chapter 4.

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Harry's Pov

Meeting Harper was the highlight of my week. No...my year. It's been so rough moving here and leaving Gemma in England. So to already have a friend and someone to talk to was great.

"Okay I'll see you tomorrow!" Harper called out to me as she walked in her direction to her house. She only lived a couple doors down, across the street.

"Bye!" I told her, before walking into my Gran's home.

"I'm home Gran!" I called out to her.

"I'm in the sitting room, dear." She spoke softer than me.

"How are you?" I asked as I sat down on the sofa.

"Good, and you? How was your first day of school, love?" She questioned.

"Alright. I met this girl- Harper's her name, she gave me a tour of the school and whatnot." I smiled. I figured today would be horrible, but it wasn't that bad.

"Ah yes, she's a really nice lady, Harry. She just lives down the street right?"

"Yep," I popped the 'p'.

She waited a moment before she spoke again, "Harry...how are you...really?" Her voice more serious.

I wasn't ready for this question. "I'm alright," I choked at my words.

"You're mum and dad would be so proud of you." She took ahold of my hand, and kissed my cheek lightly.

"I miss them so much." I cried.

"Losing people so close to you, it can leave a scar. But that scar can remind you of all the wonderful memories of your mum and dad." She paused a moment, "Always remember that Harry. Don't forget about the great memories you did have with your parents."

I nodded and wiped away my tears, holding the rest back. "I love you Gran."

"I love you too Harry." She smiled. "Now, I made chicken quesadillas for dinner. They're on the stove, sweetie."

"Okay, I'm gonna go wash up and Skype Gemma then I'll be down in a bit." I told her.

"Alright dear." She turned the television back on.

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After taking a quick shower I headed to the kitchen with my laptop. I sat down on the barstool at the island. I opened up my laptop, letting it load, while I heated up my quesadilla.

I put some salsa on it and called it done once I grabbed a soda. After I sat down I dialed Gemma's number on Skype. After three rings it began connecting.

"HAROLD!" I heard her shout.

"GEMMY!" I mocked her.

"Little bro how are you?" She asked with a smile.

"Good, I got moved into my room over the weekend. Gran's been a super help on keeping my mind occupied." I told her. "So, how's things back home?"

"Rather stressful, I've got two exams tomorrow and I can't even remember what class they're for." She sighed, leaving a string of silence.

"Harry I miss mum and dad." She began crying.

I tried holding it together, not knowing what to say, "H-hey now, keep your chin up."

She ignored me, "I can't believe that it's already been three months." She sobbed.

"Gemma think of the happy things." I summed up what Gran said to me. I let a tear roll down my cheek.

"It's so hard to do." She sniffed.

I left us in silence, not knowing how to reply. The silence wasn't awkward though; it felt right. "We'll pull through this okay? We'll be alright." Even though I was the little brother, I felt like at times I had to step up and be the man.

"Right..." She wiped away the last of her tears and we talked for about another hour before we finally said goodbye.

"Hey Gran, I think I'm gonna go up and head to bed." I yawned, getting up off of the couch.

"Okay dear, I think I will as well." She paused a moment then asked, "Harry what are you doing this weekend?"

"I don't know...probably just play football (soccer) around the beach. Why?" I asked curiously.

"That Harper girl...you should get to know her Harry." A smile crept on Gran's face.

I smiled at her, "Goodnight Grandmum." I gave her a quick peck on the check before I went upstairs to my room.

I pulled back the covers to my bed and got in. Looking over at the pictures on my nightstand, I whispered, "Goodnight mum and dad...I love you." I let a tear escape from my eye, quickly closing them trying to make it all stop.

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