Unexpected Turn. [h.s. & n.h.]

Chapter 18

A/N as you all can see I went into day 7 without going into detail for the night of day 6 and I am sorry for that, I haven't had good brainstorms. The rest of the days are written out, which is a big relief because it was surprisingly hard having to brainstorms the last 4 days. But I did it and now the hard part is over. Happy reading.

DAY 7/PART 1

Something I have always been good at is covering emotions, it doesn't really seem like it but I am a good liar. The occasional times in high school when my mum would ask me if I was okay I would always have the same reply "I'm fine" she never asked questions which I was grateful for, I never shared my true feelings with anyone other than my note book. I would tell her that I was fine and then I would go cry myself to sleep or sit on the roof and smoke because I was so angry and frustrated but no one ever caught on. I was glad I never had to explaining my feeling to anyone I guess because from my experience everyone always says "it'll get better in time" and "I know how you feel" and that's what I hated most, when people told me they understood how I felt because they had no idea, no one knew I cried myself to sleep every night, no one knew that I smoked when ever I was about to break down and no one ever knew I had hyperventilating panic attacks. So really they didn't know how I felt. But then I met Harry and god he reads me like a fucking book. We could be a party and he would be able to read that I rather be home and not at the party. I could simply be sitting on the couch watching TV while thinking about something and he could tell something was wrong and he'd always ask. And he always made me tell him, he says its "healthy" to talk about feelings, but I can't say I agree with him.

It has been seven days; it feels like it's been more than a week though. It feels like its been months, he is still in that hospital bed with no change what so ever. I haven't been to the house since the first day to get a few things, but today I decided to go. I left Brin's hotel early this morning, before she woke up actually. Which I kind of felt bad about but I did it anyways. My phone rang as I was sitting outside the house on the front door step.

"Al its Niall, where are you?"

"At the house."

"No you're not, I'm home I would have seen you come in" he said laughing.

"My house Niall." I said almost in a whisper, the line fell silent for a few moments.

"Are you okay?" he said with full concern filling his voice.

"Yes, I just need some time here. Maybe shower, clean up a little and get some new clothes" I lied, obviously I wasn't fine.

"Ill come by in a bit and get you okay? I have to do some grocery shopping in the mean time."

"Uh yeah sure if you want, ill see you later."

"See ya Al."

I have been sitting out here for twenty minutes already, I was completely unsure if I wanted to go in or not. But it was a cold day and I had two options, either drive back to Niall's or go inside, I stuck with my second option. I stood up and unlock the door, the second I entered the house I wanted to yell "HARRY I'M HOME" but I knew he wouldn't be coming out of the bedroom to embrace me in a hug and kisses. I took my shoes and jacket off and went into the living room, we had Christmas Eve dinner with Harry's family but had our own Christmas, and Harry loves Christmas so he said he wanted to make it a tradition to take down the tree after New Years, here I was a week after New Years with a dead Christmas tree in our living room. I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. No one has touched the food in a week so most of it was mostly bad. I took out a garbage bag and threw almost everything out, I knew that the garbage got picked up tomorrow so I took the bag and brought it outside. I saw my neighbour bringing out his at the same time. "Great" I mumble under my breath.

"Allie!" long time no see" he said waving at me.

His name was Albert, he lived alone but had a son named James but James moved out after his mother died and went to Dublin, Alberts wife pasted away 3 years ago due to cancer but from what I heard she was a lovely women. He also had a golden retriever named Rupert who Harry and me took care of while Albert went out of town to visit his son. He was an older man, I would say around 60 but he was an absolute delight. Always kind to all the neighbour and make wicked cookies during holiday season.

"Hello" I said with a shy smile.

"You should have let me know you and Harry were going on vacation! I could have watch the house for you two"

Fuck. He must of though we were gone because of no one being at the house.

"Albert, we have been in London the whole time, Harry got into a car accident and has been in the hospital in a coma for the past week." I said biting my tongue so that I wouldn't cry.

He covered his mouth in sock, we have known Albert for two years now and he knew us pretty well.

"My god, Allie" he said rushing over to me and hugging me. "I am so sorry." he said choking up a little.

"Thank you Albert"

"How have you been?" he said still in shock.

"We I have been alright, I have amazing friends who have been there the whole time, I have been staying with Niall because I couldn't bare to come here alone but its been a week and I just felt the need to come." I was just gritting lies threw my teeth today.

"That's good Allie, if you need anything you just call okay."

"Thank you again, I should go back in and finish my cleaning before Niall comes."

"Alright Allie, I will keep Harry in my prays."

My eyes watered at his words but I smiled slightly and went back into the house. I took a closer look and could see that dust had been forming everywhere and all my flowers were brown and had barely any petals anymore. The only living this were the cacti. I walked down the hallway slowly. The bedroom door wasn't shut completely, I closed my eyes hoping that when I opened them this nightmare would be over and Harry would be in our bed laughing at a stupid film and begging me to come watch with him. But of course when I opened my eyes everything was the same. I opened the bedroom door and peered in.

The bed was unmade, like we had just gotten out of bed. We normally made the bed after breakfast and we always made it together. He left our bed unmade, which would normally make me angry because I hated when the room was a mess but I creeped over to his side of the bed and laid myself down, I was hit with his smell. I pulled the blanket up to my neck and flipped on my stomach. First glancing at the picture of us on his nightstand. It was a few months back on our trip to Canada, yes I know I never said I would go back but I wanted to take him to Tofino, which was my favourite place ever. Huge beaches, crashing waves and surfers everywhere. We went to the lighthouse and went out on the bluffs beside the water and watched the waves come crashing down and that's were we took that picture.

I buried my face into his pillow and closed my eyes taking deep breaths, This is were he slept every single night, this was where we were suppose to wake up every morning together.

A/N I will be posting part two later today as well, i wanted to make make day 7 one chapter but it would end up being to long so it is coming in two parts.