Illegally yours.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

TIA'S POV.

I just couldn't believe Harry had stood me up.
Beth had rang me at 20 to 6, letting me know Harry was with them in Bar 21 downing beers like
they were running out of time. I'd known from that moment on that he wasn't going to show on time
and asked Beth to come give me a lift. It was pouring down with rain and I was completely soaked, when she'd arrived, I'd jumped in the car so fast I must of scared her.

"Hey guys" I say, wringing my hair out from the rain. Niall was sat in the backseat of Beth's car and I was so happy that things were going right for her, but why couldn't things be right for me once in a while?

"Tee, you okay?" Beth says, her eyes full of sorrow for the blubbering wreck she calls a best friend.

"I will be" I sniffle. "I think I'm going to go back to Texas for a while"
I have been missing my Mum and Dad quite a lot, I need some familiar faces to clear my head.

"When?" Beth sighs, we pull into my drive and thank god that Harry's car isn't here. Has he given up on me? On us? Oh heck I don't care.

But you do.. My subconscious mocks, I fucking hate her.

"Tonight" I whisper, I'll book the ticket as soon as I get in and catch the earliest flight.

"Keep strong Tee" Beth says, moving over to hug me. "I'll see you when you get back, okay?"
What if I don't want to come back? What if being home makes me realize that I have missed it and want to return home?

I nod, give Niall a high five and unlock my front door.

HARRY'S POV.

"What do you mean she's gone?" I sob. I'd been on my way to Tia's house to apologize and beg for her forgiveness when my Mother had called.
"It can't be true" I yell.

"It is Harry, Gemma's gone" I hang up, like the coward I am, I hung up. My role model as a child growing up, my beautiful older sister, the one I protected when anything kicked off, was gone?

She'd fallen asleep and never woke up. That's what the hospital say, she died in her coma. Alone, scared, frightened, did she even know what was happening? I'd visited her twice whilst down in London and part of me wishes I'd of visited more, But I'm a jerk, I only thought of myself... and Tia.

TIA'S POV.

Bringing the fully packed suitcases to my front door, I sighed and looked around. Memories flooded back, the first time me and Harry kissed, our fights and arguments, the sex. Everything happened here, everything started here and yet everything was ending here.

The honk of a horn signalled the taxi was here, only 14 and a half more hours away and I'd be with my family, with my Mum and my Dad.
"Been a long day?" The man driving smiles.

"You could say that" I sigh, ruffling my hair and reapplying some make up. I don't want to look a mess when I go home after finally proving my parents that I can be a responsible 'adult' across the country.

"Boyfriend troubles?" He asks. Somehow I find it comforting talking to this stranger.

"My boyfriends famous, Harry Styles?" I say.

"Sure honey, and I'm the queens son" He mocks, why don't he believe me?

"I'm being serious" I say, unlocking my phone and showing him photographic evidence of me and Harry together, us kissing, just us.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear" He says. "I get so many teenagers in my cab pretending they're with famous celebs I don't know what to believe anymore"

"I understand"