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Chapter 95 - Harry

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                                                             ●•Harry•●

An hour and a half and London would start to stay behind me.

The airport was calm considering its usual fuzz, but it was still crowded, and I was far too agitated to stay still and just wait for my flight like any normal person would do. Instead, I chose to walk around like a freak, bags and everything, with no destination at all whatsoever.

“Harry, I swear. You make it so hard to spend these last moments with you,” Mum grumbled, puffing out a tired sigh as she slumped down some random bench, pulling dad with her until they were both side-to-side, arms entwined.

“Oh, please,” I growled myself, rolling my eyes and giving up, sitting next to them, too. “I’m not dying. You’re gonna see me again, for God’s sake.”

Dad patted mum’s thigh as she wiped a tear at the corner of her eye (again, for the- what? Tenth time today?), pursing her lips together as she tried not to cry. The whole day had been quite emotional, honestly, and after all, it was why I had booked a flight at night, to start with. I knew this would happen, knew they would want to spend as many hours as they could with me, and, honestly, I was quite fearful of leaving, too.

It was not that I was having second thoughts on my choice, because I wasn’t. But I was leaving, and it never hit me so hard as it did the moment I stepped out of my flat and stuffed everything into the boot of the car. From there on, it only got worse.

By the time we were at the airport, I was sort of desperate.

Even though I knew Gem would be waiting for me in NY when I arrived, I couldn’t help but freak out a bit. Within the following minutes, I knew the guys and the girls would be coming to say one last goodbye, and that was it. All the rest was solved, and I’d only see everyone else on holidays, luckily.

Everyone else including Scarlett. That if I even got to see her again, someday.

See, what happened is that she didn’t show up after our talk. Actually, she didn’t make any efforts to try and contact me at all, which was a bit of depressing, if I might say so myself. At some point in my life I actually got to believe she would knock at my door and apologize, say she realized we were supposed to be together; she couldn’t see a life without me anymore.

What a fool am I?

But then, it’s not like I should’ve fallen for her. I guess it was pretty obvious that I shouldn’t. But still. It was quite inevitable not to after all the time we spent together; or should I probably say the time I had to make such an effort to get her to stay with me completely against her will. Though I still thought she liked it; she even laughed a few times, her eyes sparkled, maybe. It was just not my fault, I didn’t actually know how it happened, and I definitely wasn’t ready for such a girl like her. She wasn’t easy, and probably she’ll never be, but there were a lot of reasons why she was who she was.

It was just a shame I couldn’t cope with it.

I didn’t even think someday I’d get to change her mind. If I haven’t done that until now I wasn’t going to do it anymore; not anytime soon, at least. I’d already made the mistake of trying to change her once, and it didn’t end up well after all. None of the attempts did, to be quite honest. Probably I just believed I could make that bad personality go away and bring that sweet side to the fore.