Unpredictable Love II

Chapter 123

Three Days Later

Chapter 123

Harry's POV

Jocelyn told me she'd eventually get past this depression she's going through, but she hasn't so much as touched me since she cried herself to sleep against my chests three days ago.

She's lifeless, drained, and the look upon her face is always saddened.

The valet brings my car to the automatic doors of the hospital exit. Looks of sympathy are coming from every which direction. It's very obvious that something derailed when a woman is leaving the maternity wing of the hospital, without a baby. Karleigh hardly goes unnoticed.

I rub my hand gently down her shoulder in an attempt at a comforting gesture, but I receive no response from her what so ever. I glance down at her to see that something is captivating her attention. When I follow the direction of here eyes, my heart drops into my stomach.

A woman in a wheelchair, much similar to Karleigh's, is being pushed out of the hospital. The smile on her face isn't the only thing evident about her though. Not when the smile on her face is directed towards the bundle on pink being held tightly in her arms.

My legs immediately walk faster, desperate to get Karleigh out of here. I practically yank her up out of the wheelchair and point her to the passenger seat of my car.

We're both silent on the drive home, and Jocelyn has already left us to prepare the house for Karleigh's arrival.

As I pull into the driveway, I jump out of the car and offer Karleigh my arm. "I'm fine." She murmurs, still taking my arm as I help her walk up the path to her front door.

Karleigh stares at me when we get inside of the house.

"Come on Karls let's go lay down." I suggest.

She shakes her head slowly. "Go home Harry." Her voice is monotone.

I'm caught off guard by her command, but I have no idea how to protest. My feet start to walk towards the front door, but I convince myself to stop.

"Why?" I dare to ask.

A shaky sigh is released from her. "You need to focus on you getting better, not on me."

"I am focused on getting better Karleigh, don't be ludicrous."

"Your mother told me your recovery outlook is fantastic, that you're currently no-evidence-of cancer. That's great, go home and bask in your well being. I can take care of myself for a while." She insists, but her words are so cold and barren that I'm taken aback. It's been awhile since the last time I've hear Karleigh speak in this heartless tone. I can't seem to make sense of what she's saying.

I just keep on walking right out her front door.

**

Karleigh's POV

With my knees pressed tightly to my chest, I begin to heave. My eyes burn but I've run out of tears, so I just lay still in my bed. Alone.

The door to my room creaks open, and in steps Aunt Joc.

"You're back." She smiles, pity gleaming in her eyes. I don't respond. "Your mother called, and I think you should return her calls."

"Why so she can lie to my face some more? Fuck her." I snap. Aunt Jocelyn flinches in response to my aggressive tone, the first emotion I've shown in days.

She starts to say something but stops herself, and purses her lips.

A thought tugs at my mind and I'm suddenly sidetracked from the thought of my Mom.

"Where have you been running off to lately? You've been gone a lot."

"I have not been gone a lot." She defends, her eyes refusing to meet mine.

"Aunt Jocelyn, it's nearly midnight and you're just getting home. You're gone a lot." I laugh lightly, wondering what the hell this woman could have to hide.

"Nowhere, I've just been hanging out. With some...guy friends." She hesitantly explains.

I pause. "Guy friends? Like dating."

Her cheeks are flaming red and she will not look at me. "No! Of course not. Decland and I are just friends."

My lips are smiling. "Decland huh." I tease her relentlessly.

"Shut up." She blurts, covering her face with her hands. "Where's Harry?" She tries to change the subject, but my expression of discomfort must be obvious.

Aunt Joc wraps her arms around me and presses herself against my side. "I'm so sorry Karleigh. I'm so sorry about your baby." She whispers, gently placing her hand on my flat stomach. I lay my hand atop of hers and nod. "It's okay. I'm okay."

"Harry's struggling with this too, you know." She tells me. "You shouldn't shut him out."

"I made him leave. I couldn't-- I can't bare to see him in pain because of me. He deserves more than this, Aunt Jocelyn. I can't..." I trail off, tears fresh in my eyes. "I can't even give him children."

"Karleigh you have to understand, that you are enough for Harry. You two are so silly." She laughs to herself for a moment, then looks over at me. "When Harry's cancer was getting worse, he pushed you away to try and save you from himself and now that's exactly what you're doing to him. Why can't the both of you just allow each other to make decisions for yourselves. If Harry doesn't love you anymore after this, that's his decision. But you can't take that choice away from him."

Her words make my heart ache, I know she's right. I can only cry harder because her words bring a heart wrenching fear with them. What if Harry no longer loves me for killing his child? I can't handle him pushing me away.

"Take a drive. Go see him." Aunt Jocelyn suggests.

"It's a quarter past twelve Aunt Joc, this can wait until the morning."

"Something tells me he's not asleep. Take a drive." She restates.

And so I do. I climb out of my bed, still in my pajamas and get in my car to take a drive.

**

Harry's POV

Images of her face a flooding my brain, it's so overwhelming I can't even fall asleep. The way her lifeless eyes have been overlooking me for the past few days, it's more than I can take.

I've been trying to fall asleep for hours now and I can tell that I won't be getting rest anytime soon. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stand up.

My shirt is bundled up on the floor and I scoop it up and tug it on over my head. Absentmindedly, my feet carry me down the stairs. I can tell Niall is asleep considering how quite the apartment is. My shoes are by the front door, right where I left them and I lazily slip my feet into them without untying the laces.

When I pull the front door open, I stunned by confusion.