Found Me [Harry AU // COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirty Six

She's draining, the more she sees Gemma the more her heart's squeezing with guilt and aching.

She finally met the boy her sister's been searching for years, she's seen him all this time. And yet, she couldn't find herself telling her.

Because Harry might not be ready to see her after what she had told him. She's gone phscyo was what she said and he looked much more worse when he understood what that meant. It broke her either ways.

"Where are you going?" She asks when she spots Gemma, scratching her upper arm and walking halfway out the door.

A glare was what she got.

"Why do you care?" That was her reply before the slamming of a door became the only sound in the house.

She sighs, leaning and sliding the down the stairs rail. Is Harry fine? Is he blaming himself the same way she is?

How did he put up with her, look at her and always coming to a realization that she was the girl his parents chose over him?

She stands up, with her hand using her knee as a support to get up and almost walks over to her parents room before she remembered something.

"Shit, the guy" she muttered, recalling about her father's old house. Her feet stumbled downstairs and reach the phone, where she had written down the number. She knows Gemma won't see it for her ignorance towards the house phone. 

Her trembling fingers pressed on the numbers, accompanied by the endless rapid beats of her heart. She knew she didn't intend to memorize the number itself, but whenever it came to her real parents, she'd drown rather than hear nothing of them. 

She presses the phone slightly to her ear, as if someone would shout as a reply. But the man answered quietly, just as how she expected. 

"Aronica! Great to hear from you" 

"Yes, same for you" she forces a smile, even though he won't see it. The hole in her chest is still fresh and it's aching, making her to force many things just so it'd be a layer to put on top of it. If she goes right now, Harry won't be with her. 

If she's getting into contact with her parents, indirectly, Harry won't be there to comfort her if she cries or get emotional. 

He simply won't be there. 

And all the layer she had placed is now burnt. She bites her bottom lip, as if to stop the pain from coming back. 

"Did you decide to postpone the visit?" he asks carefully. 

"No, no something happened but now will be okay. I guess" she nods to herself. 

"Wonderful, I'll send someone to pick you up" he cheerfully says and she wonders if this was the same man who was very serious and stiff. 

"That'd be great, thank you" she replies, still keeping the forced smile. The phone clicks and her ears allows silence to enter. But the last thing she needs is quietness. When there's silence, his laugh is being played, his jokes will be printed onto her mind and his face will be the only picture in her head. Not to mention the guilt that overpowers it all. 

Suddenly, she doesn't want Gemma to come back from wherever she went. She doesn't want to see her face and recognize the resemblance between her features and Harry's. 

Pain. There's pain everywhere. 

In her chest, in her room, in her mind. In this house. 

She slowly walks upstairs to her room, checking her appearance and telling herself it's appropriate enough for going to her parent's house.