Harry's POV
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It was suppose to be here by now. I ordered Gemma her present two weeks ago. Her birthday was in a week and I ordered her a shirt that said I love my big brother. I Already had her real gift, a pair of diamond earrings and a matching diamond necklace, but I thought she would get a kick out of the shirt. I debated whether or not I should call the delivering service, but I'll do it tomorrow. I think I'm known for procrastinatin in the family, but that's alright.
I decided to text my mom.
To mom:
I'm hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.....I'm going to dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee
To Harry:
Do you want me to pick you up something? Haha.
To mom:
I would love Taco Bell right now :)
My mom hates texting so it's no surprise when I get a call from her. I pick up without hesitation. "Hi Mom," I say cheerfully. "Hi Harry, ok so I'm next in line what do you want?" I think for a minute before I reply with what I want
My mom tells me she will be home shortly.
I'm super hungry now that I know foods coming. I'm too lazy to make a snack so might as well take a nap.
I wake to the sound of my phone going off. 7 missed calls mom. Oh shit, I'm in for it now. I dial her number as fast as my fingers let me. She picks up in the second call. "Hello," the person on the other line says. "Um hi, who is this?" I question the person who isn't my mom. "I'm windy, I work at taco bell. The person who was on this phone left it here, can u come get it?" I nod even tho she can't see me and say, "sure I'll be right over," I hung up the phone and yelled for my mom. No answer. I check the kitchen to see if my taco bell was in there, but there was no sign. I make myself a bowl of cereal and grumble to myself. How could my mom not come home and bring me my food. I could be dead from starvation. I clench my teeth together. My jaw finally relaxes as I think about her safety. I hope she's ok. I finish my cereal and proceed to call Gemma, maybe she knows.
I grab my phone and call her, "Hey this is Gemma, leave a meesage." Really what is it with woman in this family? Even though I just took a nap it's getting pretty late, so I guess I'll head to bed.
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I woke up with a splitting headache. Why do these things all happen to me. I reach for my phone to check if my mom or Gemma called. Nope. Aren't you guys cool. But.....a message from Simon...ugh.
To Harry:
No work till further notice.
To Simon:
What?
To Harry:
I'm sorry.
This is getting weird. Whatever. I'll go check to see if my mom made it home ok. Oh crap, I forgot all about her phone, wow, short term memory or what. I face palm even though it's just me. I get dressed quickly in my skinny jeans a clean shirt and my converse. I brush my teeth and all that jazz and head out the door.
Oh how I love my car. My mom got it for me for my 16th birthday and I still have it. This baby runs like new. My little (insert your favorite car... mines the Ford Edge). I drive pretty fast before I see a cop on the side of the road and slow way the hell down.
I pull in the parking lot and forgot that I needed my disguise. Maybe I'll just go through the drive thru. I pull around and there is about 20 cars, seriously. Looks like I'm going inside. I park and begin walking inside. I get to the cointer, so far so good. The girl comes up to the counter and has about the most monotone voice I have ever heard.
"Hi this is Wendy, welcome to Taco Bell, how may I take your order?" She looks up to see me, but she only lifts an eyebrow. OK maybe she doesn't recognize me? "Um, yeah, my mom's phone is here I forgot to come by yester-," she cuts me off by saying, "for heaven's sake, yes I have it. So chill." Wow rude much. she walks back to a safe and pulls it out. She hands it to me and asks if I need anything. Well I do like food. Sooo, "can I get 4 soft tacos?" She asks for my money and I order it to go. As soon as it's ready I grab it and head out. My mom owes me big for this one.
I get back to the house and realize my mom's car isn't in the drive way. She probably stopped by afriends and drank to much...woman. Maybe she took a cab home? I get inside and yell her name, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM," but no reply. Better check her room. She's not there. I guess she spent the night. I'll try Gemma again. 3 rings later, "hello," she answered in a very annoyed voice. "Ummm hey, it's Harry," I cautiously say. "Oh, hi Harry," Her voice relaxes, "I'm sorry, I lost all my contacts, I'm just annoyed and very stressed with everything that has been going on." Although I can t see her I know she's massaging her temple. She does that when she gets upset.
"Well I was just wondering if you knew where mom was?" She doesn't respond right away. "Harry haven't you seen the news?" My eyebrows go up and I purse my lips trying to remeber if I saw anythng, "nope," can't recall anything. "Mom was abducted yesterday from the taco bell parking lot..." I hear her begin to sob, but I can't say anything. My whole body just stops working. I feel like vomitting. I stumble backwards in to the wall. I can't hear what Gemma is saying, but she's talking through the phone. My body starts to shake and I begin to sweat an abdormal amount. All I can think is that it's my fault. She never would have went to Taco Bell if I didn't ask her too. Everything starts going fuzzy. My body just turns limp and the last thing I remember is Gemma saying, "Harry, don't do anything, I'll be there in a minute."
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When I start waking up I feel something wet on my forehead. I start to open my eyes and I see Gemma in the other room making herself tea. What just happend? Mom can't be gone, it doesn't work that way. How can something like this happen. Gemma notices that ok awake and heads over to me. I'm lying down on the couch in her living room. What the hell, how did I get here. "How are you doing?" She asks in a gentle tone. She had this look on her face like she feels sorry for me. It's her mother too. I wanted hit something. Anything. I didn't want to feel this pain anymore. The whole reason she is gone is because of me.
"Harry do you want to get up now?" Gemma tries again since I didn't answer her first question. Her hair is in a messy bun and she isn't wearing makeup. I guess I should at least say something, "no," short and sweet. I close my eyes again and hope sleep will take my burden away. "I made you some food and tea, it's right here if u want it." I her her footsteps get quieter as she walks away. I peak open one eye too see what she had got me. CHEESE AND CRACKERS YESSSS. I grab some and shove then in my mouth like a wild animal, boy was I hungry. It appears to be dark outside from what I can see out of the side of the curtain. Guess I will call it a night.
------------------------next day--------------------
I'm being shaken by my shoulder and jolt straight up. I look over and see Gemma with tears all over her face she's taking heaving breaths. My eyes are going crazy as I take in her features. "What's wrong?" My voice filled with urgency. "They... fou...found....mooo..ooom," she struggles to get the words out. I jump straight off the couch and grab her shoulders, "where," I demand from her. "She is in the ER." I grab my car keys and realize that I don't have it hear. "Give me your keys, let's go," she follows my demands and we are on the road.
The whole way there we are both silent. The only sound is from her crying. She is trying to stop, but I reach over and grab her hand. She hands my hand with a type grip and I can feel her shaking. I know that she is fine, she has to be alright, it's my mom were talking about. I pull into the parking lot and we are both jumping out of free car. We are practically running into the building. We get to the front desk and the receptionist just takes in the site before her. "Are you he to see someone?" We nod or heads breathlessly. "Can I have the name? " I manage to say, "Anne Styles." She nods her head and her whole demeanor changes. I keep getting more worried.
She leads us to the waiting room and told us that she is in critical condition. We can't even see her yet. We have to wait top she is in the ICU first. My hand are so wet with sweat that I have to go to the bathroom the dry them with paper towel. I get back and Gemma isn't there anymore. I continue to the ICU and see Gemma. I rush to her side and no words could even describe what I was feeling. Is this really my mom?
