𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿 (REWRITING)

TWO

I practically run off of the plane. In no way, shape, or form want to run into Harry again. But I'm also curious as to what he is doing back in England. Hopefully not visiting his family, even though I know he will be stopping by his childhood home to see his mother and sister.

In an instant, I feel myself turn around and I begin to walk towards him. But I stop myself when I see him surrounded by fans and paparazzi. There's no way I'm going to be able to talk to him when he's being mobbed.

What would I even say to him?

"Hey, it's me. The girl who was crying on the plane because of The Fault In Our Stars. Is there any chance you're going to be going to your mums in the next month? If so, I'm going to be changing my sleeping arrangements."

I laugh at myself for even thinking I could go back up and talk to him. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what's going on whenever I get to Anne's.

...

As the car pulls up in front of the home that I've practically grown up in, I can't help but feel nostalgic.

I thank my driver before getting out of the car. and get out of the car. I grab all of things from the bag and make my way up the sidewalk leading up to the house.

Gemma and Anne are already out of the door and down the sidewalk by the time I look back up.

"Emery!" Anne calls.

I wrap my arms around the woman who was a second mother to me. I've missed her so much and couldn't be happier that I'm here. She is the loveliest woman I know.

I let go and turn to Gemma. I open my arms and she engulfs me in a hug. It feels so good to be back with the people who I know care about me the most.

"Oh my God I've missed you guys so much!" I say smiling.

We walk inside and I'm hit with the smell of syrup, which reminds me so much of my childhood.

"I'm going to make some tea." Anne says before walking into the kitchen.

Gemma and I sit on the couch.

She's picking at her nails, a nervous trait that she also has.

"Gemma? What's up? I can tell you're nervous about something." I ask.

She gives me a small smile.

"We'll talk when mum gets back in here."

I nod.

...

A few moments later Anne emerges from the kitchen with tea.

I look at the both of them before laughing.

"Okay so what's going on?" I ask.

"Emery dear, we need to tell you something." Anne says getting very serious.

"What?" I question. I already know where she is going with this though. It's obvious.

She takes a deep breath and says "Harry's going to be home also."

"I figured he was coming home. He was on the same plane as me. He even sat next to me to ask why I was crying so much." I reply.

I could tell they were confused just by the look on their faces.

"First, why were you crying? And second, what did he say to you?" Gemma asks.

"Well I was watching The Fault In Our Stars and it was making me cry. He randomly tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was okay. He then proceeded to sit next to me for another thirty minutes just staring at me until I asked him if he had an issue and if he could go." I reply.

"Did he not recognize you?" Gemma asks.

"Not at all. For a moment I thought he did but he said nothing. I was going to go back and ask him what he was doing here but he was surrounded by fans and such so I just walked away." I shrug.

"Are you okay?" She asks yet another question.

I only slightly laugh,

"What's up with you and all the questions today? Of course I'm okay. It stung a little bit at first but I'm good now. The last time he saw me I was thirteen and now I'm eighteen. A lot changes in between those years. I don't know, I probably will just leave him alone." I laugh.

Gemma only looks at me with sad eyes.
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I lay in my bed looking at the ceiling. This place was practically my second home when Harry lived here. I was here all the time. This place is where majority of my childhood memories are. In this exact room is where Harry and I would build forts and watch movies all night until the sunrise.

This place is such a safe space for me. It reminds me of a time when I was truly happy.

A soft knock comes from my door.

I get up from the bed and walk over to the door, just as I'm about to open it the knobs turns.

Harry stands on the other side of the door and his face lights up when he sees me.

He runs to me and throws his arms around me.

I don't hug him back. This is honestly the most hurt I've ever been.

He mumbles into my neck "Emery. God I'm so stupid! I should've known it was you! How could I forget? I'm so sorry I didn't realize it was you on the plane."

He sounds like he's crying. I pull away and look at him. He is crying. I don't want to comfort him but I feel obligated to.

I just pull him back in for a hug and I begin to rub his back.

When I finally sense that he has calmed down a bit I pull away.

"Thank you for apologizing Harry. But I do just want to make it clear that I came here thinking you wouldn't be here. You haven't spoken to me in five years and suddenly you want to act like everything is great between us. I know that I've changed a lot over the five years that you didn't speak to me but that still doesn't change the fact that you didn't recognize me on that plane. We grew up together Harry. Once again, thanks for coming in here and hugging me or whatever that just was but, I'm not dealing with this right now. Harry, you had so long to call me but you never did. I stopped letting you hurt me a long time ago." I say

"Emery I really am sorry. I've missed you so much." he says sniffling.

Harry hasn't spoken to me in five years. Five years. Why am I giving him my time now ?

"Can you leave?I'm really tired and I just don't want to talk to you right now. You've had so long to reach out but you only want to talk because I'm here in person right now" I whisper.

His eyes fill with sadness.

"You want me to leave?" he asks knowing exactly what I said but hoping he misheard me.

"Yes please." I say without looking up to him.

He pauses before he turns around and walks out of my room.

I slowly walk back to my bed before I plop down onto it and let out a sigh.

I'm shocked that he even came into my room and said anything to me at all. I was expecting him to just ignore me the entire time that he was here.

Things have changed between Harry and I, that's obvious. I just don't want to let him hurt me again.

authors note
why would anyone be mean to the king himself