With love, Amelia

10

I still have PCD from the concert last night. I texted Lacey how she's holding it since Niall asked her to hangout after the concert, and she told me that she is surprised and had no idea. Niall brought her home after. I just can't wait for the two of them to be together and then we can do double dates and stuff like that.

"Mornin', beautiful" A deep voice greeted me.

"Morning, Harry" I greeted back and teased him by kissing his nose.

Harry told me to stay the night at their flat since it was already late when the concert ended. I called my mom to tell her not to wait for me anymore and that I will crash the night in the boys' flat. She told me that it's fine with her and that I don't have to ask anymore. That's why I love my mom so much, she understands me so much. She's like my best friend, aside from Lacey.

Dismissing my thoughts, I feel a sharp pain a little below my stomach. The pain wasn't foreign because I reckon that I felt it when I was at the bar with Lacey. Harry must have seen the hurt in my eyes and asked me what was wrong. I want to tell him but I couldn't even form words due to the pain that I am feeling. Harry is already hugging me as he rubs circles at my back, a sign of him comforting me. I didn't even know that I was already crying when he cupped my cheeks in his massive hands and wipes my tears away. After a few minutes of the unknown pain, I jumped out of his bed and immediately ran to the bathroom. And there, I cried and cried.

"Babe?" Harry knocks on the door. I didn't answer him. I need to collect myself before I even face him. I can't be broken. Not again. Not after him fixing me.

"Baby, what's wrong? Let me in, love" Harry knocks at the door one more time, this time a bit louder.

"H-Harry, p-please... I n-need a few minutes a-alone." I pleaded to him in between sobs, my voice cracking. He didn't say anything after that, I'm glad. I look at myself at the mirror. I look so pale and thin. I feel weak too. What is happening to me? I hope this isn't what the doctors say. I need to be strong. For Mom. For Conrad. For Harry. For Dad. For myself.

I wipe my tears away and put my hair up in a messy bun. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I need to at least look like I'm okay. Like I don't care what the doctors say that I'm afraid of. When I decide that I look presentable, to say the least, I open the bathroom door and see Harry leaning on the frame of the door. He looks at me with a questioning face and then smiles at me. He wraps me in a tight hug and kisses my forehead. At least I know that he is still okay but, he still isn't saying anything, which scares me. I'm really not in the mood to talk about my small scene a while ago, but I know he won't drop this and he won't let the day end without bringing it up and getting answers.

Right now, I am in his shirt and sweats and we are climbing down the stairs for breakfast. We are welcomed by the boys greeting us both good morning. Niall is eating a stack of sandwich, which I reckon him telling me that it's his own club sandwich recipe. Seated next to Niall is Zayn, who is eating pancakes, while Louis, seated adjacent to them, is sipping his tea. Liam is on the cooking pancakes.

"What do you want to eat?" Harry whispers to me so that I'm the only one to hear. Before I can even answer, Liam beats me and tells me that he made pancakes, eggs, and bacons for everyone. Harry nods and tells me to sit down. I sit adjacent to Louis, saving a seat for Harry next to me.

"Any plans today, Mia?" Niall asks me as he munches his sandwich.

"Actually, I plan to go back home. I need to help my brother plan his wedding." My voice a little hoarse.

"Oh yeah, about the wedding, what is the theme so that we can tell Richard, our manager, since he is asking. I think we are going to wear similar tux." Louis says.