Okay, I breath staring at Emma who can't keep her eyes on me. This is the day, I spent yesterday out all night while she finished up a few exams that she missed the last few weeks. I didn't get time to finish my packing but the only thing I have left is my drawers and the few bathroom things floating around.
"So, when are you leaving?" She says in barley a whisper.
"In an hour."
"Wow." She groans. I don't feel as bad as I did yesterday, I really don't. The only thing that's running through my mind is the awful long ride across the world. Louis has the tickets, he's packed, I don't need to worry about my car because I'm giving it to Emma. That's one thing I forgot. I lean down, opening the pocket of my purse and take out the keys, her little charm still dangling from the chain.
"I wan't you to have my car."
"Seriously." I nod. She is the only person I trust with it and I wouldn't even dream of selling it to her. That's what makes it real, the fact that I'm handing over my keys to her, I won't be needing it anymore and even though I try to keep this meeting unemotional I break down.
"I miss you already. Don't get into trouble." She shakes her head finally finding my eyes.
"I always find trouble." She pulls me into her chest and we hug for what seems like eternity but I don't mind.
Louis should be here any minute so I should finish. The bathroom clears out in less than I thought and finally I start to empty my dresser starting from the top and working my way down. As I lift a shirt from it's place a little blue box falls to the floor, rolling under my bed. I reach under pricking myself on the sharp side. I suck down on my thumb opening the top to a note.
Norie, Merry Christmas. I know the last thing you want is for my to be here but the last thing I want to do is be stuck in England when I know that there is a possibility that I could see you again. See the girl that changed my life. You may be mad for the time being but know that I love and anything that happens past this point is only my way of trying to let you know that I need you more than I needed to separate myself from you and go to England. Please understand that I love you more than anything.
Under the white piece of paper is a clock a little silver pocket watch. Something caught my eye. At the bottom of the watch, engraved in a light script is: For the time I wasted and for the time I hope to get back.
It takes me a while to notice Harry's name at the bottom and for a moment a deep wave of anxiety washes over me that is shortly replaced by rage and I throw the clock across the room, it smashes against the wall along with the box and I sob.
I sob for all the things that have went wrong, for the way he left me, for the way I still love him and will always love him, for the way I need him now even when I want to be done with him.
Emma strides over to me dropping beside me.
"Are you okay?"
"No." I say slamming into the bathroom. "Nothings okay!" Everything is wrong. Now isn't the time for this gift to come popping up, I have to leave in less than an hour and none of this changes my decision but it puts my head in a place where it just doesn't need to be.
I wait, I wait, I wait. Louis should be here in a few minutes to tell me what the board decided, yes I know they've told me a thousand times that she cna't come back but I'm not taking that shit, he can talk to them I mean he's his fucking father. There has to be something!
My door opens and the sound of Louis' toms hitting my hard wood floors sends my reeling toward the door.
"So...? What did they say?" He shakes his head and directs me.
"Harry there's something we need to talk about. I don't want to have you go through all this trouble and then be let down in the end."
"What do you mean."
"Just sit down."
"No, fucking tell me now." he breaths and leans against the couch staring up at me.
"She's leaving with me." Wait, he's not serious.
"She's coming to England with me."
"Harry-" Before he can finish his sentence I find my fist colliding repeatedly with the white plaster walls again and again until the rubble starts to pile up at my feet.
"Harry!" He thunders.
"How could you drag me along like that? What the hell is your problem! I exhausted myself for days trying to get her back in school and all for what?" I grab the coffee table throwing that across the room.
"You're-fuck you." I grab my keys with only one place to go. I think about cutting his fucking tires so that he cna't follow me but I'm loosing time. I'm loosing so much fucking time. I drive faster than I've driven in my entire life, this whole week blowing up in my fucking face, everything. I spent every exhausting hour trying t get back into that stupid school and she fucking pays me by leaving with him!
I turn the last medium to get to her dorm but the silver car is already gunning down the street full speed.
*Authors note- Guys this story is officlaly over. I'm sorry if there's still a lot you want answered If i get good feedback I will do a second book. Thank you all for joining me on this journey love you all. Mwah!*