When Mackenzie Aprils moves to Orlando and to an unfamiliar new school Harry Stewart and her become instant friends. The two experience love, lose, temptation and thrill throughout their journey of discovering who they are meant to be.


8. 8

Mackenzie’s POV

After Harry and I spent all of Saturday together, he didn’t show up on Monday for school, when I text him asking if he needed a lift he denied and I thought maybe he was getting his car back from the mechanic, when lunch came and went and he wasn’t in class I was utterly confused, sending him a messages to ask if there was a problem but he never replied.


When I got home from school I parked the car in the garage and went across the street, his mum’s car wasn’t in the drive way but maybe she was at work. I knocked on the door but no one answered, the blinds were closed on the front window which was new and the wooden door was closed, I walked back over to my house and got inside, going to visit my mum. We spoke for hours like we normally do, she was still recovering from the seizure she suffered our second week here. – No one had even told me until I went to see her after my piano lesson – When my violinist teacher arrived at the house I left my mum to go down to the music room, I didn’t voluntarily choose to learn violin or any instrument for that matter but my dad assumes that the more I learn the more success I will have in my future.



When Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday passed and Harry still hadn’t shown up at school or come home I was starting to wonder if something serious had happened, but his mum would have told me, wouldn’t she of. Over the past few days I had thought of hundreds of reasons he would just disappear, most of them consisted of including me. It was my fault, I thought.


When lunch started on Friday morning I entered the lunch room for the first time, looking for Samson, I wanted to know what was going on, I wanted to see if Samson knew anything. “Mackenzie.” I turn when I hear him behind me, “Look at you in the cafeteria with all the lower class people.” When I don’t comeback with my usual witty remark his face drops and he frowns. “If you’re looking for Harry he isn’t here, haven’t spoken to him since Saturday night.” He says with a shrug and I frown.


“Oh.” I look everywhere but at him, who do I go to now.


“What’s wrong?” he asked, all of his usual humor gone.


“I haven’t spoken to him since Saturday either.” I announce, “June and him both haven’t been home since then either.” He just watches me.


“Something may have come up and they may have left town, June has family in California.” He tells me, “They might have needed to go there on the a-sap.” I know he isn’t sure of himself, I have a feeling Harry normally lets him know when his leaving to go there but I guess his trying to stop my worrying and for the first time since I arrived I genuinely like Samson, he isn’t an arsehole when you need him most. I smile at him sincerely and as I’m about to leave he stops me, “Did you want to sit with us?” he asked gesturing to a table with his friends but I decline.


“Thank you but I think I’m just going to go.”



When I get back to the house there’s a rusty old blue Ute in Harry’s drive way, I park the R8 and head over, the door is open slightly and there is music loudly blasting through the house, I know if I knock whoever’s in there won’t hear me so I walk in, I walk through the house and check the rooms as I go along to see if I can find the person and when I get to the last door on the right, Harry’s room, I push the half open door wider and see him sitting on the end of his head, head in his hands, there’s a small open suitcase on his bed, he was packing? Why was he packing, is he going away?


I step in and he noticed me, turning his head up to look at me, they were red and swollen, he had been crying, he looked away, facing the floor as I take a seat beside him at the end of the bed, the music is still loud in the house as I place a hand on his thigh. “Harry.” I say softly placing my forehead on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his arm I look over at him. “Where have you been?” I ask him as softly and nicely as possible as if talking to a scared child, he turns his body, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my chest, so abruptly I almost collapse back on the bed, I wrap my arms around him, holding his vulnerable body to mine, I knew he didn’t want me to see him cry, and I desperately didn’t want him to cry. I stoked his hair, trying to calm him, hushing him quietly. “Harry.” I whisper, “What’s happened?” I ask and eventually he takes a deep breath, pulling away, and looking at me, I hold his face between my hands and stork his cheek with my small thumb.


“My mum has Leukemia Mackenzie.” My breathing stops for a moment and my lips part.


“What?” I shake my head, frowning, not saying anything else, what do you say at a time like this. “Harry.” I say wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him, blindly, with wide eyes I look around the room, “I’m so sorry.” He buried his head in the crook of my neck, wrapping his arms around my middle.


“She starts chemotherapy tomorrow.” He tells me when he pulls away.


“How bad is it?” he shrugs.


“They said there’s a twenty present chance she’ll survive.” The air leaves my body.


“Is she at a privet hospital?”


“We can’t afford it.” I look at him knowing he will refuse the offer I am going to give him.


“Then let me pay.” He watches me, “I can get her the best doctors, and I can get her the best of whatever she needs.” He shakes his head.


“I can’t let you do that, Mackenzie.” I watch him, “It isn’t for you to be concerned about.”


“But it is, Harry. If she is in a better hospital she will get better treatment, and if she gets better treatment she has a bigger chance of surviving.” He shakes his head at me, “Harry, if your mum doesn’t survive, she isn’t the only thing we all lose, we’ll lose you too and I don’t want to lose you Harry.” I swallow the uncertain feeling in my stomach and say, “Harry. I love you.” My body feels hot, the words I have been thinking about for weeks are finally out, and I know I have only known him a short time but I don’t know how else I am supposed to tell him how much I really need him, because I do, I need him like my body needs oxygen.


“Mackenzie.” He says and grips my hands bringing them to his lips he places a soft kiss to them both, “I love you too and that’s why I can’t have you do this.” I watch him, my eyes watching his, his thumbs running over the backs of my hands.


“Harry, I have more money than anyone will ever need in their life, you can’t afford it, and after the treatment, you are going to be so deep in debt you will never get out.” He swallows, “Let me do this, Harry. Please.”


“It’s your dads money, Mackenzie, if he sees that all this money is missing he will find out about us and he will move you.” I shake my head, looking down at out connected hands.


“Years ago he put only god knows how much money in three differed accounts, all in my name, I don’t need it, and I don’t want it, so let me use it for your mum, Harry. I know it is hard for you to take money that doesn’t belong to you but if you don’t, and something happens and I lose you I don’t know what I would do.” I don’t registered the tears falling from my eyes until Harry wipes them away.

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