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71

Grace

I had completely forgotten how much airplanes suck. It's been over a week since I've been in one of these glorified death machines and I did not miss them one bit. The fact that I have to go on another, longer flight in just a few days is horrible. And that's without taking into consideration I'm going to be going home, without Harry.

My hand is tight in Harry's, just like it's been since take off. I nearly started crying during take off, so I'm glad he was the one next to me. Holly would have just brushed me off and Elias probably would have gotten annoyed with me clinging onto him like a baby.

Last night's conversation changed a lot. It broke my heart to hear him say that he didn't want me to go back home because he was scared it would be too much for me. I hate that he's nervous about my mental health and being apart from me. He shouldn't have to worry about that stuff.

But at the same time, I'm worried about him too. I'll have Holly and Elias, even Katie. But I don't know what his support system looks like. Does he have good friends that he'll be able to turn to when I'm not here? I know his mom lives far from his house in London, so does his sister. I just don't want him to be sad.

Thinking about his mom and Gemma only reminds me that today is the day we're meeting. Harry said they should be getting to his house by lunch time. We land at around eight thirty in the morning in London, so we should be at his place by nine, maybe nine thirty. That would give me about three hours to prepare myself to meet them.

I know Elias is nervous about meeting them too. Holly's just excited to meet the two people who know Harry best. But Elias and I are panicking. We've never been good with parents, and the last thing we want to do is be rude to Harry's family. But most of the time we don't have control over that.

"How are you doing, dove?" Harry asks, reaching over to carefully brush a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm panicking." I admit, biting my lip harshly.

His eyes flash with worry, "About what? Landing? Because I'm right here to hold your hand and talk you through it." he starts, his thumb gently caressing my hand.

"Well, I wasn't worried about that but now I am." I sigh. "I meant I'm panicking about your mom."

His look of concern quickly disappears into a smile, "Principessa. My mom adores you already. And you've talked to her plenty of times the last few days. You met already, it's just a more real life setting this time." he tries to reassure me, but it's not working.

"I'm really bad at meeting parents, Harry." I remind him.

"I know. And I already gave her the heads up that you've been through some shit and to not take it personally if you're not yourself."

I sigh, feeling a little defeated already. "But you shouldn't have to tell your mom that before I meet her."

He leans forward, placing a small kiss on my cheek. "Gracie, you've been through shit, and that's okay. When you get back to New York, we're gonna find you a good therapist to talk to and we're gonna get through all this. But you shouldn't feel like because you have these issues you're being rude to others. Parents are a sore spot for you and that's okay." he says.

We stayed up for a little longer last night, talking more about how things were gonna be when I'm back in New York. It was a needed talk, especially after seeing him so scared for me last night. I agreed to finally going to see a therapist to work through my childhood, and he made sure to let me know he's going to pay for the best one so I could really fix things.

I will do anything and talk to anyone if that means I get a future with Harry. He's not giving me an ultimatum about how I need to get help or else he's dumping me. He just wants to see me get better and I want to get better too.