-Miranda's POV-
I was in my room packing, again. This time it was a lot more then a weeks worth of clothes, nope now I was packing for the rest of the summer. I had yet to say goodbye to Stella. She was gonna come by later, to see me to go off to the airport with my father. We had managed to get her parents into sending her to London for a week in early August to spend some time together before college.
I grabbed my shoes in my closet and stuffed them into one of my three suitcases. Next was my clothes, hair, beauty products and then finally the collection of CD's sitting next to my stereo. I grabbed my CD player, and threw it into a suitcase as well. I zipped them up and brought them over to my door after cleaning up my room just a little bit. I looked in the mirror and saw my outfit was missing something, usually I wouldn't mind but Perrie's fashion skills rubbed off on me. I grabbed the jean jacket she lent me the last day I was with her, adding it to my attire of black pants, white Rolling Stones T-Shirt and blacks converse.
Finally I rolled all three suitcases down the stairs, or more like pushed-them-down-and-accidentally-knocked-down-a-vase. I brought my suitcases outside and threw them in the back of my fathers rental car. When I was finished I walked into the kitchen to find my mother on the phone ordering a pizza, since clearly she can't cook to save her life. Oh no- can't think like that Miranda. She will get better, she has too. She clicked off the phone and put it back on the retriever. "Should be here in twenty minutes." I smiled and I walked up to her and hugged her tighter.
"I'm gonna get better. Then before you know it we'll be eating leftover pizza for breakfast."
"I'm gonna miss you."
"Hey you went a month without your mother, I think you can go without me for a summer." Just knowing this could be the last real conversation I have with her, makes me want to break down crying on my knees.
"-You'll be fine. And when you see Harry again, tell him I said hi." Harry, doubt I'll be seeing him anytime soon. He wants nothing to do with me considering the fact he had Perrie do his dirty work for him. Why would she think I would see him again. I mean come on mother he stole your only child and he's a fugitive on the run. Most mothers would cut off his balls just with the thought of me seeing him again but my mother is encouraging me to see him again.
"What's up with you liking him, dad wants him thrown in jail. But no you're praising him."
"I think you're good for him, good for each other."
"Right a valedictorian and a fugitive. Perfect match." I said slightly amused by her match making expertise.
"You'll understand. You're father was just like him once." I thought about my old 50 year old father covered in tattoos and piercings. Sent ugly images in my head sending shivers down my back. My father just didn't seem like the type seeming as he's a doctor right now, and that I know of no criminal record.
My father walked into the kitchen with a unknown smile on his face. "Almost ready?"
"Yeah, just waiting for Stella, and the pizza to arrive." He came over and kissed the top of my forehead. "Oh cheer up sweetie it's gonna be like every other summer we spent together." He was wrong it was gonna be totally different. Much actually, before I didn't have to worry about my mother. Or worrying if I have to be called in the station the next day.
"Right, course it is." He side hugged me and left the room.
-Much, much later...-
After saying hi to Vivian and Luke while rushing through the front door, I was now back in my bedroom in London. Everything was still the same as I had left it. No that I expected it to look any different. I had only left three weeks ago. I said hello to Moxie who was laying at the end of my bed.
I was getting antsy and needed to do something. I went into my closet and started to dig through all my old art supplies that my dad bought me for when I was here. Most of the paints were gone, and everything was dried up or used up. Luckily I found some oil pastels in the very back, that hadn't looked to worn down.
I grabbed a canvas from under my bed and sat it up on an easel and started running a maroon oil pastel over the canvas drawing swirls in the top part, then adding a brown shade as well. My hand came down making a oval shape as if it was a face, and as I came to the end of the drawing I realized it was a face. I had no idea what I was drawing, only that it felt right. When I was done, there he was again. Harry. I starred at it for a minute and then threw it in the trash can without even taking another glance at it. I didn't want any reminder of him or that month, I wanted for it all to disappear. I threw the pastels in the trash can as well, I needed new ones and I'd go shopping for them in the morning when I wake up.
My room was just a bit over the top with the heating. Damn it was summer the air conditioner was suppose to be on. I took off my jean coat attempting to throw it on my chair across the room but it completely missed. If there was one thing I wasn't good at it was sports, especially throwing. I gave the worse title to girls.
I walked over to my coat picking it up and all of a sudden a white envelope fell out of the pocket. I picked it up and turned it over to the front where my name was written in pretty sloppy writing, supposing a guy wrote it. Miranda.
I slowly ripped the envelope open, remembering Perrie had handed me a note right before I got out of the car.
"I'm gonna miss you." She cried out.
"What are you talking about Perrie?" My voice getting more stern. She reached into her pocket and handed me a white envelope. "This will explain everything." She then stopped the car and I had realized we were at the end of my father's driveway.
She reached over the seat and gave me a quick hug before unlocking the car. I opened the door and unbuckled my seat belt. I got out slowly looking at Perrie the entire time but she only looked forward not even taking a glance at me. I shut the door and I watched her back up and pull out driving away.
The car faded away in the distance as I held the note in my pocket rubbing it in between my two fingers.
I had never opened the envelope now that I had thought about it, I hadn't even gave it a second thought, just remembering throwing it in my pocket. Once I opened it a white paper folded in four fell out. I unfolded it and began to read it;
Miranda,
I hate to do this so sudden, and like this but I feel like this is the only way I can get you back home safely. I wanted to bring you back but I couldn't bring myself to do so. Now I sound like a fucking queer writing this letter. Reminds me of one of those awful films you made us watch. Trust me, you did not do anything wrong to be sent home, but I only did this for the protection of you. You needed to go home this isn't place or time for you to be with me. In fact I wish sometimes I'd never met you so none of this shit wouldn't of happen to you. Now I really sound like a faggot. You don't belong with someone like me, you deserve someone who can't put you in harms way, someone with a future and doesn't have a potential being in jail, or been in jail for that fact. You deserve better then me. When you asked me "what are we?" I wanted to say so much more but couldn't find the words. What I'm really trying to say Miranda, is that I'm sorry I put you through this and you mean way more to me then way I came across of saying.
Bye Miranda.
P.S. If you to tell Perrie this or anyone for that fact. I take everything back. Just kidding, but seriously though, they can't know this side of me. I don't even like this side of me.
Yet I liked this side of him, this side that I once knew of. The side where he held me close to his body at night. That one side that didn't raise a fist when his temper goes over board. That Harry that I once knew. I found myself giggling at the P.S with a mixture of tears. I heard a knock on my door and I ran to my mattress hiding the note under my bed.
"Come in." I yelled. The door open and soon little Luke ran through my door tackling me with a hug.
"Hey there sport."
"Hi Miranda."
"What's up?"
"Dinner is ready."
"Alright I'll be down in a minute."
He nodded and ran back downstairs, thankfully shutting the door behind him. I ran back to where I hid the note under my pillow taking one last glance at it. I wanted it all back this entire time, and I just hadn't realized it yet. All those times of saying I wish I had never gone with Harry, and trying to forget it all. Were all lies, I wouldn't change a minute of it for the world. I want it all back.
A|N: And Miranda is back in London, like all of you guys told me you wanted before she left back to Vermont. Hope you all liked the chapter it literally took me forever to write due to writers block. All a lot of procrastination. Sorry if the letter to Miranda from Harry isn't very good. I wanted him to sound sweet then again like an ass. I dunno what I was thinking really while typing it.
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