The Only Hope For Me Is You

"You're my only hope. I wouldn't be here, if it weren't for you. Don't ever leave me."


17. Chapter 16

Harry's POV:


"Harry? Honey, wake up please."


"Mom?" I croaked.


"Oh hon, how are you feeling?" She asked in a sugary tone.


"Bit dizzy, but fine. Where's Alexis?" I asked.


"I sent her home, she didn't look so good. Poor girl, she was here for quiet some time... oh! Sc - "


In came the doctor interrupting whatever my mom was to say. He greeted my mom and I in a court nod, could I leave already?


"How are you, Harry?" He asked, his deep voice surprising me.


"I feel fine." I answered, which was half true, half a lie.


"Well, good news is you will be able to leave today but with one condition..." he said before pausing. "I have discussed with your parents and we think it's best if you seek help."


I gulped. I didn't need help. Especially from someone who only sees me as another project. No. I don't need their help.

"Um, Mr. Jynns may I be left alone with my son please?" My mother asked in a hushed tone.


Mr. Jynns obliged with a smile, leaving the room. Finally. I don't want to go through therapy.


"Harry." My mom said softly.


I didn't look at her, I couldn't. How can she agree with the doctor? Mr. Jynns said that he discussed it with my parents which meant she also wanted me to go through stupid therapy.


"Harry," she said sternly this time, "look at me."


I sighed and looked at her but not entirely. "Yes."


"This is for your own good. I want you to be happy, son. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, even if some times it doesn't look like it, but you are, believe me you are. As a mother, all I want is for my son to be happy, to smile and live. Is that so much to ask for?"




"I prefer staying here than to 'seek help.'"


"I'm sorry Harry, but you are going to therapy. Whether you like it or not, you are going." She spoke with no emotion hanging in her voice. She got up and picked her stuff up ready to leave.


I shook my head in a childlike manner. I couldn't go. They don't look at it as helping someone, all they want is the money. They simply just ask you whats wrong with you, write on their stupid notepad and prescribe you medication. If it's anything like that, I might as well just write in a journal.


"Mom, wait."




"Please don't make me go there mom, please." I pleaded. "Anything but that."


Within a second, my mothers eyes were glossed. "Oh Harry," she wept.


This time I was also crying, I didn't want to go there. "Mom, please."


My mother hugged me as she sobbed into my neck. "You need it Harry."


I pulled away. "No, I don't. Why don't we do something different?"


She sniffed as she wiped her tears away. "Like what?"


"A journal." I said.


"A journal?" She repeated confused.


"Yes. I will write down everything I'm feeling. Instead of hur-hurting myself, I - I could just write down what I'm feeling, everything I want to say. Just please, no therapy." I begged with hopeful eyes.


She sighed. I kept my smile to myself knowing she was giving in.


"Fine. Just promise me you'll stop."


"It isn't easy." I responded  a bit harshly, but immediately regretted it. "But I will try."


She smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Thank you."


Sure, I'll do it. But would it stop me any sooner? I doubt it, but I don't want to let my mom down. She cares too much, I can't let her down like this. I'm sorry.




He wasn't home.


I had asked mom where he was but she didn't respond. Sensing her discomfort, I let it go and didn't say anything else.

Mom didn't want me all day in my room so I was in the living room watching whatever was on the TV. The house was pretty quiet without him here and I honestly enjoyed it. That was until there was a knock at the door. My mom went to go open it, revealing the short blonde who claimed to be my friend.


"I'll be upstairs if you need anything." My mom said before making her way upstairs.


"Harry... I - look I'm dumb. I just felt so bad, I was stressed. I, I wasn't thinking. I was stupid. I'm - I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for what I said to you. It was wrong of me. None of it is true. I know you don't do this for attention, it isn't your fault. I'm sorry, I just don't want to lose you."


I finally looked up at her, her blue eyes sad with bags under them. I couldn't stay mad at her. I knew she didn't mean any of those things she said. She truly cared about me.


"Alexis, it's fine. I know you didn't mean it. Now come sit with me."


A huge smile formed on her lips before happily taking her seat. I could truthfully say that Alexis was an honest person and I could see us being friends.


What about Scarlett?




With all this, I have forgotten about the beautiful brunette. But, did she even care? She didn't go to see me. Then again, no one probably told her so it wasn't her fault. But at the same time I was the one to tell her that I didn't want to talk to her. I was the one to push her away. Sure, I may be becoming friends with Alexis but I feel as if maybe I'm using her as a replacement. She's filling up the spot that was supposed to be for Scarlett, but it was ruined. I never meant to 'make her remember.' Why couldn't Calum seem to understand that? I meant no harm. If anything she made herself remember, right? Why do I always have to take the blame for things?


"Hey, are you ok?"


"Huh? Oh, um, yeah I'm fine."


I debated on asking her about Scarlett or just keeping quiet. She could get suspicious.


"Hey, Alexis?" I finally asked.


"Yeah?" She asked, her attention mostly focused on the TV.


"Did, um, did Scarlet show up or asked about me?" I  muttered.


"What?" Alexis asked, fully looking at me. "Speak louder Henry."


Rolling my eyes, I repeated, "did Scarlett show up or ask about me?"


If it weren't for the darkness, I would've thought that Alexis became tense at the mention of Scarlett.


"No. No she didn't." She finally answered, "I'm sorry."


I grumbled slightly embarrassed as to asking that question. "It's whatever."


"Harry?" Alexis asked after a while.




"Do - Do you like Scarlett?"


"No." I quickly said.


"The why do you ask of her?"


"I - I thought that maybe we could've been friends, but I see not."


Alexis sighed and nodded, "right. Anyways I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, bye Harry."


She quickly rushed out of the house. What was with her?


"Harry, honey It's getting late go get some rest." My moms voice echoing from upstairs.


I couldn't be any happier to do what my mom was asking for. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day. Or not.



Hey guys! I'm so happy because now I will have a chance to update more, including putting up a new story! I'm finally on summer break so I have more time on my hands. Thank you for reading, it means a lot to me :)  Hopefully I get a bunch of chapters done during my break.







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