We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

The Cat's Out Of The Bag

Harry's POV
"Bye!" Mus and I yell in unison. Darcy turns around and waves to us, probably for the hundredth in the past five minutes. The air hostess who will be accompanying Darcy on her journey to America, places her arm around Darcy's shoulders.
"Take care!" Mus yells again.
"Mus, chill. She'll be fine," I say. If I'm not mistaken, Mus is on the verge of tears.
"I'm coming from the bathroom," Mus says. Without waiting for my answer, she runs toward the bathrooms.
"I'll be waiting!" I yell. I pick up Mus' bag that she totally forgot about and left on the ground. I dust it off. Suddenly, her phone starts ringing inside her bag, and I take it out hastily.
"Hello, Zahra." I say, reading the caller id.
"Did Darcy leave yet?" Zahra asks me, her voice laced with excitement and anxiety.
"Yeah, she's gone into the airport with the air hostess. Be on time to receive her," I instruct.
"Yes, sir, your daughter will be taken care of. Have faith in me."
"Of course I do. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sending Darcy to live with you." Zahra laughs. "Zahra, I've got to go now. Mus and I have a lot of work to do."
"Okay, bye. Take care, and relax."
"Bye." I say, ending the call. As I'm placing the phone back inside Mus' bag, I notice that her diary is lying in it as well. Curiosity takes over me and I take out the diary, walking toward a corner. I don't want Mus to see me reading her diary yet again. I open it, and a page with yesterday's date opens up.
Darcy is leaving tomorrow. I'm not happy at all. I'll miss her for sure, but she wants this and so does Harry. He knows how to emotionally blackmail me. Asshole.
I chuckle at that.
There might be one good thing that'll come out of Darcy shifting to America, though. She'll gain some distance from me. I think she needs that. After a few months...I'm not going to write that because I'm a hundred percent sure that Harry will find this and read my entries. He's a stealthy gangster, but I love him. I really hope that he won't hang onto me. I want him to move on and live a happy life.
I look up just in time to see Mus exiting the ladies bathroom. Hastily, I shove the diary into her bag, and zip it up. Mus looks around the airport, her eyes searching for me.
"Here!" I yell, waving. Mus smiles and walks toward me. I take her hand in mine and lead her toward our car. "Mus, time to check off wish number one." She looks at me, puzzled.
"What do you mean?" Mus says, pushing away a loose strand of hair from her forehead.
"We're going to watch a movie in a cinema that has been booked just for us," I explain.
"Really?" Mus asks me, her excitement level rising. "Which one?"
"Your favorite, Twilight." I don't understand her love for Twilight. It's such a crappy book and movie series. However, I'm ready to sacrifice by hours by watching it with her. Mus squeals.
"Thank you, Harry!" She gives me a quick peck on the lips. Yeah, I can definitely go through hours of torture just to see that smile adorn her face. I hand Mus her bag as we near the car. As she's taking it from me, I notice that her right arm is covered with bruises. Some are blue, and some are brownish-black.
"Mus, what happened to your arm?" I ask her, touching it gently with my thumb. Hastily, Mus drops her arm beside her.
"Nothing," she murmurs.
"I'm not an idiot. What happened to you? Did someone beat you up?" I say, concerned. These aren't simple bruises. They look like she got them from a beating.
"Who's going to beat such a pretty person like me?" Mus jokes, laughing. "I hit my arm against the kitchen counter. Sensitive skin, huh?" I furrow my brow.
"You don't have sensitive skin and hitting the kitchen counter wouldn't give you such bruises."
"Harry, you think too much about such things. It was an accident, calm down." I unlock the car doors, and Mus hurriedly takes a seat. I'm not satisfied. Mus is definitely hiding something from me. She's not telling me why she's writing about leaving Darcy and I, and neither is she telling me about these bruises. Something's going on and I'm going to find out.
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"Liam, Louis and Niall will be joining us shortly." I say, as we enter the cinema. Mus nods her head, glancing around the cinema.
"Wow, I can't believe that you booked a whole cinema. Thank you so much!" Mus says, opening her bag. She digs around in it for something and then takes out the instant camera. Mus takes a step closer to me, and lifts up the camera.
"Smile." Mus says, as she snaps our picture. The snap comes out, and she hands me the camera, practically hopping toward the screen. "Harry, can you please take a picture of me?" I smile and nod my head. Mus places her hands on her hips and takes out her tongue. Shaking my head at her childish behavior, I take her picture. Another snap comes out. I hear the cinema door creak open from behind me and I turn around to find Louis, Liam and Niall entering the cinema. Niall is holding a bucket full of popcorn and a drink.
"Someone's excited," Louis murmurs, looking at Mus. She turning around, her eyes wide and full of happiness.
"I know," I say. Without warning Mus, I take another photo of her. She looks so beautiful in all three photos. Mus looks even better in the photo that I took without warning her. Mus' natural smile is worth millions.
"Shall we start?!" Liam yells, grabbing Mus' attention. She nods her head. Liam looks toward the projection room and raises his thumbs; signalling that they should begin the movie. The movie begins and Mus takes a seat in the middle of the cinema. Liam, Niall and Louis walk over to take seats as well. However, I stay near the corner and sit down on the seat that's far away from all of them. I want to read more of Mus' diary. I want to unveil this secret of her's. I open her bag, place the camera, and the photos in it, and take out the diary. I flip open to the same page, and continue reading.
I've seen movies and I've seen just how sad the hero or heroine become when their better half dies or breaks up with them. Will Harry also wilt like a flower that hasn't been watered for a long time? Or will he forget about me, like one forgets about their deceased family members? I hope it's the latter.
Why is Mus writing all of this tragedy? I want to groan in frustration.
The pain is getting worse everyday, and so are the bruises. Doc's given some medicines, but what's the use. I have to die. I've stopped taking the pills, letting the pain consume me. Though I have to sleep wearing a shirt that covers my arms because I can't let Harry see my bruises and tearing skin.
What is going on with Mus? Why is she dying? Why the hell doesn't she want to tell me? My answer lies on the next page.
What's the point of telling Harry? He'll just worry about me for no reason. He can't do anything to save me, but I know that if I tell him, he'll try his best to save me. That's an impossibility. The doctors have already told me that I'm dying; my death will be sudden and unexpected, though. Like in a second, without warning. I like the sound of my death. At least, I won't suffer. Maybe someone up there, who's controlling all of this, is happy with me and he doesn't want me to suffer. The thought makes me happy.
I don't realize that I'm crying, until a tear, filled with my pain, falls on the page. I wipe at my eyes, shutting the diary. I don't think I have the strength to continue reading. I sniff, looking up at the ceiling, willing myself to calm down and stay strong. I divert my gaze toward Mus. She's watching Twilight with eyes that are full of light, and happiness. I can't imagine her lying on a bed, immobile. I shake my head, ridding myself of the thought. I'm going to get in touch with her doctor and make sure that he cures her. He has to.