Breath

chapter 6-Go.

its Thursday.

i groan and roll over to see harry still asleep. he said he needed to know by tonight if I was going with him and honestly I have no idea.

my dad hasn't showm up, my mums been crying a lot, but robert has done a lot more around the house. but I can't justifty leaving and I can't find a good reason not to go either, except my mum.

If I don't go, I'm going to miss harry like no other. but if I go, I will be walking into a new life, of money and fame and my mum being hours away.

I creep down the stairs leaving harry still fast asleep on my floor. my mom is sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper and she already looks more relaxed. her hair is neatly pulled into a braid that falls dow n her back, she wears a soft pink shirt and shorts, and even a bit of makeup.

"goodmorning." I say, my voice still scratchy.

"hi sweetheart. did you sleep well?" she looks up at me with a smile. she still doesn't know harry wants me to go to london with him.

"yeah I did. you?"

"I slept great actually. how's marcel?"

well actually mum, he wants me to move to London with him and I have until tobight to decided.

"he's great. I've really missed him.." I say instead.

"you never shut up about him."

we both laugh and I go into the kitchen looking for a breakfast. then suddenly someone grabs my arm so I throw my elbow back hitting them in the gut. hard. I turned to see my dad, but it wasn't. harry is bent over holding his stomach.

"oh my God eb." he groans but is slightly laughing.

"harry!! I'm so sorry I thought you were my dad!"

"if you came to London, you know your dad would never get you there."

damn it harry. i get it.

"I know harry. its not that easy..."

"Ebony come on. i leave saturday. you need to decide."

"harry, i want to. you know that. I just need to make the right decision."

"I just want to take care of you." he whispers leaning on the counter across from me and looks down.

I go over and wrap my arms around his waist.

would we begin an actual romantic relationship if I moved. is that what I want?

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friday:

harry is packing his bags upstairs and Im sitting sith my mom at the table.

"Marcel asked me to move with him to London mum.." I say quietly, focusing on my tea cup in front of me.

"you're not going?" she asks, worrie is in her voice.

"don't you need me here?" I meet her eyes.

"Ebony. I'm fine. I have Robert. go. be with marcel. hell take care of you."

what is she saying. I leave tomorrow. is it even an option anymore?

"mum, I-"

"Ebony. Go. there are sosoany opportunitys there. do it for me."

am I hearing her right? is she really telling me to move to London?

"I leave tomorrow morning then..."

"Go."

with out further doubt, I kiss my mom on the cheek then run upstairs.

"I want to come." I say, nearly out of breath the moment I open the door, harry sitting on my bed holding a frame with a picture of us from the zoo. he's wearing plaid pajama pants and a toght grey tshirt.

"I know eb. you want to, but you can't." harrys voice sounds annoyed and disapointed.

"No harry. I can come with you."

he looks up at me confused."are you saying yes?" he asks questioningly.

"yes. harry. I would love to move to london with you if you'd let me."

he nearly nocks me over with a big hug,

"I need to paxk still." I laugh pushing him off me.

I grab out my old purple suitcase,  and a giant duffle bag and begin to start throwing the clothes, make up, and a few other things I want to have. once I find a job, I can find my own place down there, close to harrys, so when he's in town we can meet up and chat. but if we begin dating.. dating? who am I kidding?

I shake the thought from my brain, he doesn't have time to date me, nor would he want to.

harry is standing there on his phone doing nothing.

"marcel! come on!"

the moment I say it he nearly drops his phone and looks up, startled.

"sorry. harry... I just, I need help!" harry quickly puts his phone away and begins helping.

"why dont you go by marcel anymore?" I ask throwing a bathing suit in my suitcase.

he doesnt respond right away, but when he does his voice is quiet, "I liked it that you called me Harry. and I wanted others to do it too.. i was bullied for being named marcel..."

"does anyone know marcel is your real name?"

"only your family, and maybe a few people who made the connection, but other then that, I don't think so.."

what is like to live a life and hide your old one from everyone out of fear of bullying?

"I still feel stupid I didn't make the connection..." I say sitting down on my bed and falling back into the pillows, staring at the cieling.

harry lays down next to me breathing deeply.

"I'm glad you didn't. I don't want you to know me from being in some band. I want you to know me from us being bestfriends, and me being a total nerd."

I laugh, "you'll always be my nerdy best friend.."