Songs Of The Chapter: (Gonna go Old School on this chapter!)
. The Chain - Fleetwood Mac
. Love Hurts - Def Leppard
. Foolin' - Def Leppard
. Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) - Journey
. Faithfully - Journey
Harry's POV
After almost six months of being in the UK, I decided that it was time for me to go back to the US. I needed to get the rest of my belongings, I had no intention of actually living in the US any further. The States had been bad for me mentally, so I didn't need to just jump back into it.
I arrived in the States on a early Wednesday morning. I still had they keys to the flat that Damian and I shared. I knew I wouldn't be able to get all of my belongings but I needed the necessities, like my transcripts and such.
I had been in my old flat for almost twenty minutes when I heard the front door open. I hadn't expected anyone to be there since Damian had classes during that time but I soon heard his voice and Emily's. What surprised me was that instead of hearing the sound of two pairs of footsteps, I only heard one and a sound of crunches going across the kitchen floor.
"Sit down, babe. I'll be right back, just let me grab your books." Emily said.
I quickly opened up my wardrobe door and closed it just as I heard Emily walking past my old room. When she begun walking back towards the kitchen, I heard her suddenly stop. "Damian, I think somebody has been here."
"What do you mean?" Damian yelled.
"The door to the room where as-shole stayed in is open and the bathroom door is also."
I rolled my eyes at my stupidity, I knew that I should have scanned the area before I did anything in the flat. I didn't want anyone to know that I had even been in the flat. I thought I would get away with it because nobody knew where I kept my transcripts and family photos, they were always under my bed.
"Do you want me to check?" Damian asked.
"No, I'll look. I don't want you to walk more than you have to."
"I'm not crippled." Damian laughed. "I mean with the accident and then spraining my damn ankle two weeks ago hasn't made me unable to walk."
"Yeah but you're in crunches and they suck to walk in."
"True."
A few seconds later I heard footsteps entering my old bedroom. I tried to quiet down my breathing but it was no luck, Emily opened the wardrobe and I was exposed. "Harry!" She screamed in a whisper. "What the fu-ck are you doing here?"
"I came for my things." I whispered back.
"Why the hell would you come back to America? I know you, Harry. I know you are here for more than just your things."
"That's all I came for."
"Yeah sure. I wont tell Damian that you're here because he hates you, as do I, but I suggest you get your sh-it and go. I'll take Damian into his room. I won't tell Juliet that you came back, she doesn't need the extra stress."
"Thank you."
"By the way, I want to give you a suggestion."
"Yeah?"
"Wear a fu-cking condom next time."
"What are you going on about?"
"You know what I am talking about, now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go cover your ass for the hundredth time since I've known you." She snapped in a whisper before turning away and heading towards the hallway.
"I guess I just forgot to shut the doors. Everything seems to be intact." Emily said.
"Oh okay." Damian replied.
"Hey babe?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think that you can come to the bedroom real quick? I want to show you something."
"Oh, really? Is it something naughty?"
"Possibly." Emily laughed.
"You know that I can't hu-mp correctly with my ankle like this, yeah?"
"I know." She giggled.
A minute later I heard Damian walk through with his crutches and into his bedroom. I quietly got out of the wardrobe and walked over to my bed. I grabbed my folder from beneath the bed and made my way out of the room.
I quickly walked across the flat and to the front door. I opened it as quietly as I could and shut it in the same order. I made my way down the hallway and to the elevator.
When I reached the lower level, I went outside. I spotted Damian's Explorer and out of curiosity I noticed that it was still running. I walked over to it as swiftly as I could, I just couldn't stop myself from looking into it.
I looked into the back of the Explorer. There were two bodies in the small space. It took a few seconds for me to recognize one of the faces, it was Jade.
Jade's head was rested on another mans lap. A man with brown hair looked down at her with admiration in his eyes, and brushed his left hand through her hair. I could see that Jade was asleep but my mouth dropped open when I saw the guy bend down and kiss her forehead.
I ran away from the vehicle as quickly as I could. I was in a state of shock and of anger. I had expected Jade to wait for me, I mean we were on break. It hurt me to see her with another man. It always hurt me to see her with someone other than myself. It hurt me to see him brush his fingers through her hair, it hurt me to see him stare down at her in admiration. Why couldn't that be me? Oh yeah, I remember, because I was a fucking arse.
I took the town bus to a ran down hotel on the other side of town. When I stepped into the room, that was when I broke down. I slammed my folder onto the small table in the room and sat down on the bed. Tears scrolled down my face for the first time in months, seeing Jade made me realize how badly I missed her.
When I finally calmed down I got off of the bed and went to the folder. I remember checking the folder on the bus before I got off but to my surprise my passport was missing. I had left my only exit out of this country on a city bus. "Fu-cking idiot." I muttered to myself in anger.
A/N: Two updates in two days! Hopefully this was okay. I missed writing for everyone with all my breaks that I have had since December, I apologize about that in all honesty. But everything is a lot better in my life and writing is one of my main goals at the moment.
A reader asked me to add a picture of Emily because she had forgotten what she looked like so it'll be in the media.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.
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