Chapter 22(Part 2)
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GUYS, HALF OF THE LAST CHAPTER DIDNT UPLOAD! SO I MAKING TWO PARTS OF CHAPTER 22! IM SORRY DHBFDKM
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By the end of the song, Harry was side hugging me and softly humming while Ed finished playing the guitar. I returned the hug to Harry before breaking it.
"Thank you.." I quietly mumbled, whipping away the last few tears.
"Can we go to the grave yard tomorrow? The one near the lake?" I asked. Changing the subject.
"Um...sure! But why?" Harry asked, clearly confused at why I wanted to go to the graveyard.
"Dad," I said quickly.
"Of course, Lee," Harry said smiling and giving me a quick kiss on the forehead. I looked at my in shock before questioning, "Lee, huh?" Raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! Nickname if you like it or not!" He said, sticking out his tough at me.
"Fuc- I mean fudge," Ed spoke up, "I have a gig coming up..." Me and Harry both looked at Ed as he quickly walked out the door. We sat silently for a minute.
"IM IN LOVE WITH YOU, AND ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS" I randomly sang off key, quite loudly might I add. I feel the old me coming back. Harry looked at me in shock before laughing uncontrollable. Well, I thought I did quite well singing that. Not
"W-what...w-w-why?" Harry said still laughing and now on the floor. He clutched his stomach as a silent tear ran down his face.
"It was stuck in my head plus it's catchy, what else was I meant to do?" I said as seriously as I could, before a wide smile spread across my face. Harry finally stopped laughing and kneeled on the ground facing me.
"I like this side of you," he said smiling at me.
"Me too," I answered honestly, smiling back at me. I gingerly wrapped my arms around him and hugged him.
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After Harry running downstairs and telling everyone what happened, no one believed him. I finally walked down the stairs, pretending I didn't hear a thing. Everyone eyes traveled to me and looked at me as if I did something, Harry sat there smiling.
"I'm sorry." I immediately yet automatically said. I got use to people blaming me for things I wouldn't even understand. (AN: this happens to me a lot....)
"Why are you sorry Amy? You haven't done anything wrong" Zayn asked while getting up of his seat and walking towards me bending down to my height. Concern writing on his face.
"I - don't know? I take the blame for things I didn't do to save getting h--h-hurt less," my voice went quiet, only Zayn could here me.
"Amy Lee Tomlinson, you know that we will NEVER hurt you, right?" He said seriously. Everyone else in the room looked confused at the scene in front of them as they never heard me. I nodded smiling at him.
"Good! Now hug me!" Zayn joked as he open his arms. I smiled at the memory of one of my favourite tv shows. Drake & Josh. I came out with "Hug me brother" before thinking about it and hugged Zayn. He released and looked at me.
"Hug me brother?" He asked grinning at my choice of words.
"It was from my favourite show when I was younger, I helped me.." I though for the right choice of words. "forget about things at home!" I answered, winching at the though of 'home'. It became silent and I feel back into the 'quite' me. I dropped my head and became embarrassed at the situation.
"I--I'm going to my room to, um, unpack some clothes and stuff?" I said more like a question. I didn't wait for anyone to reply before I tuned back upstairs and in my room. I smiled at myself before collecting the shopping bags full of clothes and makeup, which I 'had' to get.
(An: IM CHANGING THE TIME IF YEAR SO IT'S NOW THE END OF JUNE! TRY NOT TO GET CONFUSED)
I unpacked a few bags and neatly up them away and started to sort through the bag which had the makeup in before I heard someone walking into the walk in wardrobe and sat beside me. I turned my head slightly and saw Niall holding a bag in his hands. I shyly smiled at him before taking the last few pieces of makeup on the floor so I could sort it out better.
"I never understand why girls wear this...stuff?" Niall spoke beside me. I looked at him and saw him glaring at the makeup, his nose scrunched upwards.
"I use it to hide sca-" I slapped my hand over my month before I could finish my sentence. Hide scars.
"Hide scars?" Niall spoke quietly before grabbing my hand and rubbing my wrist in an attempt to remove the makeup. I didn't try to stop him, I'm tried of trying. I found myself humming a Army Of Two by Olly Murs to myself.
"Amy, there is too many, you.. W-when... Why?" He asked calmly. I didn't know what to say..
"Everything, just everything. It's too much sometimes.. I'm sorry.... I t-though no--- one would care." I stopped a few times, blinking back the tears.
"I care. A room full of people downstairs care, someone will always be here for you no matter what. Never forget that, no matter what time.." Niall said, looking at me the whole time.
"Here!" He said reaching for the bag and handing it to me, almost like he forgot what happened seconds before. I cautiously took a plan box out if the bag and opened it. I took it out of the box and gently took off the bubble wrap. An costly looking camera.
"I can't." I said putting it towards Niall.
"It's yours, sweetie, we fly back to America tomorrow night before our tour starts again!" Niall smiles at me. "Don't worry we're going to the graveyard aswell."
"Thank you, again. Not for the camera but for everything." I whisper to Niall, remembering that dad told me to be grateful for everything, no matter how bad because it always leads to something better.
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Long story short... This was all meant to be ONE chapter! (Chapter 22) but something went wrong with upload and gahhhhh... Technology -.-
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