Mistake.

Chapter 53

ALEXANDRA

Lunch had gone smoothly. I had met Harry's aunt before during Gemma's birthday party a few years ago, and she's just as sweet as I remember her to be.

When we were done eating, I waited a few minutes before I announced to them I was leaving. I kissed and hugged them all good bye, before I took Scarlett into my arms to shower her with kisses.

"Mummy will see you later. Be a good girl for Nana and Daddy." I murmured into Scarlett's cheek as I placed a final peck there before I passed her off to Harry's Aunt Diana.

"I'll walk you to your car," Harry smiled shyly, getting up from his seat and leading me out of the restaurant.

"I hope you had a good time with us." He voiced as we walked toward my black SUV.

"I did. Lunch was lovely. Thank you for having invited me, Harry." I smiled warmly, stopping in front of my vehicle when we reached my parking spot.

"I was meaning to ask you something." I announced once silence fell upon us. Harry's eyes peered into my own expectantly as we stood in front of one another quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering when it would be a good time for me to pass by the house to pick up some more clothes for me and Scarlett." I commented softly, Harry's eyes widening just the slightest bit as he remained quiet for a few seconds.

"Oh, um- you can pass by whenever you want. I'm not really staying at the house at the moment. I've been with Mum this past month." He replied, a sad smile coming to his lips.

"Oh." Now it was my turn to stay quiet. I wasn't really expecting for him to say he was staying with Anne. I'll this time I thought he was back at the house.

"Are we ever going to talk about what happened?" Harry inquired, finally breaking the tense silence that loomed over us both.

"Harry, I don't think this is the place for us to discuss such matters." I sighed tiredly, to which he scoffed as he shook his head.

"If not here, when and where? It's been a month since our fight. I can't stand to be away from you and my daughter for much longer, Alex. I know you're hurting, but have you thought about how I'm feeling? I'm just as broken and upset as you are. I've tried to explain my side of the story but you won't let me. I don't think I can handle any more heartache, Alexandra." Harry breathed out shakily as his eyes glazed over with tears.

"I know we have to talk about what happened, H. Believe me, I know. But each time I try to bring myself to talk about it, I don't know what to say to you or how to even act around you. This isn't something I'll be able to get over from one day to another. What she did was something that really broke me; whether you knew it was happening or not. I know you tried to prevent, but I can't help but feel angry about the whole thing. We'll talk about it someday this week, I'm just asking of you not to pressure me to do it today." I sobbed as tears ran down my cheeks.

"I won't be in London this week." Harry sniffled as he wiped under his eyes to dry up his tears.

"What do you mean?" I wondered, my fingertips dabbing away the tears from my flushed cheeks.

"I'm flying out to L.A Wednesday to finish up a couple things before tour starts up again." He explained as a few tears managed to escape his eyes.

"How long will you be in America for?" I frowned, my hands messing with the sleeves of my oversized knitted royal blue sweater.

"Just a few days. But I wanted to talk to you about what happened because I can't bear the thought of being away from you for so long without even being able to say good bye. But I understand you're not ready to talk about what happened just yet. Maybe we can talk when I come back?" Harry murmured as he flashed a watery, sad smile.

"I'm sorry, Harry. Really, I am." I cried pitifully as more tears streamed down my cheeks. He shook his head gently, leaning forward to place a delicate kiss to my forehead.

"You've nothing to be sorry about, darling. I'll see you later when I bring you Scarlett. Drive safe." Harry whispered as he pulled away from me and turned around to walk back into the restaurant, leaving me to get in my vehicle before I broke down and began to cry into my hands as I leaned forward, against the steering wheel.

What have I done to deserve this?