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Chapter 59. - Part II. A Happy Christmas or...

So I have a couple little pre-read A/N's:

1 - I'd like to say I hope that you all had a lovely Christmas and holiday! I know I was supposed to update on Sunday, but my mind was almost broken or something, since Christmas was yesterday haha! Anyway, sorry for the late reply! 

2 - I'd also like to say thank you so much because I've won 2nd in the 2017 Real Person Fiction Awards. I couldn't have done this without all of your love and support! So thank you again so, so much! 

Much love, S x

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Songs for the chapter:

Give Love On Christmas - Jackson 5
All I Want For Christmas Is You - Michael Bublé

Harry's POV.

As I finished my call, I sat down down on the nearest bench, which was about a kilo away from home. I sighed, bent forward, placing my elbows on my knees. I took a look at the time and realised I'd been out for an hour and I knew that I had to go back. I had to face the problem that happened. There was no way I could hide from it.

My feet led me back to the flat and I went inside. I hung up my coat and found Declan sitting alone in the living room. Aubrey and Gemma weren't in view.

"They're in bedroom." He replied and I gaze was immediately on him. I knew that he'd found out.

"Thanks." I walked towards the bedroom door. I probably should've said something more to him, but I didn't. I opened the closed pathway and went inside. The two were standing in the bathroom and I didn't really understand why. Gemma turned around when she saw me. She closed the bathroom door and walked a bit towards me.

"Harry I'm sorry, I didn't mean to —"

"It's fine." I said harshly, causing her to jump slightly at my words. I took in a deep breath and let it out to rid my anger. "I'm sorry. Gemma. Why didn't you tell me about the keys and the house? Why did you take Aubrey?"

"I don't know. I just felt that it was something she should see. It's a part of you."

"Yes it is, but it's part of my past. I don't want to go back to it or see it. I didn't even want to tell her about it. There was no point of it."

"Harry, you can't hide from it. It's still within you. If you stay out of it or go inside, it's not going to make her appear again."

"I know that." I sighed. I truly wished that going back into my old home would make my mum live again, but I knew it was completely impossible. 

"So why don't you want to share it with her?" 

"I just can't go back. Just leave it at that." I said firmly.

"But Harry —" She pushed.

"Drop it Gemma. I forgive you for taking her, but I don't want to talk about it anymore." I eyed her. "Promise me you won't go there again. I mean it."

Her eyes softened and she nodded. "I promise."

"Thank you. Do you mind if I talk to Aubrey?" She showed a small smile in response and was about to walk out of the room, when I called her again. "Sorry for walking out earlier."

"It's alright. I understand." She smiled and left.

My feet made their way to the door and I let out a deep breath before I knocked on it lightly. "Aubrey, babe. Can we talk?"

I waited for a response, but I got nothing. I repeated my action, and the only thing I heard was sniffles from the other side. Shit.

"Aubrey please, I'm so sorry. Can you please open the door so we can talk?" I sighed and finally heard her footsteps, then she opened the door. I looked at her face and her eyes were red — she was definitely crying. My hands took hold of hers as I pulled her close to me, then backed up towards the bed. I sat down for her to sit on my lap. I wanted to hold her. Before I knew it, she started to sob onto my chest. She was sorry and so was I. I didn't mean for her to feel like this. I felt selfish, but I had no choice over my own actions.