Drive » Haylor AU

20 - Fear to Feel

"We were almost there, but my feet won't touch the ground" ~Alvarez Kings

HARRY'S POV

The ride home was lonely.

I tried to fill the empty passenger seat next to me with the sounds of the radio, but it seemed that no matter how much I cranked it up, the jeep was silent and empty.

I knew it was kind of a dick move, leaving when Taylor was alseep, but I couldn't bear the thought of seeing her face as I left. She had already cried yesterday, and that hurt me more than I would admit. As much as I hated it, I couldn't deny that the blonde girl had grown on me and it was hard to go. This wasn't supposed to happen, not again, and yet here I was missing a girl that I was never supposed to even like in the first place.

It took me merely three days to drive back, since I hardly stopped on the way. Luckily, I didn't get pulled over, though judging by the way I had ignored all the rules of traffic, I would have deserved it. I didn't even care in the moment. The road was just a constant reminder of what had been, and never would be again.

Clouds littered the sky as I entered the concrete kingdom that I called home. It almost seemed as though the weather had adapted to my mood, since there had been a drop in both temperature and sunlight since I left New York. At least it hadn't rained. Yet.

My hair whipped around face as I exited the car on the UCLA parking lot. I had never gone this long without visiting my mum, and I prayed she was okay. I clutched the wad of money I had recieved from Taylor tightly as I walked through the all-too-familiar glass doors, heading to the receptionist.

"Here alone again, I see," she said as she caught sight of me.

I sighed. "Yeah. Umm... Is Anne Styles still in room 527?"

She nodded with a smile.

I turned on my heal swiftly, not even giving her a second glance, before walking to my mum's room in large strides. I was a little out of breath when I reached the large white door, but I managed to calm myself slightly before knocking lightly and stepping inside.

My mother lay in her bed as she always did, gazing out of the window. She seemed not to have noticed me, until I spoke up. "Hey Mum."

Her head turned to face me, a sweet smile gracing her features. "Harry, hun. You're back! Did you have a good time?"

I walked over to her bed. "Yeah, actually. It was good. How about you?"

She laughed. Or at least, she tried. It came out as more of a cough. I smiled sympathetically. "Same old, same old. I really don't have much to tell, baby, now why don't you tell me all about your little adventure? I could use a good story right now."

So I told her. I told her about Taylor, and the situation she was in. I told her about how I has saved her in from the hurricane. I told the story of out car rides and the many ups and downs there were. And she listened. She nodded and hummed, responding only when necessary.

Now, it's clear to me that she knew. She knew that I loved Taylor long before I did, and so she lay patiently as I let it all out.

"Taylor sounds lovely," she said after I had finished.

I smiled and looked down. "Lovely doesn't do her justice."

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It was already dark by the time I pulled up to my apartment building. Even though the hospital had thrown me out at 7pm, I had taken a walk and grabbed a bite to eat, all to try and clear my mind. Of course, the fog that had settled around the city only clouded my head further, making it impossible for me to actually get my mind off things.