Broken Beyond Repair

Chapter Thirty One

~:JOYCE'S POV:~

Hell, it hurt a lot. I don't want to leave Harry. But who am I kidding, I'm not at all well, it's for everyone's sake. My mother hates me, you can see the loathing in her eyes. She only gives me that look, because I'm the only one worth so much hatred.

I'm not committing suicide, as great as that sounds. Actually, I'm moving to America to get myself some better help. I'm going to Great Brooklyn Rehabilitation Center. I spoke to Josh about it, he told me I didn't need it even though he was just fooling himself.

It seems London holds too many unbearable memories for me to stay any longer. I've been doing my research and it seems that Great Brooklyn Rehab has many positive results and they treat their patients like family, not some self-destructive, self-hating person.

Since my flight leaves tomorrow morning I plan on seeing Harry later on today. My bags are packed and my mind is set. Perhaps when I get back, Harry will already be settling down with some girl, living a happy life. As much as the thought hurts, I'd be happy for him. He'd finally find a stable girl, one who can start a family, one who's confident yet shy at the same time. Someone who's perfect for Harry.

As many times as I said it before, that person will never be me.

It can't be.

~:HARRYS POV:~

The thought of seeing Joyce today sparked my excitement. We haven't spoken properly in over a week and I miss her dearly. After that scene with her mother she's been less social and I hope she's not falling back down again. I can't bear the thought of something or someone hurting her.

I tell myself not too worry to much, I'll see her today anyway. I'll fix whatever's troubling her dark mind.

Time passes by too slowly for my liking, I find myself counting down the hours until I'll see her. After a week of separation from someone you love dearly you start to go mad.

I distract myself by settling on the couch playing some FIFA with Louis, and soon there's a knock on the door. I jump off the couch and bolt to the door. When Louis chuckled at my immediate response I send him a playful glare.

I rush opening the door and a smiling Joyce appears in the door way. Her light brown hair flows down her shoulders at a long length, her eyes still haven't recovered and remain a shattered grey, but nevertheless they are still beautiful. I'm almost at loss for words when I see her, she's wearing a normal top and some leggings but I can't help but feel overwhelmed by her beauty.

"Well, I'll leave you to it," Louis says winking at Joyce and she giggles. I smile at my best mate and lovely girlfriend getting along.

Once Louis disappears to his room I take Joyce in my arms hugging her tightly.

"Hi Harry," she laughs into my ear, it's an angelic sound that I haven't heard in a while. She doesn't laugh too often, only in her brightest of moods.

"Joyce my darling, I missed you so much baby," I feel her heart beat increase at my sentence and I smile into her hair and reluctantly pull away.

"How've you been Joy?" I ask, holding her hands in mine. I'm so glad to see her right now.

Nothing can ruin this moment.

~:JOYCE'S POV:~

I can feel Harrys happiness radiating off him and I can't help but feel happy myself. I'm so blessed just to see him, to be with him. Even though this will be our last moments for who knows how long.

It could be years till I'm better, besides, it took me three years to get out of that nut house and even then I wasn't even better.

I need to make these last moments with Harry last, perhaps we can go back to the old arcade again, or a stroll down the street. Anything, anything involved with Harry I'm up for.