Broadway Bound

Chapter 21

A/N: HEYYY IM BACK!!! I'm so sorry I haven't written in, like, FOREVER. I kinda forgot about this (lol). I've seen all of your comments. I've figured out the end of the story! yaay! catch: there are only gonna be a couple more chapters after this one. now here's chapter 21! enjoy!!

{Harry's POV}

one month later

it's been a month. I have to get out of here. I mean, I love my family, but I have to get back to New York. I haven't been able to get a gig, not even ensemble. I miss theatre, I miss Ramin and Sierra, and I miss Meredith. I miss her soo much. My mum and dad are tight on finances anyway and can't take care of all 4 of us. I need to leave.
"Harry! Dinner! NOW!" my mum calls.
"Okay just one second!" I holler.
I quickly open up my computer and email Andrew. it says,

Andrew,
hello there! I've missed seeing you. I need to know if there is any way you could get me a gig in NYC. I haven't gotten anything here in England and I'm desperate. I already have a plane ticket to New York.
thanks,
Harry

I head downstairs for dinner. on the table, I see some leftover ziti from the cheap Italian place we ate at yesterday and bread. my mum, dad, and Clara are all staring at me in a weird way.
"have I done something?" I ask innocently.
"uh, er- nothing. just sit down." dad says, unsure of his answer.
After that, we eat in complete and utter silence. After a while, I reach for the butter, accidentally knocking over my water, and the glass goes rolling off the table and shattering into pieces on the floor.
"Great, now look what you've done!!" my mum yells.
"I'm so sorry mum, I didn't mean-"
"Go to your room and don't come out!!! GO NOW!!! Clara, get the broom and dustpan and clean up the mess your clumsy brother has made. NOW."
I run into my room in rage. what have I done to make her so upset with me? the glass thing was a total accident, and I haven't been distant at all since I've been home. I decide to forget about it and go to sleep.

I am asleep when I hear my door open. I open my eyes into a squint, and see a small silhouette holding a teddy bear. it's Clara.
"Come in.." I whisper.
She rather quickly walks to my bed and snuggles up with me.
"Harry, why is mummy so mad?" she asks with her sweet, innocent voice.
"I'm not really sure, love. we don't have much money, and maybe she's stressed about that."
"oh." she whispers.
we lay there for a couple minutes then Clara says,
"Harry, are you gonna go back to New York?"
"I'm trying to get back. I love you, very much, but I need to get back. I have friends, and a job, and a girlfriend over there. maybe, just maybe, I can take you with me."
"really??"
"yes. I mean, maybe. I don't know. I'll see."
"yay! thank you Harry!"
"no problem."
thank you for comforting me. I think I can go to bed now. goodnight!" she kisses my forehead and leaves.
after she closes my door, I check my laptop. I have an email from Andrew!

Harry,
good to talk to you again, sir! I read your message. sounds like a real pickle. So, I talked to the team at Finding Neverland and they said they'd give you a swing! the director said to come as soon as you can. see you soon!
Andrew Lloyd Webber

oh my god. I'm going back to New York.

A/N: HEYYY sorry it's short, but hope you enjoyed!