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Chapter 90

I was such a fool for believing that you
Could change all the ways you've been living
But you just couldn't stop

— Lana Del Rey, White Mustang

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Violet's POV

I felt miserable seeing Harry going in and coming out of the hospital room. He looked even worse coming out than he did walking in. It broke my heart sending him in there alone, but Anne suggested I stay back so Harry can have some alone time with his father, but I know Harry didn't want that.

My heart was racing the entire time of sitting on this uncomfortable plastic couch and waiting for him to walk out of that room. When he did, he looked pissed, more so than I've ever seen. I don't know what happened, but it broke my heart when I watched him punching the elevator, and the pain in his eyes when he looked at me killed me altogether.

I still don't know what happened in there with his dad as we now sit at the tiny table in the hotel room with our pizza and waters. He's been quiet and I'm hating it. Neither one of us has talked, really. I don't want to bring it up and have him break down or stir up a panic attack. But on the other hand, I want to help him, and I'm dying to know what happened in that room.

"Harry," I say softly, pushing my pizza to the side. His head is resting on his hand as he blankly and solemnly stares at his half-eaten slice of pizza. He's definitely not a stress eater. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"Not really," he speaks softly with only the slightest whisper of vocals. "But I also don't want to not talk about it with you."

"Okay."

"He kept acting as if he was the victim in all of this. He said that if he would have stayed then he would have been miserable...because of me."

I don't even know how to respond. He deserves way better than this. I should've gone in with him instead of staying out with the rest of his family. Maybe that would've eased the tension between the two of them.

"He even asked about Lilly."

"Really?"

He dives into everything else that happened in there and I have no words. Harry doesn't deserve this and it breaks my heart to see him go through it.

After talking it out for about twenty or more minutes, Harry crawls into bed and turns on the tv. As I'm cleaning up from dinner, his phone dings and then he says, "My mum wants to know if we want to go down to the pool with her and Gemma. I'm going to stay back and try to catch up on some sleep. I don't feel very well."

"I'll stay here then."

"Vi, if you want to go swimming then go swimming. Don't let me stop you."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," he says. "I'll text my mum back and tell her you'll meet her at the elevator."

"Text me if you want me to come back."

"I'll be fine."

I find my bikini at the bottom of my suitcase and quickly put it on then grab a towel from the bathroom. I kiss Harry goodbye then meet Gemma and Anne where he said they'd be.

"I'm glad you're joining us, Violet."

"I wish Harry would've come along. I hated leaving him like that."

"How is he doing? He looked petrified coming out of that hospital room."

"He's not taking it too well."