Harry's POV

Whoa! She was moving!? To where!? Another city, or country!? WHY DIDN'T SHE TELL ME???

OK, calm down, Harold. What is wrong with you, why are you panicking?

Maybe I should check up on her. She should be back in her room by now.

Then I heard something breaking.

Mackenzie!

I burst out of the door and sprinted down the steps. When I reached the front entrance, I saw Mackenzie on her knees, a vase in her hand. A man stood in the door, telling her to stop whatever she was doing.

Worst part: he reeked of alcohol.

I shrugged it off and went to stop Mackenzie from harming herself. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her attention towards me.

"Mack," I whispered. "Calm down, it's me."

"Harry ..." She mumbled, crying.

God, how could that fucktard cause her to cry? Who was he? Mackenzie dropped the vase, it landed with a crash and pieces scattered everywhere.

Thankfully, I picked her up long before it fell down from her hand.

She crashed into my arms, weeping into my chest.

__ Flashback __

"Are you OK, Mack?" I asked her.

She held onto her knee tightly, the blood dripping.

"It hurts!" she whined.

"That's what you get for running without looking in front of you," I chuckled.

I held onto her tightly, while she whimpered.

"You're allowed to cry, you know?" I assured her.

"I'll only cry, when there's no one watching, and when ..."

"When?" I pressed on.

"When I'm in your arms." she mumbled.

I smiled and hugged her tightly.

"You can cry then, no one is watching, and also, you're in my arms." I smiled.

She nodded against my chest, and the waterworks began.

__ End of flashback __

I smiled and picked her up, bridal style. She was still letting it all out, into my jacket, though. I carried her back to her room, placing her on the bed. Though she still wouldn't remove her head from my chest.

"Love, you should lie down." I reassured her.

She shook her head, her sobs getting louder.

"I'll be in bed right next to you." I added.

Finally, she unclasped her hands from my jacket, and lay down onto her pillow. I left out a sigh of relief, after which I got in bed with her.

Once again, She cries into my chest, soaking my jacket. Not that it mattered, but it was my most favourite one.

What is wrong with you? How can you think of your jacket when Mackenzie is a huge mess!?

"Harry," she gasped.

"What!?"

The way she said my name caused panic to flow through me. She was starting to freak out, as she started pacing her room, mumbling gibberish that I couldn't understand.

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