Harry's POV.
I get the bags along with Eleanor's Louis Vuitton bags. She owns like five hundred of them, my question is where the hell do her parents get all that money? Twenty minutes later, I catch up to El while she is fixing my place up.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah." She walks swiftly towards me. "Let's not make it harder than it has to be." She softly smiles. I get lost in her hazel eyes. "Harry." She whispers.
"Yeah.. Yeah." I cough. "I'll get us a cab." I walk out. No way in hell am I driving to the airport and leaving my car in the parking lot. Going down the lift, I pray to god that this all goes well but knowing how messed up I am and with my luck, something will happen that I fear.
Five minutes later, Eleanor comes along ready to go. I've always admired her long black coat along with her curly long hair and black heels.
"You're going to the airport in heels?" I question.
"I have flats in my bag." She smiles.
"Alright." We fast find a cab and get the bags inside.
"Airport, sir." I speak.
"Sure." He says. I lean back next to Eleanor and she holds my hand tightly, I don't respond. As often as that happens, my unemotional gestures, she never seems to stop trying.
We get to the airport at ten then go through security which annoys me so much because I literally have to strip off my shoes, belt, phone, laptop and anything that was electronic to take out of my bag and put in a bag. This happens about two times before we wait until we get to our department. It's eleven and our flight leaves at mid-night.
As we sit on the red connected chairs, I catch Eleanor scanning me with her eyes.
"What?" I ask stuttering.
"Do you still refuse to see your parents?" She asks. Why the hell does she always put me in these situations?
"I just don't want to. Look the reason that I'm going to England is to pick up some pieces and break the news."
"What news?" She moves closer.
"Gemma's death."
"Harry, they still don't know?"
"No, I refused to talk to anyone at all. I haven't even made a phone call to England since last year."
"But why?"
"I don't want anything to do with them."
"But Harry that's your mother, do you know what a mother is? She gave birth to you-"
"And I wish she hadn't." I stay as calm as possible. She didn't say another word, instead she quietly unlocked her phone and browsed on it for a full half hour. The silence didn't bother me as much, after all I am a silent person. I think Eleanor is trying to prove a point to me but she won't change my mind no matter how hard she treats me this way.
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Eleanor's POV.
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The silent treatment towards Harry doesn't seem to bother him.. At all! The less attention I seem to give him the less he could care. Maybe he's 'straight talk to the face' kind of person.
"Harry, we are going to see your mother." I press.
"Well no shit! I'm not gonna just let you go tell them that Gemma died." he mumbles.
"No, I mean you will see her and spent time with her." I face him.
"Not happening." He shakes his head repeatedly.
