We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Marina Bay Sands

"Mus!" Liam and Niall yell in unison as they approach me. Before I can say anything, they embrace me.
"We missed you so much." Niall says, moving back.
"Yeah, I can tell." I say, grinning. It's good to see all of these familiar faces. Honestly, I've missed them, too. A lot.
"Come, sit." Niall says, taking a seat, and patting the chair beside him. I oblige.
"We heard someone had a breakup." Liam says, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Yeah." I say, looking at Louis. He avoids my gaze, whistling.
"When did this happen?" Niall asks me.
"Yesterday." A grin spreads across Niall, and Liam's face. They look like idiots. "Shouldn't you be upset?"
"Because we aren't sad, and you shouldn't be sad either." Niall says. I want to wipe that grin off his face. "Now that the bastard is out of the way, you can reunite with Harry." I scoff, shaking my head.
"Harry doesn't want to see my face. He has forgotten about me, just like I did." I say.
"No, he hasn't!" Liam says, agitated. A few people turn their heads, and stare us. Liam scowls.
"Yes, Harry has changed. Drastically. But, he hasn't forgotten about you." Liam says, calmer than before.
"His attitude says otherwise." Liam scrunches his eyebrows, confused. "I met him yesterday."
"Didn't you break up with Josh yesterday?" Louis asks me.
"A lot happened yesterday." Sighing, I get up. "I should get going. Darcy is upstairs, alone."
"Oh, okay." Niall says, getting up as well. "We'll come by and visit both of you tomorrow."
"Sure." I say, heading toward the exit. The sooner I leave this function, the better. I'm pretty sure if the boys are here, Harry will be here as well. I don't want to bump into him, and create a scene.
"Bye!" Niall yells from behind me. I turn around, and wave at him.
******
"Darcy, we'll be late for the show." I say, checking the time on my phone.
"Coming! Have patience." Darcy says, emerging from the bathroom. I smile to myself as I take in her appearance. Darcy looks so beautiful in this black dress. She's made a tight bun, but a few strands frame her hair.
"You look so beautiful." I compliment her, grabbing my bag. Darcy smiles, and tucks a loose strand behind her ear.
"Thanks, but you look better." Darcy says, smiling.
"Oh, please." I wave my hand in the air, dismissing her compliment. "Stop flattering me and let's go." Darcy laughs, but she rushes toward the door.
"Go to the lift." I tell her as I shut the door behind me. I promised Darcy that I'll take her for Grease - the musical, and she held me to it. So, today, Darcy is pulling me to Grease.
"Mamma, hurry!" Darcy urges, impatiently. Oh, so now she's the impatient one. Half an hour later, we arrive at Marina Bay Sands. Surprisingly, I find a parking space easily.
"Thank God, we made it on time." Darcy mumbles as we head towards the entrance of the theatre.
"Thanks to me." I say, laughing at her worry.
"Oh, please! You made us late. We were supposed to arrive fifteen minutes before eight."
"Yeah, because I was the one who spent two hours in the bathroom." Darcy huffs, but she doesn't say anything because she knows she spent two hours, locked up in the bathroom.
"Ma'am, tickets?" The usher asks me as we are about to enter. I hand him our tickets, and he tears off the bottom.
"Thanks." I say, smiling. He opens the door for us, and we enter. Darcy rushes toward the front row, and takes a seat.
"Darcy, I'm sitting here." I say, pointing to the third row. I don't want to be too close to the stage.
"Okay." Darcy says, not even looking back to see where I am. There's a pamphlet on each sit, and I grab mine. I skim through the cast list, and history of the director.
"Are you following us?" I look up to find Niall, and Louis standing next to me.
"I should be the one asking that question." I say, moving my legs so that they can cross over, and take a seat.
"Whatever the case, it's great to see you. Again." Louis says, grinning. He takes a seat next to me, and Niall takes a seat next to him.
"Leave that seat for Harry!" Niall scolds Louis. Realization dawns on Louis' face, and he gets up and takes a seat next to Niall.
"Louis, just sit next to me. Harry, will not want to." I say, unlocking my phone.
"Nonsense!" Niall says. They have no idea about the way Harry treated me day before yesterday.
"You'll see," I murmur. I talked to Josh in the course of the day. He asked me to return, but I'm done with our relationship. It's too late to fix it. The damage is done, and it can't be fixed.
"What is she doing here?" This time when I look up, Harry is standing next to me, scowling at Liam. Helplessly, Liam shrugs his shoulders.
"How am I supposed to know? Ask her." Liam says, crossing over my legs, and sitting next to Louis. The only seat that is left in the row, is next to me. Harry stands next to me for a moment, and then he huffs.
"I want to sit in another row." Harry says.
"They're mostly full. Plus, this is the best row in the house." Louis says, taking a sip of water. Harry stands next to me, contemplating. After a few minutes, he huffs, and crosses over. From the corner of my eye, I watch Harry as he sits down, and takes out his phone.
"Are you here alone? Or am I hogging your husband's seat?" Harry asks, without looking at me.
"No, I'm here with Darcy. She's sitting in the front row. As for Josh, we broke up." I say, tracing imaginary patterns on my jeans.
"You broke up?!" Harry exclaims, shocked. He turns to face me, eyes wide.
"Yeah, don't look so surprised." Harry composes himself, and turns back to face the stage.
"I-I'm not surprised. It's your life, none of my business." Harry says, nonchalantly. If I know Harry at all, I know that he's mentally doing a happy dance.
"Things didn't work out?" Harry says, after a while. Curious much.
"You can say that. It was also becoming..." I trail off. I don't want to tell him that our relationship was becoming abusive.
"Was becoming?" I bite my lip.
"Nothing," I murmur. Harry raises his hands into the air, and then drops them on his legs.
"Why do I even bother? You've not changed. Not even a little. Mus, you'll still show me the cold shoulder, and block me out." Harry's outburst didn't go unnoticed by half of the audience. Unfortunately, in that part of the audience, Darcy is included.
"What's going on here?" Darcy asks us, from the front row.
"Your mamma is being the bitch that she always has been." Harry says, rolling his eyes. I want to scold him for cursing in front of Darcy. However, now isn't the best time for a lecture.
"That doesn't explain a thing." Darcy says, placing her sling bag on her seat, and getting up. She comes and stands next to me, protectively.
"We were talking about her relationship with Josh, and she decided to ignore and not tell me as to why they broke up."
"Why not?" Darcy says, looking at me. "He was becoming abusive. Mamma said he slapped her in the parking lot, and he's been tugging her hair and shoving her a lot." The words leave Darcy's mouth before I can stop her from saying anything I turn to look at Harry, praying to God that he's not mad. Of course, my prayers aren't answered. Harry looks furious. His face is red, and he's clenching the sides of the seats with his hands. He's holding onto the sides so tightly that his hands are white. Harry gets up, and rushes toward the aisle.
"Where are you going?!" Louis yells.
"To tell Josh what his rightful place is." Harry says, jogging towards the exit.