Harry's P.O.V:
Claire was coming back to Maine with me, Zayn was going back with Mary and I don't even know what the rest of them were doing. I know I did leave her, but only 2 times a week, two out of seven. Hmmmm, I don't see the problem there. Maybe she just needed a break. I'm just gonna go with that. She doesn't know how much I want to go and hold her, I want to pick her up and kiss her and I want it to be like old times. But I know that won't happen. Why? Because she doesn't care about me anymore. Her place for me in her heart has gone away and she has no intentions for me anymore.
But I love her. Don't I? I care about her, I want to be there for her.
But she doesn't love me. She doesn't. She doesn't want me to be there.
I felt like I had to go to Mary and tell her about everything, like we still were together. When I could gaze into her dark brown eyes, and we could just talk and talk and talk not noticing it was 2am because we loved each other so much we could talk forever. I felt a pain, a pain where I realized that might not ever happen again. A pain where I knew it could never happen.
Back in Maine: (Still in Harry's P.O.V)
"Why were you in my bathroom?" Claire's voice said.
"Excuse Me?" Mary's voice rang throughout the house, with a curious tone.
"Yeah. Get out of my bathroom."
"Well here's this." She handed Claire a bag with makeup in it.
"Put this BACK!" Claire said furiously.
"Honey, this is my bathroom. Not yours. Do you have the deed to this property? Do you pay the bills? I didn't think so. I run this house. It's been in MY family for 150 years. Has it EVER been in yours? No. You see that room? That's mine. Feel the wood on your feet? I paid for that. See those letters on the counter? Those are for ME. I own this. Sweetie you better think again if you say that this is yours. You can't claim what isn't yours."
"You are such a bitch. You think you rule everything, you're just jealous because I have your Ex." She said, that actually annoyed me. She said I was HERS. No. I'm not.
"Yes, in fact you do. But I'm telling you this. If you ever disrespect me or this house. Something very bad will happen to you. Does Harry know about Dylan? Because I have a picture right here. I could show him and I'm sure he wouldn't care, I mean if he just LOVES you he won't care right?"
"He actually would and that's why you aren't going to show him. You think you have him wrapped around your finger but in reality he's all mine. You may have the house but I have him. I could get any guy I want and you would be alone. You really aren't going to show him." My phone went off.
"Haha you're funny, too late." I looked at my messages, Oh my god, she really did! I heard Arctic Monkeys blast and I knew Mary was in her room. Suddenly Claire was right in front of my face.
"I'm sorry, it's not real, she photoshopped it. I swear."
"It's okay babe, I believe you." I said. I really didn't but still. Not just yet.
Two weeks later.
Mary's P.O.V:
I waved off Brenna through the front window. I put my new clothes down and headed up stairs. I heard people in my brothers old room. I went in and saw Harry and Claire on a love seat just kissing. I just casually went in my room, pissed off on the inside. Harry must have saw me. He came into my room.
"I'm sorry Mary, she told me to." He said. Oh no here it comes. A rant.
"Really, are you really sorry," I said tears brimming in my eyes. "You know why I tell people not to go in that room. And you just do-- that!" At this point the tears were rolling down my cheeks in tiny droplets. "You know this story. You were there when it happened. I would think you would have respect for that room."
