Harry got there around 5 am the next day. I hugged him and cried on the way to the airport. I talked and talked, and he listened and listened to my problems. We got to Harry's nice home around 3 in the morning the day after Harry got me. I was sleeping in the car and felt the feeling of being picked up but I was too tired to wake up then.
I woke up the next day with Harry's arm around my waist. In his room. I tried to get out of Harry's grip but he only pulled me closer when I moved. Then I remembered why I was even with harry. My mom. A wave of pain washed over me. I laid back down and cried softly. Harry woke up and turned me around when he heard me crying. "Baby. It's okay." He pulled me onto his lap and rocked me to sleep.
I slept for about another 2 hours then woke up hyper. I wanted to be sad but I knew something bad was about to happen. I was getting her reasons for the death paper soon. I was scared about what could have happened. What if I had gotten up earlier would she still be here? I felt guilty. That was until I found out why she died. The paper came in and told me she had the drug opioid in her bloodstream. My mom did that? How could she? I hated my feelings. I felt sad and mad at the same time! She knew she could overdose but she did it anyway! I cried that night and Harry held me tight. He sang to me and gave me flashbacks to when I was crying in the shower of the tour bus.
All I know is that there is no letting go of Harry now.
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This one isn't as sad as the other one is but I'm sorry if it made you cry.-G.R.
