Harry's POV

"Be safe,Em's !" I call out to her,with a chuckle.

God,she was adorable.

With that thought,I sigh and get up off the ground,dusting myself of a bit.

I look at my phone,to see that the time was 12:42 AM.

I tuck the device,back into my pocket,and make my way up to the mud trail.

The walk home was short.
I just drifted of,into my thoughts,while I made my way through the dimly lit streets of the neighborhood.

All I could think about was Emily.

The way she would blush,everytime i called her "Love"....
The way she would laugh at my stupid jokes,even if they weren't funny...

How she would look at me,when I would look at her... I would,just get so lost in her eyes and her beauty, it's crazy...

We're friends...I mean..I've been with girls before,but...none of them have ever made me feel the way Emily does.

And,feeling this way about a friend,isn't right..that's something I'm sure of...

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I walk through the front door,assuming that my dad was out ,just as he is every night...
But to my surprise and horror, I saw him sitting on the couch,his head held in his hands,Letters and envelopes , scattered across the small coffee table..

Letters and envelopes...but from who?

The sound of the door closing,caused his head to shoot up instantly.

I inhale sharply, expecting him to yell at me,or show some sort of anger.

But,as he looked up,I noticed his eyes were red,and his cheeks were stained with tears.

"What are you doing here?" He croaks, a hint of rage in his voice.

"I..erm..I was at..I'm sorry...but I - " I stutter,stumbling backwards.

"Get upstairs to your room...now." he states sternly,gathering the objects that were strewn across the table in front of him

I just nod swiftly,before running up the stairs,and locking myself in my room.

What just happened?

First of all...he was home...and this almost never happens...

And he looked like he was...crying? That didn't seem like my dad at all...
And,the letters....who were they from? Was he sending them out to someone? Did he receive them from somebody? If so,who was it? And why was he so secretive about it?

So many questions were running through my head,that I just sat down on my bed,and stared at the wall in front of me.

My mind was aching, after thinking about all the possibilities.There were So many.

But one of them...just one..seemed to stand out. I kept going back to that thought,feeling pain,each time it ran through my head.

Mum.

Were those letters from her? Why would she send us letters,if she left,without a word 3 years ago?

Thinking about that,brought tears to my eyes. She was my everything. I loved her,as much as I loved myself. I cared about her. And I thought she did to.

But I guess I was wrong.

She left. Just like that. No note..No evidence. Just...gone. She packed up,and left without me. Without saying goodbye.
And to this day,I don't know why. And the possibility, of the reason she left being me...couldn't help but cross my mind every now and then.

Not a day,goes by that I don't think about her. Not a day,goes by that I don't expect to walk through the door,to see her,standing in the room,her beautiful smile spread across her face.

I swore to myself,that I would never reminisce about that day,ever again.

It just brought me so much of pain.

In that moment, 3 years ago..My dad had changed. He wasn't the man I knew. He wasn't my father,anymore.

He's never spoken about her,since then. Never uttered a word. He never even tried to explain to me,what had happened. All I knew was,my mother ran away,and never came back.

She never came back.

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The next day,didn't go by too well. I was in a terrible mood. I wasn't mad..I wasn't sad..I was just...I don't even know,what I was feeling.

Thoughts about my Mum,and where she could be...has always been a thought,at the back of my head. But all of a sudden,my mind wouldn't let it go.

I called Emily,almost first thing in the morning,which helped me feel a bit better...talking to her,never failed to bring me happiness. Sounds stupid,I know...but sometimes,I don't understand it myself.

She seemed a bit ...off..today,while I was talking to her. I don't know,whether it was because I was feeling down,and I just wasn't paying much attention...or if something was really up with her. As much as I wanted to make sure she was okay,my mind just wanted a break from everything and everyone...so I guess I left it at that.

My "break" didn't last too long....sometime in the afternoon,the boys called me up,and told me we had practice. Even though I wasn't in the mood to play,I thought it might help me get my mind off of everything.

I was now sat on the football field, the boys and me taking a quick break.

The others were talking about the game,while I just stared aimlessly at the cloudy sky.

Who were those letters from?

That question hasn't left my mind,since last night...I needed to know.

"What's wrong,Harry? You were quite off your game today...everything alright?" Liam asks,a hint of concern in his voice.

"Oh,yeah no I'm sorry.." I cough,sitting up straight. "I didn't get sleep last night,that's all" I shake my head,looking down at the grass.

Zayn,gives me a concerned look,but I break my gaze away from his.

"I'm fine..really," I chuckle,weakly,looking around at all of them.

The truth was,I was tired of being fine. Because every time,those words left my mouth,I was feeling the complete opposite.

I guess,I'm just,tired of being tired.

A/n  Who do you think the letters are from? Comment who you think it could be!!

All the love - V