Where Do Broken Hearts Go.

Part 27.

Harry POV: It started to rain, and I was still out in the curb, pain coursing through me. I slowly got up, when I had been completely soaked with rainwater. I dragged my body towards my car, getting in and driving away.
I didn't drive to my apartment though. I didn't feel like being alone.
I walked up the steps, towards the familiar doorway, and rang the bell. It was late, but she still opened the door, and I received a shocked look when she saw me. "Harry? What happened to you?" My mum immediately asked, noticing my black eye and busted lip. "Mum...can I stay here tonight?" I responded, dodging the question. "Of course! Come in!!" She said, opening the door wide enough for me to enter. "Oh look at you! You're all soaking wet! Let me go get you some clean clothes and tea" she said worriedly. I just stood there, awkwardly, as this place I used to call home seemed foreign.
I guess it felt that way because I knew I wasn't really welcome here anymore. I had put our family in shame when your mother found out what I had done. Like everything else however, I didn't care then.
Now, I felt the shame echo to me through the walls of this house.

"Here you go" my mum said, walking in with some of my abandoned sweats and a warm cup of tea. I knew I didn't deserve this treatment, but I was still grateful towards her. I went off to change, when I noticed Gemma still awake in her room, watching something on her laptop with headphones on. I walked in, as she looked up to me. "What the hell? What happened to you?!" She said, eying me with a horrified expression. "I broke up with Hillary..." I said, looking down. "And she hit you?" She asked, still confused. "No, some guy she was with beat the crap out of me" I replied. She nodded, and I could tell she was thinking it served me well. I knew it too, so it was fine. I once again dragged my sore body to my old room, stripping from my black skinny jeans and soaked t-shirt, into the clothes my mum had handed me. I sat down on my bed, looking out of my window, into the night.

"What's wrong Harry? What's happened to you? You never call me anymore... And now you just show up out of no where, looking like this?" My mum said, standing in the doorway. Gemma came up behind her, shortly after, ready to hear my explanation. "I just.... I'm just... Sad. I have nothing left. I came here because I didn't want to be alone. I have been feeling alone for quite some time now, and I didn't want to feel alone tonight. I know I'm the worst person alive, and I know what I have done. I'm sorry... For everything..." I said, choking up. "Harry, come here" my mum said, walking over to me and giving me a hug. A hug that I really needed. "It's ok...." She said, sniffling a little. I could tell she felt the pain in my words, and she knew I was really messed up at the moment. "Harry... We forgive you, but.... We aren't the ones you should be apologizing to" Gemma said, frowning.
After my mum let go of me, she told me to drink my tea and go to sleep, but I just couldn't. I had too many things in my mind, floating restlessly.

Harry POV: I've counted all my mistakes and there's only one, standing out from the list of the things I've done. All the rest of my crimes don't come close, to the look on your face when I let you go.
It was 3 AM, and the expression that you had given me when I broke up with you, was haunting me.
No matter how exhausted I was, I couldn't go to sleep. I felt completely miserable, more than ever before. I don't even know why. I never even liked you before, but now I couldn't get you out of my mind. I was going insane.
I thought about the countless times you had told me you loved me, and how I would only said it back as a lie. I thought about how you would constantly show me how much you loved me, and I was just careless.
I continued looking out at the night sky, as it had already cleared up from the rain. I watched the stars intently, finding the brightest one.

I thought about what had occurred that night, and I know now why I had felt strange. I realize now, that on that night, my heart was trying to tell me what I had always tried to deny. I never loved Hillary, I loved you. I'm still in love with you, and the more time I spend without you, the more pain I receive from within. That's why the guilt of hurting you is constantly eating my soul away, and replacing it with a cold emptiness. I love you, and I have to see you, I have to look inside your beautiful eyes, or I will surely die.

*FLASHBACK*
"That star, right there... Is my favorite" You said, pointing above us. "You mean that one right there?" I asked, mindlessly. I wasn't really paying much attention to be honest, I was actually thinking about yet another way that I could win Hillary over. "Yeah...." You continued, with such passion. "It always shines brighter than all the rest, and it's beautiful. When I look out my window at night, it's always there for me, it never let's me down. It's kind of like you" you smiled, turning towards me, with love in your eyes. I chuckled, knowing that was a complete lie. I was never there for you, and I was more than positive I would let you down in a near future. "If I ever do get the chance to travel... I want to look up at the sky, find that star, and remember my real home.... My family, my friends, but most of all you. You are my very own star Harry, you make my entire world shine" you finished, in almost a whisper. I don't know why, but I was actually paying attention to your words now. They gave me some sort of feeling that I couldn't decipher. It stung when I realized I was going to break your heart soon. On the other hand, it also warmed me to know that even if we could be thousands of miles apart, a simple star would remind you of me. I felt an intense desire to actually kiss you on the lips, a desire that had never struck me with you before. But the guilt struck me as well, and I didn't want to steal a kiss that didn't belong to me. Instead, I kissed you softly on your forehead, the only place I was allowed to. I began humming a tune, and you looked over to me curiously. "What song is that?" You asked, smiling. I only shrugged... I didn't know myself, it was just coming out without any reason or thought.
*END OF FLASHBACK*