Picking Up the Pieces // Harry Styles

Forty

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Harry and I only got four hours of sleep, which was more than expected but still not enough. We made breakfast by the fire, occasionally making trips to the RV to grab food. On one of my trips, I hid Harry's passport under a mattress in someone's bunk. I grabbed the cereal box and dashed out the door.

Eventually we packed up, me heading to Sheffield, the boys all over the world soon. This was my week with my family. The following day the tours would start. I would be at the third show according to my ticket date. A message was sent to my phone regarding the details.

The car to take me home arrived and even if it was Colton, one of Ed's bodyguards, I still didn't want to get in. I said my goodbyes, hugging each boy and thanking them for such a lovely time. I didn't cling onto Harry so much. I smiled as I squeezed him tight. He'd be back soon.

I loaded by bags and sat in the back with my iPhone and small purse. Colton was always so kind to me. I really did appreciate him driving me home.

Text messages from friends flew in. I answered them half heartedly. I leaned back and decided to catch some more z's before I saw my family again.

I didn't dream. I just saw colors until Colton told me we had arrived. Gray, pale pink, blue, and lavender blurred my subconscious until I met reality. We shook hands but he had started a conversation with my imagination so I left the two to be. I was on my own as imagination slowly bought into reality's ideas. The switch had been made. Reality had won another day.

Colton helped me with my bags and I thanked him as I started for the front door. I crossed the same street that Ed would always cross with me, holding my hand to assure that I was safe.

I knocked on the cherry red door and smiled at the bushes of red roses. Mum said they were always there for me. I never liked them, but now I appreciated their beauty.

"Mum, Dad, she's here!" Clementine screamed, making me smile. The door swung open and Clementine greeted me with a big smile.

"Hi." I said, sheepishly.

"Hey." She said with a smile. "Come on in."

"Thanks." I carried my bags inside, waving goodbye to Colton before Minty shut the door. I looked around, my childhood rushing back to me. The stairs I would run up and down to escape Mother and Father; the chandelier that I would often sit under as I read, Clementine often saying "I hope that falls on you one day." so much that I began to wish it did.

I wandered into the living room to see Grandfather's arm chair. I ran to sit in it, breathing into the fabric. It was so refreshing. After forgetting his scent, this chair was soothing to my soul. I smelt smoke and his musky cologne. I wanted to stay there all day.

"Scarlett?" A rough voice asked me. My body felt cold as I opened my eyes a little. I turned and sat up a little to see my father. He wasn't in a hospital bed. He was on his two feet now and he looked different after all these years. I felt like doubtful Thomas seeing Jesus after hearing of His death. I could not believe he was standing here before me.

"Hi." I said softly, digging my fingers into Grandfather's chair.

"I-I miss him too." He said, clearing his throat as he took a step closer to me. I wanted him to go away. I wanted him to pay for all he had done to me. I wanted to hurt him for hurting my mother and leaving us, but I couldn't find the strength to.