Love Amongst A War ↦ H.S a.u [FINISHED]

*Chapter Three- Bittersweet Victory

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'Harry's POV'

I place my duffel bag full of clothes by the bottom of the stairs and quietly walk into the kitchen. Looking at the walls covered with pictures of family members and friends, I frown. I hesitate before entering the kitchen as I see my mum. Her dark hair thrown up in a thing she called a messy bun, her back to me as she concocts something on the stove top. I slip my hands into my jean pockets and lean against the door looking at her.

I promise it's not as creepy as it sounds.

When she finally spins around and begins to walk over to the sink, she notices me, an audible gasp escaping her lips as the plate she was carrying falls to the floor.

"Harry! Stop doing that. You just about gave me a bloody heart attack!" She screams at me as her hands fly up to her chest, to cover her heart.

"I'm sorry, mum." I chuckle as I take a seat on one of the barstools at the island. I glance back up at her once I'm in a more comfortable position on the stool. Her face that was once before coated in fear is now coated in sadness. Her large frown not showing her dimples that are similar to my own as she looks at me.

"What?" I ask her with a slight attitude because I don't enjoy being stared at as if I had just killed her new born puppy.

"I'm going to miss you is all." She admits as her eyes glance down and she bends down to grab the plate.

"You're lucky nothing was on this--or that it didn't break." She scolds me while she turns on the faucet and cleans the dish.

I shrug and don't reply. It's rude, I know, but the sadness is really starting to kick in now that her face is right in front of me. Looking down at my hands, I begin to pick the skin around my nails. Just one of my many bad habits.

A few minutes pass by as she cleans up around the kitchen before I interrupt the silence.

"I love you, mum."

"I love you too, Harry. Now come over here and help me with your send off meal." She says as she points down at the pan that has chicken sizzling in it.

I nod and slide off the stool before I slowly walk over to the stove top. My own mother doesn't even know what I'm really going to New York for. New York is so far from Holmes Chapel. I'm actually not looking forward to the flight either, eight hours. That's just simply way too long.

"Harry." Mum snaps me out of my thoughts, quite literally because she clicked her fingers right in front of my face to capture my attention.

"The chicken, love." I blink myself back into reality and use a cooking utensil to flip over the bits of chicken as she tosses a salad. My eyes slowly move up to her face.

What if I don't make it back? Would she be alright without me? Would Robin, Gemma, and her be able to continue along with their lives right off? Or would they go into a mass depression and hide in the dark?

Those are the thoughts that keep racing through my mind until a searing pain spreads from my hand and up my arm.

"Oi, fuck!" I shout as I drop the spatula and jump back from the stove.

"You okay?" My mum asks through her laughter. She's laughing so hard that she almost has tears in her eyes.

"Wow, glad my pain's funny to you, mum." I snide, rubbing my hand where the hot oil splashed up and burnt me.