-Escape-

Chapter 28

**HARRY's POV**

It hurts to think of her, it hurts to think at all. It has been two weeks since Jade died but nobody seams any better. We all just mope around the old house, memories of her everywhere. Nobody ever says much or at least not to me, I know they all blame me for Jades death as do I. We are all sitting in the living room together in silence, as thing usually are when I'm around. No one says it, but I know that we are all thinking about Jade.

Louis looks up and around at us. He claps his hands together “You know what, I cant take this anymore. You,” He says pointing at me. I look up at him with exhaustion laced through my face, I didn't want another pep talk from Louis, “You need to get out of here. We all need to get out of here! You know what? I say we just leave.”

This takes me by suprise, never has Louis ever mentioned leaving. We have all grown to love the old house, it is all of Jde that I have left.

Delilah laughs a little bit. “Yeah because you always find six bedroom houses in the middle of the woods, right Lou?” she asks

“You would be surprised.” Said Zayn as we all nod.

“Ya know, I think Louis is right mates.” Liam says standing up.

Liam hadn’t talked to me since our little lip lock so for the few seconds we made eye contact I started blushing uncontrollably. I don’t like Liam, I guess that he just kinda gives me comfort. Liam always knows how to make me feel better, so I guess I thought if we were more then friends that all this pain would go away.

Obviously not.

Niall was looking around the room, obviously relieved to finally be leaving this place.“We leave tonight?” Niall asks. We all nod in return before slowly climbing the stairs to grab our things.

I gulp.

I have been avoiding my room as much as possible. Her clothes are up there. All the tee shirts she borrowed, even the sheets smell like her no matter how many times I wash them. Every time I look at the bed I see her peacefully lying there without a care in the world.

I slowly climb the stairs behind the boys and then stand in front of the door.I grab the handle hesitantly twist it. The second I open the door I am flooded with memories. I shake my head, grab my bag from the chair, and walk over to the closet. As soon as I open it out falls my Pink Floyd t-shirt, her Pink Floyd T-shirt. I look away and stuff it in the bag. At this point I'm not even looking at what I am packing, I just want this to be over with so that I can leave.

I hear footsteps at the door then feel a hand on my shoulder causing me to whip around. I suddenly come face to face with a concerned looking Liam. I didn't feel comfortable this close to him, especially in her room. It was almost as if I had betrayed her, as if I had cheated in some twisted kind of way. Liam quickly removed his hand as he recognized my discomfort, “You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” I reply realizing that I was crying and wiping away the tears.

“I got it.” He says taking the back and emptying the clothes out onto the bed.

I go to walk out the door but then stand there. I hesitantly turn around and look at his back, “Liam?” I ask.

“Mm?” he replies emptying my shirt out onto the bed and folding them.

“I’m sorry.”

Liam turns around and looks at me. Another tea falls down my cheek and Liam walks over. He puts his arm around my back again, I love when he does that. I am always the protector, the one who never gets hurt. Sometimes it is nice for someone else to take over and you just get to melt into their arms.