The New Girl

Chapter 43 - Forever Broken

Aurora Jones.

News about Anne's death spread quickly, letting everyone in town know one of the riches women on earth was dead and the money left to her son. The horrible opinions I've been hearing from people all over the city and on television is something I'm not able to avoid. I do my best to bite my tongue, but I can't just stand by and allow people who don't even know Harry talk crap about him. He's already going through a tough time, he doesn't need anymore stress.

"You alright?" Louis asked, as we walked down the hall of our school.

Since the day Harry said those hurtful things to me, Louis has been beside me throughout the whole time. He makes sure I'm okay and cheers me up whenever I look like I'm feeling down, which is something I am extremely thankful for. It's gotten to the point where my parents trust him enough to stay over at my house. Louis lays with me until I fall asleep, then he goes to the guest room my parents have prepared for him.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm just thinking about Harry and how he hasn't shown up to school." I sighed.

When Louis told us he'd found Harry on the floor, drunk off his ass on the day we all left his house, I wasn't sure what to do. I don't want to leave him alone again if this is what he's going to do to himself. I'm so scared he'll drink so much alcohol that it becomes life threatening and no ones there to help him, I can't allow him to do that to himself!

Of course, Harry's father and older sister are staying with him now. That's a bit relieving, but I still can't help but worry. He could easily leave to a bar and drink as much as he wants, so I still worry about him... a lot.

Louis wrapped an arm around me, something that's comforted me fairly well. "Jones, he's in good hands. Harry's sister, Gemma, is keeping a close eye on him. He won't be able to do anything that could harm him, alright? If you want, we could go visit him after school." He smiled, as we made our way to our English class.

I wasn't sure if I was ready to face Harry, especially after what happened last time. I was so worried he'd lash out on me again, so I don't think I want to go see him yet. It's only been two days since he found out his mother died and the funeral was tomorrow, which is something I'm seriously not looking forward to.

I've never liked funerals, who does? It's just the atmosphere is so suffocating that I'm never able to stay calm and the people crying around me don't make it any easier. I'm beginning to think Harry would avoid going to the funeral, which I hoped and prayed he didn't.. I know Louis said he doesn't like showing his "weaker side," but this is his mother's funeral we're talking about. It's not something he can skip, especially because he'll regret it later on in life.

I shook my head, "I don't think we should visit him, just yet. Like you said, he needs time." I mumbled.

Louis nodded, "I completely agree about the just needing time part, but isolating himself isn't going to do him any good. I'm stopping by either way to greet his sister and father, so you should come to check on him. I'm sure he's already calmed down a bit, not entirely... but a bit." He smiled.

I sighed, knowing fairly well I'm going to regret this. "Alright, just pick me up at the front of the school once the bell rings." I smiled, before walking into my English class.

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Louis and I were on our way to Harry's house, my nerves making it hard for me to stay calm with every passing second. I wanted to reach into my heart and take out everything I was feeling, especially since things could get worst once I'm inside Harry's house. I didn't want to feel the hurt I felt the day Harry told me those awful things. I wanted to check on him, yes, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for another outburst from him.