All My Love

Chapter 82

I sit there with tears streaming down my face as I stare at the letter I just finished reading. Little drops of my tears begin to smear the ink and I hurry to wipe away the rest. I did not expect that at all. I was expecting a letter begging him to come back. Begging him for forgiveness. I would've never thought that she'd be telling him she got an abortion before cheating. How could someone be so cruel? Then again, I have no right to judge because I have no idea what I would do if I was in her situation. Harry would be a father if she never got a procedure. I can barely process this myself, how in the world is Harry going to? Knowing his temper, it won't be pretty. I know he doesn't want to hear anything that has to do with this letter but this is something I can't keep from him. There's just no way I can keep this to myself and move on with my day to day life. He needs to know. This is way too important. I wonder if his mother knows? Probably not honestly, his mother would've brought it up to him.

I fold the letter up and stuff it back into the envelope, pushing it away from me. I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath before standing up and staring towards Harry's bedroom. I need him to know. I really want him to know, no matter how much he tells me he doesn't care. He just has to.

When I make it up to Harry's doorframe, after taking my sweet time, I see him sitting up against his headboard. His eyes are down at his phone, doing whatever it is that he has been the past fifteen minutes. I lean up against the frame and cross my arms, staring down at the ground before looking up at him. Harry must sense my presence because his eyes glance up, taking a double take at my appearance.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks in concern, getting off his bed without thinking. I step into his room and wipe away the tears that linger on my cheeks. I'm scared, nervous, and anxious. I really have no idea how he's going to take this. Will he break up with me? Will he go back to Nessa?

"Why didn't you want to read that?" I immediately ask when he makes it up to me.

"I told you I don't give a shit." Harry shrugs it off but I don't buy it. He's hiding behind the mask.

"What's the real reason Harry?" I uncross my arms and try to keep eye contact with him but he looks off to the side.

"I don't know.. I-I thought that if I read it, I'd get sucked back into her and forgive her." He tells me and grabs the back of his neck before looking down at me. I feel my eyes begin to water and he rushes his thumb up to underneath my eye and begins to whisper. "Why are you crying? What's wrong? What happened?" His voice full of genuine concern, still wiping away silent tears.

"I think you should read the letter Harry." I manage to get out. I don't understand why this is so hard.

"No. I told y—"

"—I know you told me you don't care but... But you need to read it. It's more important than you think." I grab Harry's hands and look up at him. He scrunches his face at me in confusion and I take a deep breath before taking him out of the room.

"Becca, just tell me what's so important about it." Harry speaks when we make it to the kitchen and I let go of his hand, reaching for the letter.

"I can't be the one to tell you. I love you but it's not my place." I hand over the envelope and he looks down at it for a few seconds before taking it from my hand. "I'm going to go home so you can.. Process it without me being on your shoulder." I look down at the ground before stepping on my tip toes and kissing his cheek. As I go to walk by, he grabs ahold of my wrist, stopping me.

"Please, don't leave." Harry frowns and I shake my head, taking my arm back.

"I think you should be by yourself while reading." I say and he rolls his eyes. "If you want to talk later, I'm here for you. You know that."