Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part28

I quietly opened the door to Harry's house. I listened intently for any noise, but I couldn't hear anything. I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Then I started walking up to my bedroom that I shared with Harry. I looked around the room that I had slept in for just under half a year. I didn't know what it would be like to live somewhere else - because this was my home. I quickly snapped some photos of my bedroom as salty tears flowed freely from my eyes. I didn't really want to leave, but I didn't deserve Harry, and so I had no choice.

I walked into our shared wardrobe and started packing all my clothes, happy that I had come at this point. Harry, Hayley and Liam were at school. Rob and Bradley were working, so the house was empty until four at the latest. I had five hours to pack everything up and get out of there.

I packed all my clothes into my two large suitcases I had. I left the clothes that Harry had bought for me - sure, they had been a present, but they weren't mine. Harry bought them, and so they were for Harry to keep. I didn't know if that was a good idea or not. I hadn't seen Harry since the party in Scotland, so I didn't know how much he was hurting. Therefore, I didn't know if leaving the clothes would be better or worse for him. I picked up my favourite dress Harry had bought me, and started at it. It was beautiful. A red dress that swept down to my feet, and had a plunging back, held on with two small invisible straps. He had bought it for me when he suggested we went out to a really posh restaurant, and then went to the theatre to see Mary Poppins. I cried, watching the musical, because ... MARY LEFT BERT! And they were CLEARLY in love, but then the wind changed and ... Mary left him! It was so sad - they never even got to have a kissy scene! Harry laughed at me when I explained why I was in hysterical tears, but it was an amazing night.

I stared at the dress. I wanted one thing to remind me of Harry, so I would never make the same mistake again. The dress had cost Harry £45 because it was so beautiful, so I pulled out £45 of my purse, and placed it on the dressing table in the wardrobe. Then I took my engagement ring off my finger and placed it in the ring box, and put that over the money. Then I continued packing, until my two suitcases were packed. Once that was done, I dragged them down the stairs, carefully not making too much noise, just in case someone was in the house.

I packed the suitcases into the boot of Bernie, and then I went back into the house to get the rest of my stuff. I disassembled Aurora's crib, and put all her toys and things in boxes in the back seats of my car. Then I took my laptop down. I gave one last sweeping look to the room, and I sighed heavily. I really didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay and be happy with Harry. I wanted to marry him and live happily ever after. But when did life ever give you a happy ending? Sometimes, the world doesn't work like that.

I turned around, wiping away a tear, then I froze, staring wide-eyed at the person in front of me. "Harry," I breathed.

"Leaving me without saying goodbye?" he asked, looking at me with no emotion in his eyes.

"I thought it would be easier that way," I whispered, not looking at him. The floor had never been so interesting. I put my hands in my pockets and found the key to Harry's house. I looked up at him and took the key out of my pocket and offered it to him. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I know I was a horrid slut, and I just feel so stupid and I think loosing you is the punishment I deserve - and more. I love you, Harry. Nothing will change that, but I don't deserve to be with you."

I took Harry's hand and opened it, placing the key in his palm. I wrapped his fingers around the key, then walked past him and left the room. I walked to the front door and smiled, remembering this house in all its beauty.

"ABIGAIL!" Harry yelled. His feet pounding on the ground scared me as he sounded like a charging bull. "ABIGAIL, don't leave me!" He yelled, grabbing onto the banister in front of him as he looked down at me. "Please, Abi, I don't want you to go."