My Everything //h.s//

Chapter 3

Harry P.O.V.

"I'm moving..." Her small voice said. Her words started to tear me apart.

"What?" I looked at her with my lips parted lightly.

Never in all of my life did I see this coming, manly because I never wanted too. She couldn't leave. Not now. I've only known her for three years, it's to short of a time. I can't give up my best friend.

She looked down at her hands, then over at the window of my small home. The walls were painted a light blue and the carpet was a darkish white. She had on a pair of skinny jeans and a ratty Beatles tee. Her old sneakers played with the carpet softly, brushing the fabrics around like dust.

"I leave tomorrow..."

"What?" And she's just now telling me.

"I'm sorry," She paused, looking at her fingers as they fiddled with the thin fabric of her shirt. The room was silent for those few seconds, I could only hear the pieces of my heart falling to the floor. "I didn't know how to tell you. I just..." She paused again. "I just care so much for you and your my best friend and-"

"I can"t be best friends with a liar."

"Excuse me, sir?"

I let out a small groan, slapping away the hand that lay on my shoulder.

"Sir please wake up!"

I open my eyes ever so slightly to see a small women. Her face was very thin and frail. Freckles scattered across her cheeks, bridging across her pointy nose. Her eyes scanned be with concern and erg. I looked around. Everyone from the plane was gone. I was alone.

"Oh," I say slowly standing up and stretching out my body until I hear a good crack from my spine. "Thank you, ma'am."

She simply nods, walking off to another aisle, probably to see if anyone else had fallen asleep like I had.

I sigh, grabbing my bags, I walk off the plane and onto the tunnel. Once I get out of the tunnel, I go to get my other bags, but by the time I arrive there, some one else has them.

"MUM!" I yell, smiling huge, running into her warm embrace. There is nothing I missed more than her hugs. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Harry." She slowly let me go, smiling. It was spread across her face widely. Her face was beautiful as always. Her had a tad of makeup on her face, which I liked. It was a good look on her. Her sweater wrapped around her body tightly and a scarf draped around her neck. Her short brown hair was pulled into a pony tail in the middle-back of her head. You could tell she had rushed to get here.

"You ready?"

I felt a smile spread across my lips. Nodding, we walk to the car, with all my bags.

Once we get in the car, we start in a riveting conversation about all the things that had happened since my last visit from. I tell her more about the boys, she smiles big when I mention Niall. She loves him. Ever since she met the little guy, she's loved him. She loved his cute little face, his irish accent and the fact he will everything she cooks. I was actually a little jealous, but I just brush it off. She will always me more. Right?

We pull into the drive way, Mum gets out helps me with my bags. She walks to the door while I just stare at the small building that held every ounce of my past. Every memory happened at this house. From first steps to first words, to first solid poop. First birthdays, to first hit of purberty. The place held happy, sad, bad, and good moments in it's brick walls.