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your three days of suspension pass in a blur, and soon enough, the weekend rolls in. after hearing what happened, your mum had been cross with you—disappointed, but not entirely surprised.
she couldn't blame you. you'd never been the sort to get into trouble, never before thrown a punch.
now, you lie in bed, an open book in your hands, though the words on the page blur together.
you've been trying to distract yourself since harry left, but your mind keeps drifting back to that night, replaying every moment.
you can't help but wonder—did it mean anything? or was it just a blip? would he even acknowledge you again?
before he left, you'd made him promise not to tell anyone what happened.
you don't know why, but the idea of people knowing what you went through that night, the way you fell apart, makes your stomach churn.
your friends have all checked in on you since your abrupt disappearance from the party. serena, in particular, had been apologetic, guilt-ridden for leaving you alone. but harry?
nothing. radio silence.
"(y/n)!" your mum's voice breaks the silence of the house, pulling you from your thoughts. you're quick to get up, not that you were doing much good lying there.
you shuffle down the stairs and stop just outside her bedroom door, peeking your head in.
she's standing by the wardrobe, pulling on a jacket.
"yeah?"
she turns to you, her expression soft but tinged with concern.
"you doing okay?"
of course she knows about what happened that night. she'd been relentless, checking on you constantly, fearful that it had come too close to reopening old wounds.
you give her a small nod, not wanting to worry her any more than she already is.
in truth, though, your head's a mess.
you can't shake the feeling of dread hanging over you. the fear that he could find you, that somehow, despite moving halfway across the world, the past still has its claws in you.
you try to push the thought aside, focusing back on your mum, noticing she's dressed up.
"you headed somewhere?"
"yeah, a movie date actually," she says, adjusting her coat. "with one of my co-workers. we've been seeing each other for a bit now. i called you down to let you know we'll be coming back here for dinner after, and his son will be joining us too."
"he and his... son?" the words stumble out, your chest tightening slightly.
your mum nods, her fingers fiddling with the sleeve of her jacket.
