A Broken Dream (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Two: A Visit

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•Harrys POV

I was a bit taken back at the dream she had. Zayn had told us about her mum last night after she had gone to bed, and it killed me to think that in a dream, she would... Well, kill me.

When I saw Zayn wrap his arms around her, without her freaking out, my heart skipped a few beats. She's finally letting us help her! I smiled even brighter when she traced her finger over the tattoos on his forearm. I saw this as a sign of accepting our help.

I stood up and made my way over to her. Zayn let go and backed off to let Leah and I have our moment. I pulled a Niall and nuzzled my nose into her neck, tears leaving my eyes and landing on her shoulder.

"I love you, Leah." I held my breath, just wanting to say it. Because that's what I felt, it was a true and deep understanding.

"I love you too, Harry." She whispered into my ear, only loud enough for me to hear.

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We spent the rest of the morning laying around and watching tv, just hanging out. We calmed our nerves with talking about little things, like the crazy fans or the fun at the show last night (leaving out Leah's anxiety attack).

"Passing into South Carolina soon." Dave, one of the assistants, came into the living room and announced. Leah's face went pale.

"Hey, you okay?" She looked up at me with wide eyes, yet they soon softened when she nodded.

"H-Harry, my mom is buried in South Carolina. That's where she's from and that's where she was wanted to stay. Do you think... We could maybe... See her?" She bit her lip, struggling with her words.

"Absolutely." I said, kissing the top of her head. I gave her a reassuring smile and she sat back, relaxing slowly.

"Thank you, Harry." I welcomed her into my arms, her hair brushing my cheek. She pulled away and returned to her sitting position next to me. After a few minutes, I heard her mutter three words, just three.

"I miss her."

I could tell she was hurting, but she wasn't showing it. Anybody would be in pain if their one good thing died, especially if that thing is their parent. I didn't know what to do, so I just put my arm around her and whispered 'I know.' But I didn't know. Both of my parents were loving and caring and never hurt me, and more importantly, were still alive. None of the boys knew either. We've all come from incredibly good backgrounds, nothing even near Leah's. We've never hurt ourselves (on purpose) or tried to run away or hurt as much as she has, and we're all over five years older than her.

Leah explained to me what cemetery it was and I told the driver. He simply nodded and made a sharp turn. After another hour, we arrived. It was fairly nice, yet extremely old.

"This is it." Leah whispered, taking a sharp breath in. I softened my smile before it turned into a neutral line. She was the first to step off the bus. We had pulled up directly in front of the cemetery gates, the bus was too large to fit. Her steps were small and a bit hesitant. After five minutes of walking, we came to a tree with one singular gravestone to the right of it. There were no others buried there, and it confused me.

"The one thing my dad ever did right was plan my moms funeral. He did it just as she wanted, which leads me to believe that he truly did love her. But that monster is incapable of love." Leah explained to us. I was walking next to her with the boys trailing right behind. The gravestone was a bit dirty, but the letters were still prominent.

'ALICE LOUISE GORDON'

'1979-2003'

'BELOVED MOTHER, DAUGHTER, AND PERFORMER.'

Leah's knees buckled and she placed one of her hands on the stone. She traced every letter indent and finally made it to the small portrait of her mother. She was beautiful and looked exactly like Leah.

"Why don't we give you a little while? We're going to go wait on the walkway, and when your ready just come over to us. Take your time, Leah." Liam a announced after a few minutes, prompting our leave. Leah still sat in the grass with her knees pulled to her chest. As soon as we started walking away, I could hear her squeaky baby voice echo to my ears.

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I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry!!!! It's the end of the year and I've been uber busy!!!! Do you still love me? :c

I love you! Stay beautiful,

Brittany