap, his hand rubbing up and down my back while he slowly shushes me. "Don't cry baby, please." He whispers in my ear soothingly.
"I can't do it anymore," I whimper making him hold me tighter. "Harry, I can't be strong anymore. I have been strong my whole life. I can't pretended I am anymore." My voice cracks and he kisses the top of my head. Harry stands with me in his arms still, picking me up bridal style and walking out of the bathroom and my room. We get to his and he gently lays me in the bed.
"You need to rest darling." He whispers while pulling a blanket over my cold body. He begins to walk out of the room but I stop him.
"Harry," I mumble making him stop and turn around. "Ca-Can you stay with me?" I stutter out. He nods lightly and walks back over, kicking his shoes off and climbing in the soft bed. I throw the blanket over him and he inches closer to me so my back is against his strong chest. He hesitates before moving his tattooed arm and moving it over my stomach, pulling me impossibly closer.
