The boy next door - h.s.

F I V E

Tears and broken hearts.

Words: 4,503

Elena's POV

Slight Trigger Warning in this chapter.

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It's been a week, one week since Harry has not left his room. One week since his Desmond, his father died. It pained me to have seen him in that state of complete sadness. I'd go at least once a day to go comfort him and stay there until he fell asleep. His fathers death affected me but it obviously affected him more only because it's his father and not mine.

Sometimes when he really was upset he would close his curtains and lock his window, his door was already always locked. But the window being locked surprised me most. Desmond, Harry's father was like my father figure in life. It was kinda rare to see him becuase he worked a lot. So Harry hasn't seen him in a few days before the accident.
Looking at myself in the floor mirror flattening out the little black dress I had just put on moments ago, along with my makeup. I didn't ever really imagine myself, dressed in all black. At least not so soon, my mother had told me he died in a plane crash on the way back here.

I was always so terrified to go on planes, imagining the engine would malfunction or a plane would just run out of gas out of thin air. Desmond would always calm me down whenever we would go some where that included having to be on a plane, Harry next to me holding my hand for comfort and support.

"Honey we have to go." My mother says, her expression changed into worry. I hadn't realized I was crying until my mother came up to me and wiped the tears away.

"It's gonna be okay." She says pulling me in her embrace, "I don't think you should me telling me that, I think Harry should be the one your saying this too."

"Anne told me Harry doesn't wanna go to Desmond's funeral." She says, I frown. Harry should go to his funeral, to at least say a goodbye.

"Does she want me-"
"She does, She wants Harry to be there. Please go and try to talk to him." She says, "Careful with your step in the dress."

Yeah it might be just a dress but to my family and Harry's it was a special dress. Desmond had given me this dress for my 16th birthday. He knew I loved to wear dresses, especially in the summer. So he got me a little black dress, the straps on the side.
"I'll be careful with it." I say, stepping out the window carefully walking towards his window, only walking up to a locked window. I sighed, "Harry please open up." I said leaning my forehead against the window.

There was nothing, only faint sounds of sniffles.
"Please, I wanna be here for you. Just like you were there for me when I would miss my father. I don't like seeing you like this, all broken. I want you to talk to me, that's what I'm here for. I'm here for you, whenever you wanna cry, I'll cry with you. If you wanna punch shit, I'll punch shit with you. Just please let me be there for you." A tear fell down and landed on the branch.

I hear the curtains open and I looked at the window, Harry stood there eyes all red and puffy. Cheeks stained with his own tears. He opened the window and I went inside his bedroom. We stood there for a second before he hugged me tightly, sobbing onto my shoulder, choking on them too.

"Shh, let it out; I know how you're feeling Harry. Sure I don't know or remember my father, but.. I remember what I felt when he was gone. I remember every pain and tear. It's hard, I know. But you still have your mother." I rubbed his back with comfort, and care, "I'm not gonna tell you to stop crying and suck it up, no. I'm gonna let you cry so you can get all of your emotions out of you so you won't cry or hurt as much in the future. I'm gonna be here for you just like all the other times you were there for me. I love you Harry."