Tragically Beautiful

Chapter 29: Five Days Five Weeks Five Years

Hello everyone!

Yes, I have returned! I really want to apologize for making you all wait so long, so I made this chapter longer than usual. You're probably wondering where the HELL I'VE BEEN, no? Well, I actually took a break from writing for a couple reasons. One, I didn't feel like I was writing to my best ability after my break up. I started losing any interest to write, so I waited it out, and now I am ready to write again! No, I never considered ending TB, I would never do that. I worked so hard to get this far, and I'm not just going to throw it away. Another reason I was away for quite awhile was because I was literally away.. On a cruise! If it weren't for that vacation away from everyone, I probably would still be in my funk.

Anyways, here is the update, and I hope you guys like it! Remember to vote as well! Love you guys. Remember to fall the tb_theofficialhally on instagram to follow the characters appearances and any other cool stuff!

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~marinne

17. All of Me- John Legend

18. Falling Slowly- Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

Harry's POV

I didn't realize I had been sitting there for ten fucking minutes until my phone began buzzing like hell in the back pocket of my jeans. Of course it was Ally, just checking to make sure her little sister got home safely.

Should I even tell her? Was it worth seeing her upset and angry over something that simply happened unplanned and on a whim? It's not like I kissed her back; I pulled away first.

I pulled away first.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I would've jumped at the chance for something like this to happen months ago, but all I can do now is concentrate on keeping the vomit threatening to spew out of my mouth at any second down in my upset stomach.

The creaking sound of the screen door built into the front of the house suddenly rips me away from my internal battle as a woman with long dark hair steps out from behind the shadows. I instantly recognize the woman to be Ally's mother; how could I forget the dark brown eyes and sharply angled cheekbones that have been engraved into my head?

I watch in horror as the young woman's eyes lock on me, and the same bright, lively smile that I always see adorning Ally's rose petal lips is no where to be found; in it's place is a grief-stricken frown.

"Harry!" she calls out to me, and I so desperately want to pretend that I didn't hear her and pull out of the driveway as fast as I can, but I have already made eye contact with her; she knows very well that I have heard her.

Fuck.

She rushes over to my goddamn car on fucking stilts for shoes and taps on the glass window.

"How are you?" she asks, and the rushed tone present in her voice reveals that she's not here to ask me how my day has been.

"Good, how are you?" I ask as I uncomfortably tap my fingers against the leather steering wheel.

Fuck, this was so awkward.

"I'm doing okay," she trails off, nodding her head slightly. I'm about to respond, but she cuts me to the chase.

"Was Carson with you all weekend?"

What was I supposed to tell her? That her daughter was nearly beaten to death by her crazy ex-boyfriend?

"No, she was with Ally. She had classes today and she asked me if I could drive her home."