The New Girl

Chapter 47 - Sleepover

Aurora Jones.

After doing everything I could to convince my father to allow Harry to sleep over, I was finally able to make an agreement.

"I guess I should probably get going, huh?" He chuckled, standing up.

The reason I practically begged my father to allow Harry to stay was because of what he's going through. Harry has finally let me through his walls and allowed me to help him cope with all of this, I couldn't just let him go when he still needs someone to be there for him.

I smiled, "You wanted to stay over, you got it. My dad said we had to leave the door open and have Tramp sleep with us." I giggled.

Harry and I laid on my bed, "You know, you're the only person that's put up with me for this long." Harry mumbled as he slipped his arm around my shoulders, allowing me to use his head as a pillow.

I nodded, "So you tell me."

He chuckled as I placed my hand on his chest, "The only person that stood by me longer than you have is my mom... and now I don't even have her."

Even though he had laughed before he said this, I could practically hear the pain in his voice. I know he's trying to be strong, but him struggling to do so is obvious.

I sighed, "She's not really gone, Harry. My father would always tell me mom will always be with me. I didn't believe it, of course, I was too depressed to believe anything like that. It wasn't until I began to realize that I'm the only person, along with my father, that can keep my mother alive."

Harry turned to look at me, "How so?"

I smiled, "If I continued to mope around, I would've allow the grief to get to me and avoid thinking of my mother.. If I had continued that behavior, I wouldn't talk to the sky as much as I do now. Not only that, but my mother wouldn't have been able to rest in peace."

Harry smiled, "You know, you never really talk about your mother. What was she like?"

I never really talk about my mother because it's really a sore subject for me. Obviously, I'm still not over her passing, no one can get over that, so I don't usually speak about her.

I knew why Harry had asked this, though. He wanted to hear about something other than what's happened to him and his family. He wanted to change the subject and I totally respect that.

I sighed, "My mother was the most kind and beautiful person I've ever met. Most people would tell my father I had her beautiful brown eyes and smile, while others say I have my father's wavy hair and nose." I laughed.

Talking about my mother gives me this small pain in my chest. As I've said before, I never really talk about my mother. So talking about her, now, is sort've painful. I had to push it aside, though, I was doing this for Harry's sake.

I continued, "My mother would always be doing something, it was her thing. She could never not be doing anything, it would drive her insane. So she began getting involved."

I'm guessing Harry was able to tell how hard it is to talk about my mother because he intertwined his free hand with mind. I felt relieved of him comforting me, giving me the strength to keep talking.

"She was so involved in my school, back home. I was only ten, so having my mother helping with fundraisers and other plans was the best thing a ten year old could ever have. Mom would never let anything get in her way, she would continue to push through no matter what obstacles were in her way and she did have many."

Harry pulled me closer to him, "Your mom sounds like a strong and kind woman. I finally understand where you get it from." He chuckled.

Hearing this made me so happy. I always loved being told I was just like my mother or I looked just like her. I loved he thought of keeping my mother alive by simply just having the same attitude as she did it makes me feel closer to her.

I smiled, "That means a lot, Harry."

He sighed and gave my hand a squeeze, "Do you ever think how it would be like, if you hadn't moved here?"

I rolled my eyes, "I wouldn't be here with you, so I choose not to think of that."

To be honest, before I had gotten close to Harry, I would always be thinking of how my life would be if we'd stayed in Texas. I would probably still be dating my ex-boyfriend. My mom's grave would be just a few blocks away from my house, since the cemetery was not too far. I would probably be with all my friends and having the time of my life.

Harry sighed, "You wouldn't have gone through everything I've thrown at you."

I kissed his hand and shook my head, "I would't feel as happy as I do now, had I not moved here.

Harry sighed, "I know, I just feel horrible for all the things I've-"

I cut him off by kissing his lips, "Well, don't. I don't hate you for doing it, especially because you were trying to protect me from Daisy. So stop feeling horrible about something you had no control over."

"The things I said at my house, when I found out-"

"You had just found out about your mother's death, Harry. I wasn't the only one you treated that way, you screamed at our friends too! So why am I any different from them?" I whispered.

I didn't want Harry blaming himself, anymore. He's going through a lot, already, and I feel like him blaming himself would only make it harder to come back from this. I didn't care how long it would take, I'm going to drill it in his head that I'm no longer hurt from anything he's done. I just want him to be with me and that's exactly what he's doing.

Harry kissed my lip, slowly, causing his hand to release mine and wrap around my waist. "You're amazing, you know that?" He smiled, placing his forehead on mine.

I nodded, "I've been told, yes." I giggled.

Out of everything that's happened, I never, once, thought I'd be laying in a bed, with Harry, just holding each other other. From all that I've been through, I never thought he'd let me in. I never thought I'd be able to break his walls.

"I'm so glad you let me in." I whispered kissing his head.

Harry smiled, "I'm so glad you came into my life." He whispered back, before pulling me closer to him.