Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.


We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


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57. Chapter 056

 

//Harry//
She looks so happy talking with these two people, way happier than when it’s just me and her. I’ve began to think that maybe she needed this, you know, she needed to meet them in order to get herself completely composed. It’s like the world has shifted in just the hour we’ve been here, it’s like I’m sitting beside a totally different person – a happy person at that. I think it’s quite hard for me to determine if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. I want the best for Emmy, but I also don’t want anything to change us. If I ever lost her, damn – I don’t even dare to imagine where I’d be.
My attention turns back to the conversation held between Emmy and her sister, Nikki. I glance over at Em, she’s just smiling as she listens. Katie was asleep in my arms, her head against my shoulder as she slept peacefully.
“You’re right! That sounds so fun.” Emmy says with a laugh, referring to Nikki’s request of them hanging out tomorrow. I’m sorry but if Emmy thinks I’m staying in the hotel then she’s wrong – I’m going with her, no matter what.
“So, Harry, what kind of business do you run?’’ James’s voice invaded my thoughts and I look at me, he sat across from me at the table, just my luck I guess..
“Um, I have a few. An enterprise. I have a few fashion lines, including interior deigns. I have different stuff.” I inform him of this, I thought he might have knew this? He seemed to me like the kind of person that dug in the dirt so deep, until they found every little piece of information about you.
He basically did that to find his almost twenty year old daughter. Stalker, if you ask me. I’m not sure how I like this man, he just seems odd to me. But whatever, it’s none of my business – this is Emmy’s family and I’ll leave it to her.
 



“She’s been asleep for hours. She’ll probably wake up early in the morning.’’ Emmy says as she lies down on the bed. I sigh as I cross the hotel room again, forgetting to grab my phone from the bathroom when I left from there just minutes ago. I don’t reply to her, I’m too tired to honestly.
“You didn’t say much at dinner, Harry.’’ She reminds me of the obvious thing I know. I sit my phone on the nightstand and look at her, her eyes meeting mine.
“There’s a reason for that, honey.’’ I let out as I sit on the bed, sliding my legs under the cover.
“Oh really? Do tell me, love.’’ She gives me her playful smile as she lies on her side, her elbow holding her up. Those beautiful eyes stare up into mine, it’s hard to look away but I know I need to. I lean my head against the tall headboard and stare at the ceiling. Emmy yawns as her tiredness takes over her – I know the feeling.
“I don’t really like James. He seems.. weird, you know. But Nikki’s cool, she reminds me of you a lot. Just a lot more talkative.’’ I admit to her, knowing not to hide the truth. I might as well be honest with her, it helps our relationship a lot.
“I don’t blame you any, Harry. It’ll take some time to get to know him.” Emmy says, her hand on my thigh as she moves a little closer to me, not too far away anymore.
“Can I ask you something?’’ I sigh out deeply, this might start a battle but I just want to know the truth from her.
“Anything.’’ She mumbles back, her hand covering mine as it lied on the mattress between us. Her fingers glide between mine. Emmy laces her small fingers with mine and squeezes a little.
“Never mind, I don’t want to upset you. Just forget it.’’ I mutter under my breath, this isn’t worth any fighting or screaming, or crying at this point.
“Just ask me, Harry.’’ Emmy groans, annoyed at my behavior. I give her a light nod, not even knowing if she saw me or not but it doesn’t stop me from continuing this conversation on, hopefully it won’t last long.
“Do you think.. you’ll ever love him more than you love.. your da- uh, than you love John.” I ask, sure to correct my mistake quickly. Emmy doesn’t say anything right away like I figured she would. I look down to see her staring at our hands in a tangled mess.
She sticks her tongue out, running it over her bottom lip – she does that when she’s concentrating or thinking about something. I don’t look away from her, I need to make sure she’s okay. Only a few seconds pass before her head turns back towards me and her eyes lock with mine once again. I smile down at her, just enough to give her some encouragement.
“No. James  is my dad, but he hasn’t been my father in.. twenty years. I won’t ever call him Dad.. I can’t find it in my heart to do that. I just..” She cuts herself off, falling onto her back as she closes her eyes, her hand still wrapped up in mine.
“John raised me. And I feel like if James really loved me and tried as hard as he did back then.. then he would have found me sooner. I mean, I don’t doubt him. I believe he loves me. But Harry.. I won’t ever be able to love him as much as I love John and Stephanie. They’re my parents. They always have been.” Emmy explains to me of what went on in her head just then.
I’ll tell anybody this – Emmy is extremely smart, not just book wise but common sense wise. She cares so much about other people, especially her family, and her feelings are hard to understand. But I know right now she’s hurting but she’s okay at the same time. It seems impossible, I know, but no one knows this girl the way I do.
“Blood makes you related.’’ Emmy breathes out, opening her eyes to stare at the ceiling like I had been earlier. Her lips part as if she was about to add something, but nothing comes out.
I release her fingers from my grip and turn my hand over, taking a firm hold of her hand. Her cold palm pressed against mine and I smiled at the feeling, I love this girl with all of my heart.
“Loyalty makes you family.’’
She’s right.    
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