𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲 [𝐡.𝐬]

CHAPTER ELEVEN: HOME?

What were we were going to do? I opened the door to the room and looked outside, the corridors were empty, I ran down to my original room and opened the door, it was unoccupied and all the cases and clothes were all scattered around the pace. I shut the door and went back to report to Harry, he was sat on the edge of the bed messaging on his phone,

'They left 30 minutes ago'  The silence was deathly,

The day went by really quickly, I had e-mailed Mr Smit about the problem we had created, and even admitted to being with Harry, he had no problem with it and even said that it wasn't his idea. Before I knew it I was back in Harrys arms going to sleep again.

The journey home the next day was stressful from the start, two students forgot something and we had to turn around, all the time we were at the back of the bus, Harrys arms wrapped around my back, I think I fell asleep because before I knew it were half way home and my phone was ringing. I looked across at Harry as he gestured for me to pick it up.

'Hey' I whispered, I didn't want anyone but Harry to hear me

'This is the hospital, I am informing you about your mothers health, the critical condition that she is in has worsened, we are keeping her on life support and hopefully her health will improve'

'Thank you for updating me'

'No problem' The line went silent and I slowly removed the phone from my ear,

'I heard it' he said sulking

'Now I've got to live in an even emptier house than before'

'Stay with me and my Nan' he looked at me hopefully and I shook my head to agree

'Would your Nan be ok with that?'

'My Nan would absolutely love you'

We spent the rest of the trip talking about life, we had so much in common and I genuinely thought I was in love, I was used to this all now and it all felt right, my only problem was, How long is it going to last?

We climbed of the mini-bus, we had come to the decision we only lived 5 minutes away from each other and we stopped at mine first to get clean clothes, I opened the door, it hadn't been locked and Harry was worried someone had broken in. I calmed him,

'There is nothing for them to take, they wouldn't bother. I climbed up the stairs and Harry followed close behind me, the door to my bedroom was open the smallest bit, I hadn't left it like that, I always shut it to avoid the cold air from downstairs creeping into my room, it was cold and I heard Harry shiver behind me.

The old and faded wallpapers stood out in my empty room, my broken bed and draws screamed for attention and I could imagine Harry scanning the room in disgust, who would blame him? I could imagine his eyes roaming the torn and dusty curtains, he would be questioning why he agreed to come up here. I closed my eyes, mostly so I could block the ruin of my room from my sight and not be able to see Harrys reaction.

He leant down to pick up my suitcase and walked towards my draws,

'What clothes do you want your highness' He was treating me like a Queen who lived in a servants quarter, I walked over and added more clothes to the pile already made from Scotland, I began to close the suitcase when he stopped me,

'What?' I asked him softly

'A Queen can't go to a ball without a dress' he was acting so childish, but it made me smile. I quickly grabbed my watermelon dress and stuffed it into my suitcase, our hands met as we went to zip it up, it was kind of a cute moment, like those out of movies, but just with the wrong set.

He grabbed the suitcase and made his way down the stairs, he pushed the door open at the bottom, took a step out and pulled the suitcase down the path, I followed soon after him, shutting and locking the front door behind me. Harry stood at the bottom of the path waiting for me, he smiled. I directed my eyes away from Harry towards where the car would have been, a muddy grassless patch demonstrated where it had been before a stabbing pain pierced my heart, Why is it always me?

I grabbed Harrys hand as we turned corners on our way to his place, chatting and giggling all the way, when we got closer to the park I noticed a familiar house, the same house my mother had knocked at years ago, still loomed over the park,

'I have a story of a house near here' I started, I announced the story as if it had only happened yesterday, when life was perfect, he smiled at the care and love my mother had shown the old lady who just wanted some company.

'That's sweet' he smiled

'I know this is grim, but I wonder if the Lady still lives there, or is even still alive'

'I dunno' Harry said, we got nearer and nearer to the house I was talking about in my story, I began to question if this is the house we were heading to, was the old lady Harrys nan?

It was, I was shocked, fate is a sneaky and unpredictable bitch and I couldn't wait to see if my prediction was correct, Harry grabbed his key from his pocket, he inserted it into the lock and turned the handle, he pushed his way into the house and shouted for his Nan I stood and observed the house for a minute, until i lost sight of Harry as he turned to what seemed like a kitchen. A screech filled the house

'Ocean!!' he screamed 'Ahhhhhhh' I ran at top speed to the kitchen to find Harry knelt beside his Nan shaking her, he was muttering words I couldn't quite hear, I directed my eyes towards his Nan, she was lead across the floor, her face was pale like the moon and wrinkled like an the wood of an old tree. I moved my eyes towards her chest, there was no movement. Shit. I quickly knelt down next to her and opposite Harry, he was still shaking her.

I lightly grabbed her wrist, it was limp and lifeless, I tried to feel for a pulse but there was none. I stood to my feet and looked down at Harry, I walked around to the back of him,

'Harry please stand up' I tried to control my emotion and not cry but it was hard and my voice squeaked, Harry didn't reply so I asked him another three times. No reply. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet

'What are you doing' he asked me angrily, a spark in his eye, it threated to set on fire, I knew he wouldn't hurt me but I was scared. I grabbed both his arms so he was just facing me and nothing else,

'Harry,' I paused and looked up at him

'She's fine' he said

'S-' I began

'I SAID SHES FINE' he was shouting at me now. He took a deep breath to continue, but he stopped and pulled me into a hug 'Say it'

'Say what?'

'What you were going to say earlier'

'But you know Harry'

'I know, but just say it' I couldn't bear to say it but he was practically begging me,

'Harry, she's dead'

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A/N

I'm tired

All the love

M.