"Bad news." Harry's voice cuts through the silence. My heart jumps and I look up. I furrow my eyebrows as I look at him.
"What?" I ask, my voice quiet. Is he dumping me? Oh shit, I might die if he leaves me.
"It's just about tour." He assures me, could he see the fear in my eyes? My heart is still pounding. He leaves for tour in who knows how long.
"What about it?" I try to keep myself occupied, not being able to stay calm if I continue to stare at him. I put the milk away and grab some silverware, waiting for him to continue. But do I really want to hear it? I'm going to find out eventually, I guess.
"Well it's just we leave soon-"
"Mhmm." I don't know if I can't handle the pain. I'm being dramatic...
"And I just wanted you to know when we're leaving-"
"Awesome." I close my eyes, blocking the forming tears that could fall down my cheeks at any second.
"And it's the-" I noisily remove the silverware from the drawer. "Pam, listen to me." Harry spins me around, his hands wrapping around my arms.
"Harry, I just don't want you to leave." I rest my head against his chest. He sighs, his hand stroking my hair. I really want to do something different with it.
"Baby, you'll be okay. I leave a few days after my birthday."
"That's bullshit." I argue, looking up at him.
"I know baby, I won't even be here for your birthday."
"Yeah, I don't really care about that." I laugh lightly. "I'm upset because you turn how old February first then you just have to leave, I'm being dramatic but it's just a little bit shitty."
"Baby, it's fine." He assures me. "I'm more worried about you. You're not exactly in the best condition right now, and I'm worried you might do something you regret."
"I regret living so..." I shrug, he sighs, his hands cupping my cheeks.
"Never say that, you're worth something so great, you're a diamond. You're unique and no one can see that, so they're ruining you."
Harry's POV
"And they're ruining you." They're ruining you because of me. I've finally accepted the fact that its my fault she's deteriorating.
"I don't want to talk about it." She pulls away and sits down to eat.
"Is that my sweater you're wearing?" I ask, changing the subject. She smiles, looking down at it.
"Yup, looks good, right?"
I laugh a little. "Like its so fab." I raise my voice a few octaves causing her to laugh. Her laugh is crazy, it sounds like a dying seal. But its really funny.
"Please never do that again." She begs with a smile while still giggling. She's back. For how long? No one knows.
*****
"You're short." Harry teases me, stalking forwards. I raise an eyebrow while laughing. "How tall are you? Like, 5 foot 3?" He smirks as my back hits the wall. I laugh and shake my head.
"I'm 5 foot 7-ish I think Harold." I bite my lower lip and he places his hands on either side of me on the wall.
"Harold? We're back to that?" He asks causing me to laugh. I duck under his arm, screaming when his hand loosely grasps my sweater. I dive onto the bed and under the covers.
"Where is she?" I giggle uncontrollably at his playful side, holding the duvet around me tightly. I feel the bed shift slightly at the foot of the bed. "I don't see her." He pats the opposite side of the bed, he gets off the bed, I'm still giggling.
