Gotta move on

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Harry's POV

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I'm taking Maggie out today just the two of us. I've missed spending time with just her. I only have two things I need to accomplish today. Abby wants me to explain homosexuality with her because of her dance, but I also have to talk about a sensitive topic one that I don't think I can talk about with her. After all that is done we have the rest of the day to do what we want.

I headed into my room to wake her up. She was laying across the bed her hair in her face and light snores coming out of her tiny mouth. Her little shirt was raised above her belly button and her tiny hands gripped tightly to a well loved blanket, that blanket used to be mine. One time I caught her spraying my ax on it. She said she liked to do that while I was leaving for tour so it would smell like me when she slept. I thought that was adorable, heck I think everything she does is adorable. She's my little sister. My everything.

I sat down on the bed and brushed some hair out of her face. She didn't even move. I picked her up gently placing her on my lap. She cuddled in tight to me. "Maggie" I whispered no response. "You ready for our date?" She cuddled in more. I kissed her forehead and stood up. With her still in my arms I went to the closet I grabbed her a towel. Then I went to her closet. I grabbed red skinny jeans white flats a white fitted shirt. I balanced all that in my left hand with her still cuddled up to me in my right hand.

I placed the cloths on the counter I the bathroom and walked back into her room. I sat down on the bed and shook her awake. It took her a minute or two before her eyes opened. She smiled up at me. I kissed her nose, and she giggled in response.

"Goodmorning beautiful." I said

"Morning." She replied. I set her down on her bed.

"Go take a shower everything's in there I will go make breakfast." She nodded her head and walked towards the bathroom. I went to the kitchen getting all my ingredients out. I heard the shower turned on and smiled excited for our date later. Maggie and I have been calling all our special days dates. It started when she was two. She had heard me talking about my date with my girlfriend and so she asked me when we could go on a date. So ever since then whenever we went out just the two of us we called it a date. We try to go out at least three times a year.

Maggie walked in quietly and hugged me. I hugged back and smiled down at her she sat at the counter looking at the pancakes I made with eager eyes. Some people make normal pancakes, however, Maggie and I like to make the letters of our names. So I would make mini pancakes in the shape of M, A, G, G, I, E, H, A, R, R, Y. Then Maggie would put the letters to make our names on each plate. So one plate spells Maggie the other spells harry. I eat the maggie pancakes and she eats the harry pancakes. It's been a tradition, and when Gemma and mum are there they join too.

After eating quickly, I throw on my jacket and grab my wallet and keys. I grab Maggie's jacket and help her put it on. I mentally go through my checklist. I open the door to the backseat for Maggie and I hop in the drivers side.

When we got to our first stop I hoped out and opened the door for Maggie. We walked into Applebee's and were seated in a large booth in the back. We looked at our menus quietly and when the waitress came I ordered a coke for me and a Shirley temple for Maggie. The waitress nodded and left the table.

"Is everything okay Maggie?" I asked. She seemed extra quiet today.

"Yea just thinking." She replied. That's really odd for her.

"So baby do you know what your dance with Brooke is about?" She shook her head no so I took that as keep going.

"It's when two girls like each other as more then friends. It's called homosexuality. It is completely normal for that to happen. The important thing is to accept someone for who they are and not judge them on who they love, you can't help who you fall in love with." She nodded her head. I could tell she understood. But she is still being really quiet.

When our drinks came we ordered onion rings and chicken fingers to share seeing as we were still going to get dessert. We finished eating in silence and then I payed we left the restaurant and hopped in the car to our next destination.

When we got to the park we grabbed a large chocolate milkshake to share and headed to the creak we sat with our legs dangling off the bridge.

I always let Maggie drink what she wants first so I sat and listened to her sip on the milkshake. "Are you okay your really quiet." I asked. It stayed silent for what felt like hours but I know not to pester Maggie so I sat and listened to the birds. Suddenly a voice cut through all the silence.

"I'm scared." It's as week and felt far away but I know it was Maggie. I picked her up and placed her on my lap.

"I'm scared I'm going to get hurt again I'm scared for when you leave for tour I'm scared that when your gone I won't be protected anymore. But most importantly I'm scared that I won't make it."

This all hit me like a ton of bricks. "I won't let anything happen to you. And I won't leave you. Ill always be with you. You can come on tour with me. I promise it will be great." She nodded slightly and then I remembered I forgot a part.

"You will make it I promise nothing will touch you." She shook her head lightly and stood up she grabbed my hand and "helped" me up I did most of the work we walked silently to our car with the sun setting behind us. When we got in it was silent when I rode down she looked like she was falling asleep. Before she was completely asleep I heard her whisper.

"I'm not scared of trying to make it against the people who tried to hurt me. I'm scared about staying alive, I have to fight myself. And I seem to be loosing." And with that she fell asleep.

The rest of the car ride I tried to imagine what she was talking about. I opened the door and carried her out of the car and up to my bed. I undressed her and put on her pajamas. I layed her down gently into bed. I got changed then hopped into bed. I grabbed the blanket and cuddled her close to me. Still thinking of what she meant. Then it hit me.

She doesn't wanna live anymore... Suicide....

A/N it started happy then ended depressed I'm sorry!!!!!!! I hope you liked it though 10 comments before the next update!!!!!

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