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Harry's POV

Was that dripping water?
Since when,was there a leak in the bathroom?

I was sat on the grey couch,the painfully annoying sound of water hitting the tiled floors,filling my ears.

I had got back from Emily's place,about an hour ago,coming....."Home" straight.
Zayn begged me to stay a little while longer,until I was sure that my situation, with my dad was cleared. I obviously denied,since I had already been there for 2 nights,and I felt as if I was intruding, even though I'm quite close to him and his family.

The walk here was hard,since all I could think of was Emily,and what had just taken place.
I couldn't stand seeing her that way.

It hurts me.
It physically hurts me.

After a bit,she got tired of crying,and fell asleep against my chest.
She looked so peaceful...And,calm...After everything that she had just gone through,it made me happy that she finally got a break from all that.

I stayed like that,with her for an hour or so,before her parents came home.
I tried my best not to wake her,while tucking her back into bed.

Yes,I said "Tucking" . Because, that's exactly what I did. I made sure she wasn't cold,and that her blanket wouldn't slip off of her.

Or,maybe it was just an excuse to be closer to her as much as I could.

Whatever.

I told her parents that I came over to finish up a school assignment with her,and that she fell asleep since it got quite late.

They didn't ask any questions..In fact,her mother even offered to drive me home,but I politely declined,since she didn't need to know about the shithole, I live in.

But,of course I didn't leave Emily's house without leaving her a note.

Took me five attempts, until I finally decided on one.

I thought,that would be the end of my day,until I came back here.

He wasn't home,thankfully, which meant I was completely alone.

And,no matter how much I tell myself not too,my mind keeps screaming at me to go into his room.

Ever since I found that one letter,its been eating me up on the inside.

I knew there were more,of them..
I just knew....

I was sitting downstairs for at least 45 minutes,until I finally decided to look for the other letters.

I mean...how hard can it be?

I make my way upstairs, opening up the door to the room,that he barely even uses.
But,for some reason forbids me to go into.

Which meant he was hiding something...Actually,scratch that...
He's probably hiding A LOT of things.

Dust fills the room,as I open up the closet, to find a couple of shirts,pants and an abnormal amount of cardboard boxes.
I tell myself to get back to that in a minute, before I move on to check underneath the mattress.

Last time I checked, I found something that I will now cherish, forever.
A Polaroid of my mum. I carry it almost everywhere I go.

It gives me a sense of peace, and safety...

I lift up the old mattress ,lint and dust filling the atmosphere, making me cough.
I kneel down,and blindly pat my hand against the bed,feeling nothing but emptiness,and most importantly..

A lot of dust.

I drop the mattress back down,with a sigh,before turning back to the closet.

I take out a few of the boxes,most of them being old cardboard boxes that held packs and packs of alcohol.

Oh,how surprising....

I roll my eyes,before opening them up,to be faced with a bunch of old clothes and bedsheets.

Well,what was I expecting? For the letters to be right under my nose?
I haven't found these in over 4 years,I should know that it isn't going to be as easy as I hoped it would.

I push away the big boxes,and lean over to check some of the old shoe boxes.

I breathe a sigh of relief, when I hear things rattling on the inside of the worn out cardboard.

I empty all of them out,a bunch of old watches and keys,falling onto the floor.
I desperately, move them here and there,looking for a piece of paper,or a small envelope of some sorts.

My eyes widen in surprise,as my fingers brush over a rather unkempt,discolored envelope.

I turn it over,to see that ut had been ruined by water stains,but it was clear enough to see,who the letter was addressed to.

To : Robert Styles

I open it up eagerly,but carefully, taking it out,and turning it over immediately.

Dear Rob,

          How are you? I hope I haven't worried you too much,after my departure, because let me assure you,that I am fine. I'm safe,and doing okay. Although,that doesn't justify my actions in any way. How is Harry? I hope my boy is doing okay...

Tears well up in my eyes,as I read the previous sentence.

If only she knew,what was actually going on....

I want you to know,that I have a place to stay,and that I'm financially steady,and comfortable. How you may be wondering?
Marianne is aware of my departure, and is doing as much as she can.

Aunt Marianne,knew?...But..How?

I know what you must be thinking, but please don't try and contact her..She's not in the place to do so,Rob,and I hope you understand..Actually..It's okay,if you don't either.. I should be the one,who should understand, and I do. I really,do.

I hope I'm able to,write to you again soon...

Keep safe,Robert and..Please,take care of my Harry,for me..

    - Anne

A loud sigh leaves my lips,as I lean back against the wall.

Well,that was odd.

Marianne knew? But,why hadn't she called us,or...I don't know..Contacted us,in any way?

So many questions were rushing through my mind,but are interrupted when the front door swings open.

Fuck,fuck fuck.

I swiftly get up off the floor, placing the letter in my pocket,and pushing all of the boxes back into the closet.

I leave the room quietly, tiptoeing over to mine,when I come to a halt.

"Harry?.." he questions,making me pinch my eyes closed.

I bite my lip,and walk down the stairs, praying that he doesn't realize what I was doing.

I stop at the bottom of the staircase before answering,
"Y-yeah?" ,trying my best not to sound nervous.

"Where were you,the past 2 days?" He questions, no emotion or interest in his voice.

"I was erm.." I begin,thinking of a believable excuse.
"I was at a friend's place..finishing up a..school project " I finish, praying that I buys it.

"Hm" he hums,throwing his keys onto the kitchen counter.
"Tell me next time," he says calmly, before walking out into the,small balcony.

What? Did...he just say..."Tell me next time," and walk the fuck,away?!

Since when,did that start?

I walk back up the stairs,confusion filling my head.

Seriously, what the hell just happened?

This was a once in a lifetime experience.

As crazy,as this is gonna sound...Sometimes...Rarely....

I see my Father.

The man,I used to call my father.

The man who brought me up,and cared for me,at some point.

But,I never see him. Ever.

And even today,nothing much had changed. But,there was just a glimpse of him that I saw...

And,I guess that's the best its gonna get.

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"But I don't wanna read" I whine,making Emily giggle.

Music to my ears,that was.

"We have too!! Come on,just for a bit..I promise"

I pout playfully, making her smile.
"Okay,but only because I like you," I wink,making a blush creep onto her face.

"Did you take notes today? I think, I left my book in my locker" she says, searching for it in her bag.

"Yeah, I did" I say,leaning over to my bedside table.

She reaches over me,to take the notebook,when I playfully raise it higher.

"Harry" she warns with a smile,making me smirk.

"What? I have it right here!"

She leans forward, making me move back.

"Harry,come on!!" She giggles,making grabby hands.

"Darling,its right here,I don't know what your talking about" I say,continuing to tease her.

"Harold,I swear,  she laughs, reaching for the book.

I continue to move back,Emily's legs now on either side of my torso.

Her fingertips brush against the notebook,but her focus wasn't on getting hold of it anymore.

My eyes met hers,as one of her palms were placed against my chest.

My arm slowly comes down,as she leans in pressing her lips to mine.

I drop the book onto the floor,my arms wrapping around her waist.
She smiles onto the kiss,her hands getting lost in my hair.
Our lips move in sync, as my hands move up to her back.

She breaks away,her forehead pressed against mine.

"What was that for?" I question,out of breathe.

"This" she smirks,reaching down to the floor,grabbing the notebook.

"Oh,your gonna pay for that," I smirk,tackling her onto the bed,making her giggle.

I would do anything, to hear that sound whenever I can...

A/n Stick with me guys,cuz things are about to get interestingggggg  ;))))

All the love - V