Chapter 2.

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Authors Note:

Hi, so this chapter is dedicated to @stargurl48 because she helped me make some decisions about this chapter. 

Oh, and Harry' POV is just a filler.

Enjoy(:

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*Harry's POV*

"Mum, I'm home!" I said, walking into the house and shutting the front door behind me. "Mum?" I said again shrugging off my jacket, it's pretty cool outside in Holmes Chapel since it's the middle of fall. When she didn't reply I got worried, she usually replies to me, wanting to know how my day was. I suddenly heard faint sobs coming from the kitchen. "Mum?!" I cried, quickly running into the kitchen to see what was wrong.

My mum was sitting on a chair, hunched over, her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. "What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing her back soothingly as I knelt down next to her. She sniffled as she said "Emma- Ms. Bates- dropped Lily off here, she's asleep." "So why are you crying because of that mum?" I asked gently. "I'm crying because of the reason that she dropped her Lily off Harry." She replied looking up and I saw that her eyes were red from crying. "What is that reason?" I said wiping a tear away from her face with my thumb gently, wondering what could've made my mom cry and why Ms. Bates had dropped of her little daughter Lily at our house.

"Her ex-husband is in the hospital back in Bradford, I'm not sure what happened but she came running over here with Lily. She told me that she was going to do something to check on him and asked me to look after Lily with you while she was gone. What made me sad is that she said that something very severe had happened to him and his chances of living was 50/50%. What made me cry though, is that she has a daughter- about your age Harry, and this daughter has been living with her ex-husband this whole time. I can't believe Emma didn't tell me anything about this daughter. To make matters worse, before Emma left she did tell me about her daughter and she said that her daughter had a very close bond with her father. It would be horrible if something happened to him in that hospital Harry. What if something happens?!" Mum cried, her voice rising at the end.

I just sat on the floor beside mum's chair, taking all that news in. My neighbour, Ms. Bates, had a daughter? A daughter my age? And her ex was in the hospital? With a 50/50% chance of living? Back in Bradford? I didn't know she was from Bradford. I had a few friends there. I suddenly understood why mum was crying. She has a lot of compassion for people, she really cares. Once when I was very little my pet hamster died, and my mom cried for a full day.

"Mum, it's alright, calm down," I said, giving her a hug "I'm sure everything will be fine, you don't have to worry. And I'm sure that Mrs. Bates will explain why she never told you about her daughter. I'm sure there is a perfectly good reason of why she didn't." She looked up at me again, this time smiling. "I'm sure you're right Harry." A tear slipped down her face again "I can't believe my baby boy is going to leave me soon. I can't believe you're growing up my cupcake."

I chuckled at mum's old nickname for me, well there she goes being emotional again. "Mom, I'm only 16. I'm not leaving you, calm down. Now, would you like some tea or anything?" Mum looked at me. "You're not like a lot of boys your age." she said, like she had just realized that. "Oh don't worry mum, I know." I snorted, giving her a last hug and getting up to make tea.

*Ginny's POV*

I ran out of Mr. Daner's office in a hurry and immediately bumped into Louis. "Gin - what's wrong?" He cried, startled. I grabbed his arm and started running out of the head office. "Ms. Bates! Please come back, we haven't finished talking!" Mr. Daner called. "SHUT UP!" I screamed back at him, struggling to keep tears from falling down my face as I pulled Louis in the direction of the pool to Zayn and Niall. "Ginny... somethings wrong, you just told the principal to shut up." Louis mumbled, stopping and grabbing my wrists, making me stop in my tracks.

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