Desolation // h.s (Book 2 of The Redemption Series)

Chapter Twelve

Songs For This Chapter:

· This Is Gospel (Piano Version) - Panic! At The Disco

· I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance

· Cute Without The E - Taking Back Sunday

· Wait For You - Elliott Yamin

· Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Harry's POV

In the morning I woke up with a hangover and Jade on my mind. I sat up in my bed and wiped the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hands.

It had been an awfully long time since I had had a hold on my emotions,  or a hold on my mentality.  So I decided to get off of my  bed and get down onto my knees at my bedside.  I closed my eyes  and placed my hands into prayer form, and I silently prayed. I prayed for everything to fall into place,  I prayed to be healed,  I prayed to overcome the pain that I had been feeling for the last year, I prayed to keep my sanity.

I was giving up, slowly giving up. I was dying inside and quickly slipping into the never ending darkness of my own depression. I had tried over and over to forget about Jade, to allow myself to heal but I couldn't do that if  I kept allowing Jade to rip open my wounds and allowing her to pour salt  into them.

I knew my actions in the past had hurt Jade, I knew that I had done her wrong more times than I could even count but unlike Jade,  I was more than willing to accept the coincidences for my actions. But what Jade  didn't comprehend was  how much pain I was in, how much it hurt me to see her in Zayn's arms.   The relationship that I had with Jade at that moment was anything but healthy, quite  frankly it was toxic. Maybe our relationship had always been toxic, and if so then there was no wonder why we had split.

I felt as if I  was a selfish prick because I was not even happy with what I already had. I had a mum, and stepfather that loved me, I had a flatmate that cared for me, hell, I even had a daughter that loved her papa. But I felt incomplete,  I longed for more.

When I finally picked myself up off of the floor, I walked towards my bedroom door but I stopped at the sound of a  small laugh, of Aurora's cute little laugh to be more specific. I dodged out of my bedroom and ran into the living room.

Damian was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, while Aurora was sitting opposite of him playing with her favorite red ball, the ball that her mum bought her a few months before her death. " Morning. " I said.

Damian looked up and smiled before responding with a simple; " Good Morning. "

I walked over to Aurora and picked my babygirl up. I peppered her chubby face with little kisses. " Daddy  missed you so much." I told her  in all honesty. Aurora wiggled around in my arms as I peppered her face with even more kisses.  " Next time I go to Britain,  you're coming with me, I promise. "

" Are you okay?" Damian asked.

" Yeah, I have a slight hangover but 'm fine." I replied.  " Why do you ask?"

" Because." Damian begun. " You had a visitor last night. "

" Who?"

"  Give 'Ora to me." Damian said. " Then go into the kitchen, they're waiting for you in there."

" Can't you just tell me who it is?"

" No." Damian said as I handed Aurora to him. " They stayed here the entire night, just waiting to talk to you, waiting until you were sober enough to  be able to comprehend what they have to say."