Meant To Be |H.S|

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I shake my head frantically and Wendy looks at me with a sad face:
-Emma, I'm so so-Before she could finish her sentence, I get up, run to the bathroom, lock the door and sit on the floor.

I feel betrayed. My own brother killed his own father, and Charlie helped.

What am I supposed to do now?!

I want to talk to Jackson and Charlie, but I'm affraid of what they'll say.

To think that my father left something for Jackson, after what he did is awful.

I can't imagine my father's reaction when he saw Jackson and Charlie.

And it all happened the day before my 15th birthday, the birthday I got my tattoo and the birthday that I decided that my tattoo was dedicated, somehow, to my dad.

I hear a knock on the door, but I don't move. I don't want to move.

-Baby, open the door-I hear Harry's voice and before my mind could process anything, a sob raked through my body and I put my face in my hands
-Emma, baby, please open the door, it's just me, please, I-I don't know what you're feeling, but I want to help you with this-He says and I shake my head even though he can't see me
-Emma, please...-He pleads with a sad voice and I sigh.

I look at the door, get up, unlock it and sit on the floor again. Harry enters, locks the door behind him and sits next to me:
-How are you feeling?-He asks and pulls me closer to him
-I-I don't even know, I'm sad, I'm angry and confused, I don't know, I just-
-Hey, calm down, deep breaths babe, okay?

I nod and look down. By this time, I can't stop my tears, they just run smoothly along my cheeks:
-Em, stop crying, look at me-He says and grabs my face with his hands, making me look at him-Calm down love
-How am I supposed to calm down Harry?! Everything in my life is a fucking mess and I'm just so tired of this-I say and sob after
-It's not a mess Emma, I'm here, I'm here to help you clean all this mess, okay?-He asks and I slowly nod.

He looks at the door then back at me:
-I'll be right back-He says, gets up and leaves.

I get up too, go over to the sink and wash my face.

I sit on the floor again and just stand there thinking.

What would my mom say about this? And what would my dad say about this if he survived? What would happen? Does Charlie regret what he did? Is that why he's so bipolar with me? Wha-

Someone enters the bathroom. I quickly look at the door and see Harry with our bags and Anne behind him, a worried look plastered on her face.

I slowly get up and make my way to Harry:
-Sweetie, are you okay? What happened?-She asks with a worried tone.

I look at Harry in a way to say "help me".

-She discovered something that made her upset-Harry says, trying to avoid the real reason
-Can I do anything to help it?
-Unfortunately, no
-Harry, just tell me what happened, I'm used to this kind of things-she says, I look at Harry and nod.

He sighs and explains everything to Anne, at the end she looks at me with a sad face, comes closer and hugs me.

I hug her back tightly and then we both pull away:
-You are always welcomed in here, okay?-She says and I nod with a small smile.

We say our goodbyes, get out of that house and I help Harry putting our bags in the car trunk.

He closes the the trunk, looks at me and hugs me gently, as if I was made of glass and if he did this too tightly I would break.

I hug him and sigh:
-Always know that if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm always here, I want to be here love, okay?-He mumbles and I nod.

I'm so fucking lucky.

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I have a feeling that this fanfiction is shitty but that won't stop me from writing it hueheueueheue :))))

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