Now that Mya has made a run for it, will she be able to survive running from the Mafia, staring a new life and love without been caught?
But what will this mean for Harry and his unbearable love for mya. Will he be able to accept that she has finall...
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Maybe it's the way he looks at me. Or the way he squeezes my hand when he knows im anxious. Or the way his hair blows slightly in the wind. Or the way any clothing would look good on him. Or maybe its because i'm completely in love with harry.
Like now, his hand is in mine. I hold his tighter because I know hes scared. Im scared for him, We walk silently into the cemetery. The sun warm on our skin and the birds chirping. I pull him closer to my side as I feel my heart in my mouth as we approach her grave. Harry stops, I follow, it feels like all my blood just froze inside of me as I stand staring at our daughter's grave. I slowly try and take my hand from his to go closer, I never don't approach her grave like its nothing. But harry doesn't let me.
"Dont leave me." He whispers, I stop my actions and nod slowly. His scent withering around me. I glance up at him to see tears falling from his eyes, his hair blowing slightly and his jaw tense. I take a deep breath and tug his hand slightly, He involuntarily begins to move again. I step onto the grass, the feeling of Harrys hand been tightly gripped to mine as reach her little gravestone.
This time I let go of harrys hand as I crouch down slightly to be on the same level as the stone "Hey baby." I mumble to the stone as I pick up her teddy that has fallen onto the ground. "Daddy is here." I half chuckle, My eyes look over to Harry. His eyes glazed and a small smile on his face as he stares at me in awe. My heart breaks into a million pieces, this is all my fault why he cant hold his daughter. I quickly look away and rest my head between my arm and knees to try and cover up my crying. I feel my body shudder as I cry to myself. The feeling of Harry touching my back, then the feeling of him pulling me back. I stumble a little as I land on the ground. My body gasping for air as I feel all mournful feelings come back to me as harry grips me.
My mind shuts down. I feel blank, like im floating away in water. My ears filled with liquid as I float. Then I panic as I begin to sink, my face goes under water as I take in my last breath. I claw to reach the top again, but I cant. Its impossible to breathe when you don't have your reason for living anymore. But its my fault, that's what I need to understand. I wasn't attacked, I fell because I wasn't paying attention. I wasn't careful enough. I didn't have a second opinion on if my baby was okay. I took the doctors words and moved on with my life.
But now im here drowning in my own guilt and tears. I scream and scream for help, but there's a little light approaching me, it looks like a glowing hand. It holds it out to me, I grip it firmly as it pulls me up to the surface as my breath is slowly withering away.
I gasp for air as I lay on another person's body. I open my eyes to see Harry. But we are no longer in water and we are on the grass, he looks sad and scared to see me this way. I gasp for air as I look around to see the cemetery. I see Harry staring at me.
"Thats it. Calm, girl. Calm." He whispers to me as I slow down, another panic attack.
They came back after I gave birth to Ayah. Quinn doesn't know what to do when I have them. So I lock myself away in the bathroom when I know one is coming, but when I can't control it he hides away and cries. But harry? He holds me close and whispers to me until I come back down. Until I reach the surface again. I sniffle as I stare into his eyes, his head blocking the sun. His eyes are puffy and his features are just sad. I suck in a big breath and press my head to his chest to try and gather my own thoughts again.
"Are you okay?" Harry questions as his hand rubs my back slowly, Its been a long time since ive had this much contact since a panic attack.
I slowly nod and look back up at him. "Im so sorry. This isnt about me, are you okay?" I question, my voice horse.
Harry frowns before quickly shaking his head. "Hey. Don't say that, you have gone through worse than me. I cant imagine how you are feeling right now, no matter how much it hurts me."
I pause for a moment and stare at him, My heart glowing in my chest. "I love you Harry." I whisper to him as I speak my thoughts. He smiles at me slightly.
"I love you too my girl."
My mind must be too clouded with thoughts of our past because when my mind catches up im kissing Harry with so much force he has fallen onto his back. It feels good. It feels familiar. But its wrong. I gasp at my own actions and pull away . "Oh my god Harry im so sorry." I quickly spit out as im getting off him and standing to my feet before im looking at Ayahs grave "I need to go." I spit out before saying bye to the stone. My feet cannot carry me any faster as i leave him sat by himself.
***** hey bestiessss i missed youuu!!!!
here's a little something *forehead kisses.
also who got tickets to see harry?? I DID AUYAYAYAYA
