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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58. Chapter 057

  //Harry//
My eyes open to an empty bed, no sleeping body beside me, not even a little toddler jumping on my stomach – nothing. A sigh leaves my mouth as I sit up, running a hand through my hair to get it out of my face. I look around the room, still nothing at all.
I breathe out deeply as I realize there’s most likely someone wrong with Emmy – she usually never gets up early, unless I wake her up, and even if she did she wouldn’t leave the room without waking me up. Another reason crossed my mind – the pregnancy. I’m not going to say I completely forgot about our baby, but it didn’t pop out at me until just now. Does that make me a bad father?
A sudden loud noise interrupted my thoughts. I hurried out of the bed, not caring if I was barely clothed. There’s no telling what they was. I run over to the door across the room leading to the other side of the hotel room. I sling it open and my eyes dart to Emmy in the kitchen, her elbows on the counter, her hands covering her face.
“Baby, is everything okay? I.. I heard something.’’ I say as I start the walk over to her. I don’t even get a foot in the distance when I stop, my eyes on the floor. It looked more like a glass than a plate, but I really wasn’t sure. The glass was everywhere, shattered into billions of pieces.
“Da da.’’ I hear that little voice say from the corner of the room, towards the door. I look away from the glass and over to my little angel. She was sitting on the floor on a blanket, surrounded by her toys.
“Emmy.’’ I say, looking back at her after assuring myself Katie was okay – she isn’t pouting and she’s not crying, she’s okay then.
“Just.. stop.’’ She sighs out, dropping her hands from her face. Her eyes meet mine for a split second and the face she gives me isn’t very pleasant at all – it’s like she was disgusted by seeing me standing here.
“What happened?’’ I ask, ignoring her expression.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? I dropped the damn glass.’’ She snaps suddenly, her voice getting louder as she turns her back to me. I roll my eyes and decide it was better to ignore her than to pester her anymore.
Whatever happened to us? I often wonder that. But most of the time I just forget about it, the truth scares me.

//Emmy//
It wasn’t Harry bothering me, nor was it Katie – it’s myself more than anything. My head has been aching for days, my body feels like it’s about to fall apart on the floor. My hands were shaking so bad just moments ago that the glass of water slipped from my hand and shattered on the tiled hotel kitchen floor.
I had plans today to go out for lunch with Nikki and Harry – but honestly I feel like shit and I can’t do this. I can’t keep pretending that I’m fucking okay with this, with having a  new father in my life, plus a sister. I can’t handle this pressure, this constant desire to be the best I can be for to damn people who I don’t even know. I’m sick of impressing people – I try too hard, I do too much. And as a result – my depression kicks back in.
I’m pregnant and I have a small child, in addition to that stress I’m engaged to Harry and the pressure he puts me through, well it’s quite obvious. I didn’t even want to come to Los Angeles. I mean yeah I was happy to meet them, but this isn’t my family, these aren’t the people I know.
“Good morning, baby.’’ Harry’s voice speaks as if it was the first time this morning he had seen me. I guess he just chose to forget about what happened minutes ago between us. I don’t try to be a bitch to him, it just happens and I can’t stop it.
“Good morning.’’ I mumble out as I dump the dustpan full of broken glass pieces into the trash bin.
“Did you sleep well last night?’’ Harry asks me. I turn to the kitchen sink and turn the water on, I just wanted to free my skin of any tiny shards just in case.
“Yeah.’’ I sigh out. I gulp gently to myself as I feel his hands on my waist. Harry’s touch always flutters my heart, but something about this moment only worried me. I don’t even know why..
“Is our little angel treating you well?’’ He asks, his lips against the top of my ear as his hands slide around my waist to rest on my stomach.
“No.. I threw up three times this morning.’’ I admit to him, why would I lie about this serious topic? He wanted to know, so I told him the truth.
“Aww, well I’m sure it’ll get better soon, yeah?’’ Harry insists, his voice full of concern. I just shrug my shoulders to him – I don’t know for sure on that one.
“Are you still going with Nikki today, or have things changed?’’ He asks. All of his questions are getting on my nerves, I’m beginning to think he’s too worried about me.
“No.. I don’t feel good.” I say, turning off the water since I’ve finished.
Harry’s hands drop from my body and he backs off of me, giving me some space to move around. I don’t mind him getting cuddly with me, but he knows I can only handle it for a little bit. I need him to stop invading my bubble so much.    
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