Because of Oliver

Chapter 11: Depression

I watched as the parents picked up their children. The children would run into their parent's arms, excited to see them. I missed my mom and dad. They lived back in Wolverhampton. I haven't seen them since before I went to Uni.

"Bye, Miss Paris!" Oliver exclaimed hugging me before rushing off to his dad.

I barely saw a glimpse of Harry before he rushed out. I wonder why he didn't say hi. Maybe it had something to do with our date last night.

I watched as Peter and his mom walked out of the room. He was the last one out. I sighed and packed up my stuff. I had some papers to grade this weekend. Thankfully, it was the weekend. I will probably sleep in till 10 tomorrow morning.

I trudged to my cheep, used car. It was a blue 2001 Ford Focus. I turned the key, but it didn't start. I turned the key again, and it finally started. I breathed a sigh of relief as the car rolled down the street.

Soon, I was home. I plodded up the seven flights of stairs because the elevator was broken. On the fifth flight, the heel on my left shoe broke. I groaned and kicked off my shoes in anger. Today was not my day. I picked up my shoes from the floor and ran up the last two flights.

I searched around through my bag for my key. It took me like three minutes to find it. I finally got into my apartment. I threw my bags down and flopped on the couch. I jumped when I heard a cough from the direction of the kitchen. "Who's there?" I yelled grabbing the revolver from the coffee table.

"You need to hide your spare key better," Harry chuckled putting his hands up like I was a cop.

"Harry, don't scare me like that," I sighed laughing.

"I need to talk to you," he told me getting serious all of the sudden.

"About what?" I said nervously.

"Since we're dating, I think you should know about my past," he told me running a hand through his hair.

"Okay. Sit down," I told him kinda confused.

He sat down and ran a hand through his hair again. I could tell he was contemplating how to tell me whatever he was gong to tell me. "I guess you might be wondering who Oliver's mum is," he said.

"Yeah." I was still confused.

"Um, I'm not quite sure how to tell you," he stated. "I was married to a girl named Brooke Williams. She's Oliver's mum, or rather was Oliver's mum."

"What happened?" I asked. Harry didn't seem like he was one to divorce.

"She died," he said his whole body drooping.

"I'm sorry," I said genuinely. I placed my hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"She died just after Oliver was born. She had to have an emergency c-section. The doctors accidently cut the wrong thing. She couldn't handle it," he said. I had no idea.

"I'm depressed," Harry told me shaking his head. I didn't know what to say, so I kept silent and rubbed his back.

"I'm so depressed, Paris," he started crying. "I thought of taking my life multiple time, but I always stop myself because of Oliver." He was shaking from his tears. He was so broken. I could tell he loved Brooke very much.

"It's been five years, five long and depressing years. I had to watch Oliver grow without her. He's the spitting image of her," he laughed softly. "I know she would have wanted me to move on sooner, but I haven't been able to for some reason." He was in hysterics.

"I'm depressed too," I told him giving a half-smile.

"Really?" he sniffed looking up at me.

I nodded. "It's nothing like yours but its depression nonetheless."

"What are you depressed about?" he asked.

"I haven't seen my family in eight years. I haven't had enough money to pay for a visit. I missed my sister Ava's wedding, I missed my sister Zoey's graduation, an I'm probably going to miss my brother Charlie's graduation." I sighed almost in tears. "I'm their older sister. I should be there for those big events, but instead I'm working some low pay job trying to pay school debts. I can't support them like I want to. I'm also homesick, homesick for California. I know I've lived over half of my life here, but I grew up in Cali. I haven't been back. I haven't seen my childhood friends for years. I miss them so much. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss Cali. I miss the beach. I miss it all." I started bawling.

Harry hugged me. We just hugged and cried into each others shoulders for about twenty minutes.

"I had no idea that you were depressed," Harry said with a concerned look on his face.

"I had no idea that you were depressed," I told him.

"We both hide it so well," Harry laughed through tears.

He looked intently into my eyes. "You have the prettiest eyes," he smirked pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. He closed his eyes and starred leaning in. I closed my eyes right before his lips lightly attached to mine. My stomach flopped over, and I felt fireworks. His lips pulled away from mine, and he kissed my tear stained cheeks. I grabbed his neck and pushed his lips back to mine. I loved the way his lips felt on mine. It was almost like his lips were meant for mine. His lips molded to mine perfectly. I loved this feeling, and I never wanted him to leave.

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author's note:

hey!!! two updates in two days! :D I was just really inspired so yeah :)

poor harry and paris :( at least the last part was cute :) parry forever ♥ {Parry is their ship name that I just made up :}

buh-bye loves :) <3