Harry's POV

"Do you prefer duvets or blankets? Or maybe a bedsheet? I can also - "

"Zayn,zayn!!" I chuckle,tucking the ends of the bedspread underneath the mattress.
"I'm fine,really..This is more than I could ask for," I answer honestly, making him smile.

"Alright,alright..But,your back's gonna hate you,tomorrow " he jokes,flopping down onto his bed.

"Trust me,I experience worse almost every night. My mattress is a bloody boulder in disguise, " I scoff,making Zayn laugh.

"Remind me to by you a new mattress for your birthday?" He smirks,leaning against the bedrest.

I jokingly place my hand over my heart,"A mattress? Oh Zayn,that's too much" I say dramatically, making him chuckle.

"No,but really.. Thanks,man" I nod,Zayn waving me off.

"Mate,we've been friends for almost 5 years now,and if I had a coin for everytime you've thanked me..I'd be rolling in money"

"Shut up," I laugh,placing my pillow in place.

The lights were still on,the two of us scrolling though our phones for a bit,Zayn calling Perrie, to check up on her and say goodnight.

Just as my finger hovered over Emily's number,my phone lights up with an incoming call from her.

I answer it with a smile,getting up of the floor,and moving out to the balcony to give Zayn a bit of privacy while he speaks to Pez.

"Hiya,Styles " she chirps,my smile widening as I hear her voice.

"Hiya,Em's" I sing into the reciever earning a soft giggle from the other end.

"Just called to say Goodnight," she says, as I picture the nervous smile on her face,as she bites her lip.

"Well then,Goodnight Angel" I chuckle,a laugh coming from her.

"Eager to get off the line huh,Harold?
She jokes.

"Oh trust me darling,I would talk to you all night if I could.. .But,it's late and I don't wanna keep you up," I answer honestly, a small sigh coming from her.

"How are you even real? Your sweeter than candy,Styles,and it baffles me most of the time,"

My heart warms at the thought of her saying that,a small chuckle leaving my lips,as I decide to tease her a little bit.

"Sweeter than candy? Did you get that off of a Hallmark card or something?" I joke,making her playfully gasp.

"I take that back!"she giggles . "Your mean," she answers. I can practically see the smile playing on her face,despite her words.

"Aw,darling I was just teasing!" I laugh softly,a small "hmph " coming from the other end.

God,she's adorable.

"Wish I could come over,and kiss that pout away," I sing,making Emily laugh.

"Well,I guess you'll have to save that for tomorrow morning,then?" She answers.

"Guess I will," I answer back,a soft sigh coming from the other end.

"M'sleepy," she yawns,making my chest flutter.

Fuck,how does she find a way,to get cuter,and cuter, by the minute?

"Em's,that's why I said,I didn't wanna keep you,up" I chuckle lightly.

"I know,I know..But,I like listening to your voice before I sleep..S'nice," she says,her voice becoming softer.

"I like hearing your voice before I sleep as well," I smile,making her scoff playfully.

"Shut up,my voice sounds tired, groggy and disgusting " she giggles,the sound still making my stomach flutter.

"I think it's cute," I chuckle.

"Sure you do," she jokes,as I hear her plopping down onto her bed.

"Alright darling, I'm not gonna keep you up any longer.. Get some rest,yeah?"

"..M'kay" she says,her  voice muffled by her pillow.

"Night,angel" I smile,a small yawn coming from her.

"Night,Harold " she giggles,shuffling around on her bed.

"That name,is never gonna die is it?" I joke.

"Nope" she laughs.

×

I was leaning against the wall,going through some school work,as Zayn did the same,rummaging through his bag.

"Oh,yeah" he mumbles,turning around to face me.

"Lookin' at papers and stuff..It reminded me..Have you found anything else?" He questions,sitting down at the foot of his bed.

"Yeah,actually " I begin,sitting up straight,hugging my knees to my chest.

"The letter didn't say much,but apparently...My aunt,knew"

"Wait.." he starts,shuffling about the duvet. "Aunt Marianne?" He questions, making me nod.

"Yeah,I was surprised too.." I sigh,playing with the rings on my finger.

"She didn't tell you ? Didn't...I dunno,write to your dad,maybe?"

"None of that,actually..I thought she would too.."

"Shit.." he mutters under his breathe,as I sigh.

"I'm so fucking confused, Zayn! I..I don't have a clue,about what's going on,and I just..God,I just wanna know what happend. That's all," I say ,my voice becoming quieter and quieter as I talk.

"I know,man I know.." he huffs,getting up,to sit down on the floor with me.

"It'll get better mate,I promise" he smiles softly,patting my forearm.

"Doesn't feel like that," I chuckle sadly,raking my fingers through my curls.

