Finding Jess

Chapter 45 - You're not alone

"What?" Brad said as he spun on his heel and turned face to face with none other than Harry.

"Dude, lemme make it clear." He took one step closer up into Brads personal bubble. "Leave. Her. A. Fucking. Lone." He looked at him from top to bottom, the type of top to bottom that intimidates your manlihood. 

"Just leave, this is none of your business." Brad spat taking a step back.

"Listen here, I'm going to give you one last chance." Harry spoke. I could see he enjoyed this, but was frightened at the thought of things falling out of place.

"I don-" Brad began.

"One." Harry started. I knew this this had a twist.

"I don't care what you have to say jus-"

"Two."

"Just stop interrupting-"

"Three. Times up mate." Harry said as his fist went flying into Brad's nose. Then again and again and again.

I didn't know what to do till they were on the ground and I had to rip Harry off Brad before he killed him. In all the confusion, Harry had gotten a couple of nasty shots from Brad, but we know who lost here.

All in all I felt terrible for Brad, but the heartbreak overwhelmed this hurt.

I dragged Harry away, but not before hearing a few words escape Brad's lips.

  "Spot on just like the last time. "You don't ever seem to miss do you?"  

These words caused me to stop dead in my tracks and spin staring him down in confusion.

Was he talking to me?  Wait? What was he even talking about?

He was looking straight at Harry.

"Huh bud? Like the last time." He repeated wiping the dripping blood from his nose and lip in the process.

"What's he talking about?" I directed at Harry.

"Nothing, just a douche looking for attention." He said tugging on my arm to leave.

"I want to ask him what he means? It's strange." I pulled towards Brad.

"Jess, my lip and eye really hurts." He said wincing as he touched his bruised face. It really did look gruesome. All red and purple.

"Um..." I turned to look at Brad one last time. "Okay, let's get you fixed up." And I took Harry to the nearest clinic.

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After Harry received the stitches he was in so dear need of, we hopped on the train back to London enduring a harshly silent journey.

We visited the hospital and slept in the waiting room till the next visiting hours - which unfortunately was at seven the next morning. Luckily we arrived in London quite late which meant I was only a quick nap away from seeing my mother.

I had an uneasy evening and slept terribly. Harry shook me lightly to wake me and tell me that we were able to see my mother.

I ran to her room ignoring the scolding from a few doctors and nurses. 

  A single tear fell as I watched her - eyes shut - dead still. 

My heart nearly sank before I looked at the machines surrounding her, making little beeping noises. 

She was just asleep .

Harry stood by the door watching the entire time. He didn't take one step into the room, he almost looked afraid to.

My eye lit up when what looked like my mum's doctor walked into the room.

"I believe you must be Miss Jessica Simpson, her daughter?" He read off a clipboard almost questioning himself.

"Uh, um yes. That's me." I was in no state to be talking to another physical being other than my mum right now, but all I hoped for was that he had good news.

Good news. The one thing I wanted. The one thing I needed. The one thing I hadn't had in a while. I had already forgotten what it had sounded like over these last few days.

He cleared his throat making me even more anxious and irritable towards what he was about to say. "Over the night we've done some tests and your mother is perfectly fine and in a good enough condition to feel better in a two weeks tops. We've pumped her stomach, but we're just going to have a tiny surgery sometime next week to check that she's still doing fine." He looked back down at the clipboard and without hesitation said, "You're lucky miss."

 I could feel my fist slowly clenching by itself. *She's fine, but a tiny surgery.* Tiny surgery my arse. Before I could launch myself at the doctor Harry's arms were around me.

"It'll be okay." His hug was unusual to his soft words. 

"Drop the fist and ease it, no one needs anymore commotion here," he whispered in my ear right after. I can see why the hug was so tight, it was a retrain.

I guess I wasn't the only one who noticed my rising anger.

I know you  want to stay with your mum right now, but you need to get fixed up and cleaned up. It's like a live re-enactment of the walking dead up in here." He giggled, but was still able to sound to calm and reassuring.

"I need to stay-" He cut me off.

"No, Jess." He lifted my chin gently. "We need to get some medical supplies for you then get you home where you can get cleaned up and well and rested."

"I can't leave her." I choked on my words. "I can't." I said one more time a bit softer.

"And you don't have to. But you need to get home. When everything's better, I'll bring you back."

"I will. You're not in this alone you know. You act like you are, but you're not. I don't have to stay if you don't want me to but-"

"No please stay." The sudden words lept from my mouth without a command from my brain.

"Okay then, now let's go."

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Harry's POV

"Sorry Jess."

"Harry don't say that!" She said with the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry but she's not gonna make it..." I looked over at Jess.

"Yes she is-"

"Sorry to break it to you but the end is clear and the end is near." I tried patting her on the shoulder to pull her in for a hug, but she pushed me away.

"Please don't..." She whispered clenching her fists.

She stopped as the ball knocked the girl the to the ground on Total Wipeout. "Dang it." She yelled and changed the channel.

Jess erupted in laughter once again and even louder causing more tears to stream down her cheeks.

"Told you." I laughed.

"Third time Harold." She laughed wearing herself out and finally laying her head down on my shoulder.

After a few minutes the silence was enough to tell me that Jessi was fast asleep next to me. Her mom had brought me a blanket and I covered her as she made herself more comfortable nuzzled up in my neck. 

I couldn't help but smile as I held her in my arms. This was by far one of the best feelings in the world. The most beautiful girl in the universe by my side with nothing but joy filling her heart and mind. Yes - we weren't dating and no - I doubt it would happen anytime soon, but honestly I couldn't ask for anything better.

This is my definition of perfection. 

This right here in my arms, is my world.