Don't Forget Her
Chapter Four
Emma's POV
I sat on the bench, not knowing WHAT to do, or where to go. I could always go home, but then I'd have all of the stress from everything thats at home that had belonged to Harry. I got up and decided to just go home, because my family would be worried. I arrived at the door. "Hello, Emma!" I just replied my burying in my mothers chest crying. She shut the door and held me. "What's wrong sweetie?" She asked, I told her everything. I had to. She pet my head. "Aw baby..." She didn't know how to handle the situation, just like me. My father walked down the stairs, with boxes. "W-What's going on?" I asked, feeling like I swallowed a brick, and it was sinking to the bottom of my stomach. "Honey... Your father and I... We're... We're getting a divorce," A huge lump was stuck in my throat. No... This couldn't be happening... I began to ball my eyes out, and run to my room. I walked in, buried my face into my pillow, and screamed on the top of my lungs. The words I had said to Harry two months ago replayed in my head. 'Goodbye forever..." It couldn't be gone forever. I remember telling Harry about when my father and my mother were fighting, and my father slapping me. I was crying, and my cheek was still red because I had just came from my house. I felt my cheek, it was a habit, there was nothing there, but when it had happened, it hurt so much. I grabbed my phone and slowly dialed Harry's number, when I got to the last digit, I wasn't sure if I wanted to call him, but I pressed the little green button. "Hello?" A familiar voice answered. "Hello?" I said. "E-Emma?" He whispered. "Hi Harry.." I replied. "I missed you." He choked out. I could tell he was crying. "I miss you too..." I said. I soon let it out. "There getting a divorce." I blurted out. "What? Who?" He asked. "My parents." "Emma... I'm so sorry," I didn't reply. What could I say anyways? "Simon said hello." He managed a laugh, to break the silence. I laughed, "How's the X-Factor?" I asked "Okay.." He said, "It would be better if you were here to cheer me on." He whispered. "I might not be there, but I am cheering you on." I smiled. I could tell he was smiling on the other end. "Have you been watching?" He asked. "Not really.... No" I laughed. He laughed too. "I got kicked off... I'm um.. Packing now." He said, I could tell he was crying. "Oh Harry!" I said. I jumped into my car, with my money. I had told my mother where I was going and she said it was fine, but to tell Harry she said hello. I arrived at the airport and took out my money. I paid, got my ticket, and boarded the plane.
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It took no time at all to arrive. I ran in, with my pass that Harry sent me over the mail to get in, and ran into his room. I knocked on the door. "Hello?" He said while opening the door. I jumped into his arms crying. He started crying too. "I'm so sorry Harry, I love you."