"Soon,Harry..Soon.." he begins. "Until then,you have us..You have The boys..Mum and Saafa...You have,Emily" he finishes,a small smile creeping onto my lips.

"I do.." I nod slowly. "I do..And,I can't Thank you guys enough..You..The lads..Your family - " I say,but Zayn cuts me off.

"They're your family,too " he smiles.

Haven't felt as If I had a family,for years now..I've missed the feeling...

Its..New,but..Feels right,at the same time.

×

I crept up the stairs in silence, the sound of creaky floorboards filling my ears.

I was back from practice,throwing my gym bag onto the floor of my bedroom.
The clock blinked 6:03 ,the flashing of the red numbers,grabbing my attention. I sat on the side of my bed,my feet planted to the carpet.

I just stayed there for a good 10 minutes. I don't really understand why I do this. I find it odd myself. Sometimes, I would just stare blankly at the wall,not a sound coming from me.

Was that normal?

No,of course it's not normal.

Fuck,I've officially lost it.

I break out of my trance,and pace around my room,moonlight pouring through the window and curtains.

I run my hands through my hair a million times,before finally deciding to take a look at the only 2 letters I've found.

Oddly enough, I realized that both of the letters,were in chronological order.

Weird? Yeah.

The first one read on about how...she was sorry,and that..Yeah,that was basically it.

And the second one read on about,how she was...Okay,and tha she was financially stable ,and that she had already told her sister.

One thing that has been eating away at me,was the fact that My aunt didn't even bother to call.

She didn't even bother telling her sister's..husband or even her son.

Something wasn't right here. I know Marianne. She loved me. Use to visit her favorite nephew as she used to say,every 6 months.

What the hell happened?

Why hasn't she said anything?

I should just call her,you say?

Well,that isn't possible.

Fuckin' dad,never bothered to save her number,or write it down anywhere.

I never got her number, for very obvious reasons.

And finally ,my mum was the only one who had it,scribbled away in a notebook.

Where was that notebook?

I have no fucking idea.

And,with that thought.. I was already making my way to his room,not bothering to be careful, since he hasn't been home for 2 nights now.

I look into the places I did before, making sure I haven't missed anything.

After about 10 minutes,of endless rummaging,I rule out the cabinets, his closet and the bedside table.

That was pretty much his room,to be honest.

I clench my eyes shut,thinking long and  hard about,places he could have possibly hid them.

Then I remembered, finding a whole lot in the kitchen,the time I almost got caught.

I run down the stairs,almost tripping on my own feet,before reaching the table.

I kneel down onto the wooden floor,flinging the cupboard doors open.

I search high and dry,but find nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

"For fuck's sake," I seethe,throwing a bunch of newspaper back into the cabinets.

He hid them.

That,fucking bastard.

I shove the newspapers back into the dusty shelves,thinking of places he could've hid the letters in.

The house wasn't that big,so where on earth could they be?

I mean..You haven't found them for over 3 years,so guess he's pretty good at this shit,My brain adds,making me roll my eyes.

Fuck,I'm talking to myself.

I've gone mental haven't I?

×

"C'mon," I mutter to myself,as I lift the mattress up,once again,somehow thinking a letter would just magically appear .

"Shit!" I yell,throwing the mattress back down,causing a puff of dust in the air.

I was tired of this.

Fuck,I'm so tired .

"Damn it!!" I yell,throwing the pillow onto the floor,clutching my hair.

I wasn't mad.

I wasn't sad.

Hell,I didn't even know what I was feeling at the moment.

I let out a rugged sigh,sitting down on the cold floor,my head rested against the foot of the bed.

I stretch my legs out,my foot hitting the covered pillow.

The pillow.

I lean forward frantically, grabbing the pillow,practically ripping the cover off.

There it was.

Shit,I found it!!

I take the small envelope in my hand,opening it up fast,but carefully.

I inhale sharply,before opening it up,seeing the black ink,fading away.

Dear,Robert

You haven't written back. Not once.

And,I understand.

Your angry. And,that's okay.

But,please just tell me If Harry's okay. I need to know..How is he coping? I feel terrible..Honestly, I do. And I need him to know that. I need him to know,that I didn't want to hurt him. I need him to know,that I'm okay. Please Robert, just this once...

My heart clenches at the words,as I swallow the lump in my throat.

I need to know,that your okay.

     - Anne

I frown at the last sentence  as I turn the paper over.

That was it. It was short,which meant she probably wrote to him again.

My mind itched at the thought of other letters,but I just couldn't scower the house for a bunch of papers anymore.

I take a deep breathe, my head hitting the foot of the bed,once again.

I shut my eyes,one sentence in particular, playing in my head like a tape recording.

"I need to know,that he's okay"

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All the love - V