I get to Anne's house at around eleven at night. Taking a deep breath I knock on the door hoping that Eleanor would answer.
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Eleanor's POV.
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After that conversation about Harry, Anne had shown me some pictures of him as a child. I can understand why Harry never likes to talk about his past . I wouldn't either. He was so adorable as a child. He didn't have the curls like now but fine straight blonde hair with big blue eyes like Anne's. Now he has hazel eyes.. I'm guess like his father's.
"Anne, what happened to his father?" I curiously asked. I had imagined he would be here sitting by Anne but ever since I had gotten here it's been only her and I and Dusty the cat.
A knock on the door stops our conversation and my question isn't answered. Anne runs to open the door as I put all the pictured back in the shoe box.
"Is Eleanor ready?" Harry is back.
"She's in the living-" Harry storms past his mother to find me as she tries to answer him. "Room." She ends her sentence as she looks at me with sad eyes.
I want Harry to respect his mother, to consider her. All what she had been through was for him. If she never had him, would she had done what she did in the past? I have to doubt myself over and over.
"Anne, may I please have a minute with Harry?" I ask.
"Of course love, yeah.. Go ahead." She holds back her tears as she disappears to the kitchen.
"Harry..." I look at him with disappointment.
"What? What the hell is it now? You wanna stay here? You wanna stay with her?" He attacks me with endless questions.
"I-I don't know." Is all I can get myself to say. All that has been said to me tonight is too much. Maybe Harry is right, maybe we should just go.
"Hello? Make up your mind." His tone of voice doesn't seem like he is giving me the choice to stay because of his pushy attitude and the way he basically reacts to everything.
"Yeah, let's go." I say to him. I think that it's enough that he agreed to come here. I won't be that person that makes him do things that he doesn't want. I want him to feel comfortable talking to his mum not treating her like a piece of shit because all he can see in her is the past.
"Okay." He breathes. I can tell that I had relieved him if some kind of way.
"I'll meet you outside."
He walks out and I run towards the kitchen and give Anne a big hug. "Hey, I'll be back to see you.. We will be back to see you." I assure her. She starts tearing up, smiling and nodding all at once. "Don't cry Anne.. " I take her in for another hug as Harry comes back. He stands outside of the kitchen door and says "Goodbye mum." Then walks away with his head down. I smile at Anne and follow him.
It's cold out and I take out my phone to call up Zayn but Harry pushes my arm down. Then points to a white Old fashioned car. "What's that?!" Where the hell would he get a car!?
"My friend Niall let me use it for a week." He walks towards it.
"Niall?" Niall Horan? From the party? Niall york? It can't be. I'm sure there are loads of people with that same name.
"Yeah." He breathes and smoke slowly shoots out of his mouth as if he was smoking a cigarette. It's cold but at the same time I don't mind watching his speak to me.
He opens the door for me as I get in the passenger seat then runs around to the other side to get in the driver's seat. Harry shuts the door and stairs at me.
