Undiscovered

13.

Harry and I are in the car for a good half hour, I turn up the radio and blast the music, making Harry laugh as I scream the words on top of my lungs. I want everything to be perfect tonight. I need my boy to take my mind off of everything, to make me happy. I doubt he would have it any other way. I love him way too much.

I stare out of the window for a few minutes thinking about everything for one last night. Harry obviously noticed my silence.

"What's up babe?" I can see him turn to me through the corner of my eye.

"Nothing baby, I'm just thinking about everything that's all." Shit. I haven't told my mother anything that's going on. I make a mental note to ring her in the morning and explain everything. No doubt she will want to come up here and see me for herself.

I live in Chester and my family live in Wales. It's a lovely little place but everyone knows everyone and you don't really do much there. No one really moves out of there and since I moved to Chester last year, which is only four hours away from my home town, I wouldn't want to go back there, I like being away from home, sometimes. I feel free and now I have this freedom, I really don't want to give it all up.

I'm broken from my silence once Harry speaks. "What do you mean 'about everything' babe?" By the sound of his shaky voice, he is nervous. I hope he doesn't think I will finish him or something.

"About my illness and how I haven't spoken to my mother to tell her, I'll have to ring her in the morning, if I leave it too late, she will freak." While thinking that, I've just realised that Harry has never met my mother. "Oh, and Harry?" This should be a good time to tell him.

I smirk as he turns to look at me. "Yes baby?"

"I've just realised that you've never met my mother, so this could be a perfect time to meet her. I'll warn you about her now though, she really is judgemental so don't take anything she says personal, she doesn't have a filter sometimes." The heat rises in my face as I wait for his response. I can hear him gulp.

"Oh, right. Well, this should be fun. Please put a good word in for me. I don't want to make a horrible impression when she turns up." He really is nervous to meet my mother, bless him. I'm sure she will love him once she warms to him. I know she dispises tattoos and she wasn't impressed when I had gotten mine, but I'm sure she will love him. I do anyway.

"Don't panic, she isn't as bad as I make out, you'll get used to her. Plus, I'll take the spotlight off of you for a few days." I hear Harry breathe out air he must of been keeping in as he turns to me and smiles.

"Thank you babe."

The I drift off into thought again, what about my father? Should I even tell him? I really don't want to but I know that I'll have to. He will freak more than my mother and will act like 'father of the fucking year', like he always does when something goes wrong. Since he left, I thought life would be easier but it really hasn't. It's just been continuous arguing and bickering. I can't cope with it. Jessica, my older sister, and I have stopped speaking to my father quite a few times and honestly, he deserves it. But, my younger sister, Lilie doesn't deserve half of the grief he gives her.

I remember one night, Jessica and I were sitting in the livingroom and all we could hear was sobbing, it was getting louder until Lilie walked down the stairs, her eyes all red and puffy from crying and the tears staining her face. She was a mess and neither me or Jess could get a word out of her for a good hour or so until she had calmed herself down. I hated seeing her in that state all because my father was ringing her, drunk, shouting at her for no reason. My father and Lilie are so much alike and I know Lilie hates being like our father, I know how much she wants to change so she has no trait of him left in her genetics, but she knows it won't work. I've seen my father upset her way too many times and she isn't very good at coping with his antics, but she's  very strong girl, I love my family, especially my sisters.

A smile appears across my face as Harry places his hand on my thigh, I almost forgot where I was. Before I know it, Harry stops the car and gets out to open my door. He is such a gentleman like that. I love the little tings he does for me, it makes me appreciate him a lot more.

I realise where we are and it's my most favourite place in the world to eat. The Church is a converted church, obviously from the name, but it is an amazing restaurant in Chester. I love it here. It looks so old yet so modern.

As soon as I step out of the car, the cold hits me straight in the face. Even for a night in August, it is still pretty cold. Harry wraps his arms around me being kissing my forehead.

"I love you Emilee." He has the sweetest smile on my face which makes me fall in love with him even more every day.

"I love you Harry." I never like saying 'too' when I tell Harry I love him, it sounds like I'm agreeing with him. I don't know whether he has picked it up or not, but his is stilling smiling his cheeky smile when I look up at him.

His jade green eyes are sparkling from the dim light of the street lamps. He lets out a little giggle and I realise in staring at him in awe. He never fails to amaze me. We walk hand in hand into the restaurant before Harry gives his name for our reserved table.

Tonight is going perfect as the dainty little waitress brings over our drinks for us. The conversation is flowing between Harry and I. It feels like our first date all over again and I love it.

"What do you think your mum will be like what you tell her everything that's been going on?" Harry looks nervous and a flash of maybe, guilt, flashes through his eyes.

"Well, I'm really nervous to tell her but I'll have to. She will probably freak to start with, asking if I'll be okay and all that shit, but once she has calmed down, she will probably come up here to check on me. And, she will probably tell my nanna, meaning she will be up here too. The both of them worry about everything, like seriously, they lose sleep over things like this. Lilie seems to inherit that from them pair, she's constantly worrying about something." I let out a little giggle to cut the tension.

"Well, I hope she is really understanding about all of this because I know how much you hate being fussed over a flustered so I hope she isn't like that when she gets here."

"Oh, she wont be. She's really stand-off-ish. She knows that I hate fuss so hopefully she will ask few questions and will be happy with that. My nanna on the other hand, she will smother me, but she isn't too bad." I giggle again,  speaking about this with Harry is making me realise what the hell I'm going to let myself in for. But, they are my family, they have to know..

"Hopefully they won't stay too long then baby, otherwise they won't be pissing just you off." Harry laughs, pleased with his comment as I shoot him a playful glare as we both laugh together. I haven't felt this happy in a while, I love it.

Harry's laugh is contagious and the dimples on the side of his face makes everything so much happier. I'm glad he brought me out tonight, I'm really enjoying myself and this might be one of the last memories I have, outside of the dreaded hospital that is.

Harry and I both finish our meals as Harry pays the bills, that seems to be the only little argument we seem to have these days, he doesn't let me pay the bill which annoys me a bit. I hate taking money off of him.

We both make our way back to Harry's car, hand in hand, before we drive off once more, but not in the direction to back home. I wonder where else he is taking me, I think to myself, before my silent thoughts are answered.

"We're going to the cinema, if you want that is?" I smile like a child in a sweet shop, I love the cinema and Harry and I haven't had much time to go.

"Oh, my I would love to! You know how much I love the cinema!" Repeating my thoughts. Harry looks over to me and smirks.

"I seem to know you better than you know yourself, baby." It's true. He seems to be the only person I talk to about everything and anything, he knows more about me than my own mother does. I've never confided in someone like I've confided in Harry.