Summer to Remember

Chapter Forty Eight

Our movie night consisted of three movies, The Last Song (cheesy, I know), 500 Days of Summer and Crazy, Stupid, Love. It was an unforgettable night, having a food fight and having to take two showers to get the butter out of your hair isn't exactly something that can be forgotten quickly. All I have to say is, it was worth it. The next morning I woke up with my face snuggled in Harry's neck, I'm actually surprised I didn't suffocate the whole night. "Good morning love" Harry's deep voice rang in my ears. Just as I looked up and smiled, my phone went off from across the room. "I'll get it" Harry said as he quickly got up and sprinted across the brightly sunlit room. I quickly got up in a sitting position and rested my head on the headboard, forcing myself to stay awake. 

"Hello?" Harry answered from across the room. "Errr, No, this is Harry. Umm who is this?" he asked curiously. "Oh, Mr. Wilson! I'm sorry, I'm just a friend of Ella's. No sir, yes sir, yes here you go" he said politely before handing me the phone. This is just brilliant, not. Now my dad is going to ask who that was and why he was answering my phone at 8 am in the morning. As I held the phone to my ear, I breathed in preparing myself for the billion questions my dad was about to ask.

"Good morning dad!" I greeted him warmly, even though I knew it wasn't exactly morning in Canada right now. 

"Ella, honey. How are you? Why haven't you been calling?" he asked worriedly. 

"I'm great dad, really. I'm so sorry, I'm just enjoying my time, I completely forgot!" I admitted looking up at Harry and giving him a wink. 

"Look sweetheart, I know you planned your return date as September but there's an emergency and we need you back in a couple days." my dad went on but my mind was clouded. Was he joking me? No way in hell did I ever think about going back home, everyday spent with Harry flew by so quickly I had lost track of time. 

"Dad, are you serious?" I asked my voice slightly trembling. 

"Honey, Delilah's mom isn't feeling too well and we need both you and Delilah here in three days because she's going to have surgery." he explained and I could feel my heart sink. 

"W-w-what? D-d-does Delilah k-know?" I asked holding back my tears. Delilah's mom was like my mom ever since I was in kindergarten, losing her would be like losing my mother for the second time. She was always there for me, like my mother. And after losing my mom, she became an important part of my life. 

"Yes sweetheart, Delilah knows. I called her this morning, your uncle Paul knows as well. Your ticket will be sent to you via email in a couple hours, I need to go to work now honey. Goodbye, I love you. Can't wait to see you!" he said before hanging up. 

I was in complete and utter shock, the tears I had forced to stay back finally began to pour one by one and the phone dropped from my hand. Never did I ever think of saying goodbye to Harry, and not only him but the boys I had grown incredibly fond of. And as if saying goodbye to my boyfriend wasn't going to be enough, back home Delilah's mom was going to have a major like-risking surgery. My life is complete shit. I hate this. Can I please just rewind time back to the moment I saw my uncle Paul at the airport? Or back to the moment when I first met the boys in the front foyer? Or back to the moment when Harry startled me in the balcony back in my uncle's house? Memories flooded back as I began to cry. Harry was in the bathroom and as he got out half naked smiling like a fool, his smile vanished and a worried look was spread across his face. 

"Els, what's wrong love?" he asked worriedly as he rushed over to my side and wiped my tears. I didn't have the strength to look him in the eye and tell him that I was leaving so instead I just looked down at my hands not saying a single word. "Ella, hun... what's wrong?" he asked for the second time and I couldn't bear to see him so worried. 

"I have to go back home" I blurted out, instantly I felt guilty because the sadness in his eyes stabbed my heart. 

"W-what do you mean?" 

"Harry, Delilah's mom is in very bad condition and she's going to have a surgery and both Delilah and I need to go back in two days" I explained to him as I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand. 

"But you're coming back after right?" he asked as if he needed reassurance. 

"I don't know..." I explained before pulling him into a hug and burying my face in his neck. 

That morning wasn't like any of the other mornings we had at the beach house, we were surprisingly very quiet and both of us were staring into the distance as we ate our breakfast. Not losing any more precious time, we went upstairs and packed our belongings before heading onto the highway to go back to my uncle's house. During the way back to London, I texted Delilah and I could tell she was miserable from her short one word replies, so I decided to call her because she was my everything and I needed to be by her side during her time of need. 

"Delilah, I'm so sorry... I don't know what to say!" I said into my phone.

"It's fine Els, are you almost here?" she said, I could tell from her voice that she had been crying. 

"No, we've got an hour left." I said as I looked at Harry and forced a half-hearted smile.

"Okay, I have to go. Bye." she said and I could hear her sniffles from across the line. She was definitely not okay. 

"She's not okay" I said to Harry who looked curious. 

"It's normal, just give her some time" he said reassuring me and smiling my way. I knew he was forcing himself to act fine when in reality this situation had affected him as much as it had affected me. Saying goodbye was not going to be easy. 

An hour later, we pulled up into the driveway of my uncle's familiar mansion I had stayed in a week ago and quickly got out and hauled our luggages in. We set our luggages in the front foyer and made our way inside. I ran into the living room and spotted Delilah seated in the couch staring off into the distance with Zayn by her side. 

"Delilah!" I screamed before running up to her and hugging her for the longest time ever. I held my tears back but Delilah burst out crying. "Shhh, everything's going to be okay, trust me" I assured her as I rubbed her back. After greeting all of the other guys with hugs, I plopped myself onto the couch next to Delilah and rested my head on her shoulder. 

"I'm going to miss it here" Delilah whispered into my ear and I couldn't reply with words because I felt a lump in my throat, I just nodded as I stared off into the distance. Just then the doorbell rang and startled us all. "I'll get it" Niall said as he jumped to his feet and sprinted to the foyer. I could hear him his excited voice faintly as he greeted the person at the door but I was honestly too miserable to get up and see, just like the rest of the boys who had plopped themselves across the room and were in absolute silence. "Missed me?" I heard a familiar voice say from the entrance of the room and as I turned around out of curiosity I saw my uncle Paul standing there at the doorway smiling my way.