insanity // h.s

eight

Song of the chapter-

Demons, Imagine Dragons

Harry's POV

I didn't miss the small smile that itched across her face as I accidentally let the words fall out of my mouth.

"So whats it short for?" I asked, trying to steer away from the subject.

Addie furrowed her eye brows in confusion at my question, "what's what short for?"

"Addie."

"Oh," she mumbled, "Addison."

I smiled, "I figured it was short for something. I've never met an 'Addie' before."

"Have you met any Addisons, then?" She asked, taking a sip from her coffee.

"No, actually. But it's still more common than 'Addie'," I pointed out.

She nodded her head, "I don't like it when people call me Addison though."

"Why?"

I watched as she stared at her lap, avoiding my gaze before answering, "it was my mums name."

My heart sunk. I had completely forgotten when she told me that her mum died when she was younger. It was the first time I met her, I guess I wasn't paying much attention considering the fact I was all wound up from seeing Katherine's sister just minutes beforehand.

"I'm sorry," I softly apologized.

She looked up at me and shrugged, giving me a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "it isn't your fault. It isn't anyone's fault."

"What about your dad?" I wondered allowed, a wanting to know more about her seemed to suddenly take over me.

Her face saddened yet again, and I immediately felt guilty for asking, "never mind. You don't have to answer," I quickly rushed out.

"No, it's fine," she insisted, "it isn't that big of a deal, me and him were never close. Ever since I was younger he was never really there, he focused more on his job than me and my mum. After she died I had to grow up really fast, because he still wasn't ever really there."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

She squinted her eyes slightly in thought, "when I was 18, I think."

"18?" I repeated, shocked.

"Yeah, when I started uni. He came by my dorm to bid me good luck, it was a mere 5 minute visit, but that's pretty good for him."

She must have noticed the sympathetic look I had strung in my features before she hurriedly added, "it's fine. I'm fine, really. I've grown up with it, I'm used to it by now. Besides, he'll still call from time to time. He just- he just doesn't ever really put forth the effort to be a father, really. Buts it's always been that way."

I felt horrible. I've been spending the past two months feeling sorry for myself, when the girl who sits across from me has been hurting her whole life, and she still manages to make a living for herself and keep her life intact. All I have lost is one person, and although the person who I lost was the one that I loved the most, Addie doesn't have anyone. Her mum died, her dad doesn't seem to care for her, and according to Maggie, and herself, she doesn't have any friends.

"Do you have any siblings?" I asked.

She shook her head, "I was an only child, along with my parents. My dads parents don't really care for me, and my mum's died before I was born."

Being the dumb ass I was, I asked, "why don't they care for you?"

"They wanted me to be a doctor," she laughed, "which I think is quite funny, I would probably kill more lives than I would save, considering I am the most clumsy person out there. I mean, a therapist should good enough- at least, I think that it should, but I guess it isn't good enough for them."