𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆 // 𝑯.𝑺 (Discontinued)

××FIFTY SEVEN××

Harry's POV

"Have you checked in places,that are hard to approach? Like..I dunno,the dingy basement maybe?" Emily suggests a small smile playing on her lips,as she addresses the basement,making a weak chuckle escape mine.

"I think I have..Erm..Haven't found much down there," I huff,throwing a bunch of old calendars back into the bottom drawer of the empty room,which we used as storage.

She mumbles a soft "Oh" as she continues, to help me look for the letters,in the dimly lit room.

A soft smile spreads across my face,as Emily rummages around the old boxes,a new expression taking over her features,everytime she comes across something interesting.

It's crazy how close we've grown,in the matter of 4 and a half months..feels so much longer,than that. Ever since day one, there's..there's always been that..Sense of..Familiarity..With her..And boy,is that the best feeling ever.

It had been around 3 days,since I told Emily about this.
The night I did,she stayed in my arms a little longer,the memory of her combing her fingers through my hair,as I listened to her soft breathing, still clear as day.

I've been home alone,for the last 6 days.

He hasn't come home yet,but I'm not complaining.

But,another part of me couldn't help but,wonder, Where he was. What he was doing. ...And,why he hadn't come home yet.

What on earth could it be?

I had told Zayn,that he wasn't home,which made him feel much calmer about the fact,that I'm still staying here.

Trust me,I didn't want to.

I hated living in the dark,gloomy hole of a house.

But,I couldn't leave just yet.

There was so much more,I had to uncover..So much more,I needed to find out about.

Where are the rest of the letters?

How do I get ahold,of my aunt's number,so I can call her,and ask her what happened to my mum. Why hadn't she told us?

I could think of so much more,at the top of my head,but one thing that really stuck with me,was the fact,that I didn't know how many letters were actually there.

There could be hundreds of them for all I know.

I'm brought back to reality, when the sound of Emily's phone buzzing in her pocket,echoes through the empty room.

She takes her phone out with frown,that expression soon turning into a wide eyed look,as she stands up immediately.

"Shit,I'm late!" she says, placing her hands on her head.

Before I could say much,she grabs her bag,and turns swiftly to me.

"My mum just texted me,and well.. I should be off," she sighs,slinging the backpack over her shoulder.

"Tell me what you find,yeah? I'll see you tomorrow morning," she smiles quickly,placing a soft kiss to my cheek before practically, sprinting out of the room.

"Bye?" I laugh,hearing her shout one back.

I chuckle under my breath, as I hear Emily mumble a small "Oomph "as she trips over her own feet.

I hear the front door click shut,not long after,making me let out a sigh.

I lean back into the wall,my head lifted up,to stare at the ceiling.