Bad News

Chapter 16 - Realisation

After ten minutes of running, I finally arrived at the hotel where Harry is staying. My phone wouldn't stop buzzing so I decided to turn it off.

The lady behind the front desk was looking at me weirdly. I must look like an utter shit in her eyes with my messy bun of hair and swollen eyes from crying. But I really couldn't careless with what she has in mind. I just witnessed my parents discussing a fucking divorce, cut me some slack.

I run to the nearest lift and press number three. It only took two minutes or so until I'm standing right outside of Harry's room.

I knocked two times along with rang the bell before Harry finally opens the door. His curly hair is wild and he only wears a pair of boxer.

"Grace? What are you doing here?"

I can't answer his question. Not with my current condition. So, I just end up hugging him.

Harry knows better than asking more questions. He leads me to his room and locks the door immediately. He rubs my back in a slow motion and kisses the top of my head.

Once we pulled apart, he wipes the tears that still coming down on my cheeks and makes me sitting on his bed. "Do you want a cuppa? I could make your favourite," he asks in a hushed tone.

I only nod in order to answer his question. He kissed my forehead before getting up to, what I assume, is the kitchen.

There are times when people just feel emotional without even an exact reason. And I admit, I get that too. I usually just stay in my room without talking and basically shut the world out.

My parents knew my routine and after a few months, they get used to it. But Sandra would come to my room, tried to entertain me. Even though I always ignored her, she never gave up. She still came and then started talking about random things.

The thing is, I've never had that ever since I moved out from my parents' house. Uni takes as much energy as work does, maybe even more, but I never experience it anymore. My new circle of friends probably has something to do with that.

I can feel my heart slowly sinks down to the level I never knew even exists. The happiness I felt yesterday has gone into the thin air. Tears won't stop coming out of my eyes and I can't do anything but sit on the hotel's bed.

There was nothing could have prepared me from my parents' divorce news. Sure, they argue a lot more than I know, but divorce?

Harry reappeared minutes later when I was turning on my phone. He brought two white mugs and placed them on the bedside table. He then proceeds kneeling in front of me so we're on the same level. His hands grab mine instantly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks carefully.

A voice in the back of my head tells me to hide it from anyone. I hate to be pitied on. But I also need a friend, someone who I can trust whole heartedly.

"My parents are getting a divorce," I blurt out to him without hesitation.

I blinked back tears again. This is not what I had in mind when I decided to go home. I had expected my parents to be excited upon seeing their only daughter.

"I'm sorry, Grace." Harry sounds sad or maybe it's my mind doing the trick. I'm being delusional. "You can stay here if you want, I'll sleep on the couch," he offers with a small smile.

I shake my head a little. "Can you- we can share the bed?" I was meant to tell him, not question him.

But Harry gives me a nod. "Sure, if you don't mind."