Don't let me go?

Chapter 17

Candice's POV

After everything that happened upstairs, we all came down and had breakfast together. Harry didn't want to go to school without me but I didn't want him to skip it because of me, so I forced him to go, and he finally agreed.

"I'll see you once the school gets over. And maybe we can have a day out together."

"Sure Harry. Have a good day at school."

He hugged me and went to the school.

After a while, Liam reluctantly went to work too, and I was all by myself. I've always loved spending time alone at home, but not today. I despised being alone today because I knew that the demons at the back of my head would try to overpower me. I tried to distract myself as much as I could, to keep them at bay.

I took a shower, changed my clothes, dried my hair and sat on my bed, contemplating the things I should do. I finally decided to listen to some of my mom's favourite songs and take a nap, since I didn't get enough sleep last night.

It took a really long time for sleep to finally dawn upon me, because my brain was a complete mess and it was busy fighting the demons who were raging a war. But luckily, I fell asleep.

I was woken up by a door bell. I checked the clock beside my bed and realised it was past 2pm, which indicated that the school was over and Harry had come back.

I went downstairs and opened the door. As expected, it was Harry. He had a huge smile on face, the satirical one.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"Nothing. " He said, biting his lips.

"Oh c'mon. I'm not that bad at reading expressions. What is it?"

He burst out laughing.

"Your hair.. Your hair looks like you fought T-Rex in sleep. Haha."

He was laughing so hard by now, he had those crinkles by his eyes and his dimples became evident. The sight making me smile.

I saw my reflection in the nearest mirror and honestly, even I laughed. He was right. It genuinely looked as if I had fought T-rex in sleep.

"Rose?" He said, looking at me admiringly.

"Yes?"

"You should keep smiling like this. Always. You look so beautiful, when you do."

"Life doesn't always give you the right reasons to." My tone got a little serious.

"Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." He mocked.

"Don't you even try to make me believe that this is your dialogue."

"Of course it is. "

"Stop lying Jerk. It's a famous dialogue by Albus Dumbeldore."

" What!? Albus Dumbeldore copied my dialogue? Must sue him." He pretended to be contemplating his deep thoughts of actually suing Dumbeldore. 

I gave him a weird look with a straight lip, trying to control my laughter.

"Ahh okay fine. I give up." He giggled.

The look of embarrassment on his face made me laugh.

"See, this is what I'm talking about. This smile. It's too precious to be kept off of your face."

"Thank you Harry." I got up and hugged him.

"What are you even thanking me for, Rose?"

"For being here with me? For trying to make me smile, let alone laugh? For being such an amazing friend to me? Basically, for everything?"

"Well, Miss.Rose it pains me to tell you that your thank yous won't be accepted."

I faked a pout. "And why is that Mr.Styles?"

"Becauseeeeee... " He stretched the 'E' in order to create some sort of suspense.

I made weird faces to get a response out of him.

"Because you're thanking me for the things that are too obvious. Friends don't thank each other for making them laugh?! Or for being there?! I'm doing only what a friend ought to do. So you can keep your greetings to yourself."

"Well Mr.Styles got a point there."

"I'm always right, you know."

I punched him on his arms in a friendly manner.

"So what do you wanna do today?" He asked.

"I have absolutely no idea. All I want to do is stay in my bed and cry my eyes out."

As soon as I completed the sentence the door bell rang. There was this middle aged lady, standing with some sort of a parcel in her hand.

"Miss.Rose?"

"Yes, that's me."

"This is for you lovely young lady. Good luck." She smiled at me, handed me the parcel and went off.

I closed the door and walked back inside. I was puzzled as to who would send me a parcel.

I tore away the wrapper off of it. I was surprised to see the words "To my dearest daughter, Rose" written on the top of the box.

I was shivering and was scared to open the box. Not because of what would be inside it, but, of the impact that something could have on me. I'm tired of being weak.

"Are you okay. Rose?" Harry's voice rang through my ears. I almost forgot of his presence.

"Umm. This lady just dropped of this parcel and I don't know what should I do."

"Well of course, go ahead and open it."

"Are you sure I should do this?"

"Obviously Rose. You're bad at handling suspense. Open it. "

I reluctantly held the lid of the box with shaking hands and opened it slowly.

And the sight alone was enough to break me into a million pieces.

I couldn't stand it, so I ran off towards the washroom.

After a couple of minutes, Harry knocked on the door.

"Rose, open the door please?"

After a moment or two of silence, he knocked again. And I tried to compose myself before opening the door.

And there he was, standing quietly by the door, in a composed posture. His eyes were sympathetic, trying to understand me and the situation I was in.

I stood there, struggling for breath due to all the crying. All he did was took me in his arms and said absolutely nothing.

Maybe sometimes words are just not enough to soothe someone down and maybe sometimes silence is the best way out in a chaotic world that never stops talking. And even if just for a moment, it feels good to be in a place where there's no need to exchange words in order to understand someone. To be able to sit silently, and just letting our souls do the talking? These are the times when a lot is said without uttering anything. Maybe a lot more than words ever will?