Far From My Home [COMPLETE]

Chapter 4: Someone You Loved

Y/N's POV

Sobs escaped my mouth faster than I could stop them as I watched Peter swing away.

He doesn't love me, so why do I still love him?

I just need to get off the stupid roof and do something. Anything that will get my mind off of him. He's not worth the head space. He's not worth the tears.

But he is.

I walk down the horrible fire escape, which seems a lot steeper than I remember it being on the way up. About halfway down, I roll my ankle and slam into the brick wall of the building, tearing my dress. I sit down, taking off those stupid shoes and rubbing my swollen, blistered feet. I bite back the new tears forming behind my eyes, pick myself up and limp down the remainder of the stairs.

I reenter the almost completely abandoned auditorium; everyone had left and it was just the cleaning crew now. I got a few strange glances from the workers, making me even more self-conscious about my dreadful appearance. But still, I pushed on. I stand tall and grab my purse from backstage and waste no time in walking out of that building to avoid the unwanted attention. Well, I limped, but still. I limped with dignity, if there is such a thing.

As soon as the doors shut behind me, I pull out my phone. There was no way I was walking home in this state. There was also no way I was gonna let either my dad or my brother see me like this. Without really thinking it through, I dial up Harry, who, thank God, answers almost immediately.

"Hey Lost Girl, what's up?"

"Harry, I need you," I gulp. I was on the verge of yet another breakdown. The last time I cried this much was...

I don't need to think about that right now.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" His voice loses it's care-free tone and adopts a newly concerned edge.

"I just need you to come get me," my dry voice echoes through the receiver and I let out a shaky breath.

"I'm coming, N/N, don't worry. Where are you?"

"I'm outside the auditorium, on the corner of 57th and 99th," (this is kind of in the general area, it's a real place, but I have never been there, I just chose something random. There's probably not an auditorium there or anything, I just made it up, 'cuz I'm lazy :)) I regain some of my wits and tell him the address, already hearing his car door slam.

"I'm on my way now, hang in there okay?"

"Okay," I mumble into the phone, knowing that a new wave is coming any moment now.

"Do you want me to stay on the phone?"

"Yes please." Just hearing his voice is calming me down.

"Okay, I'm about ten minutes out, you think you can make it? I can call Peter to wait with you," he starts.

"No, no I'm fine. I'm okay."

"Are you sure? I don't think he'll mind," I hear a subtle change in his voice- I think he's starting to figure it out.

"Harry, drop it," my voice breaks and my tone turns unintentionally cold. I can feel the wave approaching.

"Alright, I'll be there soon, N/N," the gentleness in his voice brings my breathing back down from the borderline hyperventilation it was at.

"Thanks."

"I'm gonna hang up now, will you be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just hurry."

"Two blocks out, hang in there, Lost Girl."

~Time Skip~

A few minutes later, I see a black Porsche round the street corner, and it feels like a weight was just lifted off my chest.