24/7 [h.s.]

67

The car ride to the airport felt longer than it normally did, and when we got there I got on the plane, sitting by myself.

As the flight droned on I tried to imagine what it would be like to walk through the door of the apartment and not have Harry there.

When the plane landed and we got back in the car, I sat in the back seat with my eyes closed.

I didn't want to go back to the apartment.

Not without Harry.

So when the car stopped and I heard the car door open I grit my teeth and took a deep breath through my nose before opening my eyes to see Sawyer dorm in front of me.

I got out of the car, pretty much ignoring Phil and the other agents with us who were bringing up our belongings.

As we were walking up the stairs my toes stubbed the edge of the stairs and I almost tripped but a hand caught me and I looked over to glare at Phil who had his hand on my arm.

"Don't touch me." I seethed and he backed off fairly quickly.

If it were Harry he would have grabbed on tighter and told me to shut up as he led me up the stairs to make sure I didn't trip again.

When we got to the apartment door, Phil unlocked it and held it open for me.

I hesitantly stepped inside, and already it didn't feel the same.

I walked down the hall to where Harry's room was...had been....and looked inside, and even though it shouldn't, the bare walls and empty room shocked me.

I knew it wasn't going to look like it had, but still, I wasn't expecting- wasn't ready for this.

I then moved from the hall to my room where everything was just as it had been when I left, but there was a white sheet of paper on my bed.

I walked up to it and took it in my hand to find a partially drawn profile of my face, and I knew those sketch marks. Harry had did this.

I smiled and went to hang it on my bulletin board when through the light from my lamp behind the paper, I could see writing.

Turning it over my eyes landed on Harry's neat penmanship. I read the first few lines.

Em,

I think it's fair to say we both thought it wouldn't end like this. However, it did, and we can't change that.

I could already feel my eyes starting to tear up, but I tried to hold myself together as I continued on.

As I read his words my heart broke even more in my chest.

This shouldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening.

But when I got to the end that's when I really began to break down.

Emma, I need you to know that despite what happened to us, I have no regrets. I would do this all over again for you. I don't regret any time we spent together, or the feelings expressed, and I hope you don't either.

I love you, Princess. I always will.

Until we meet again,

Harry

He loved me. Harry loved me, and I didn't understand how my parents couldn't see that.

When I saw my tear drop land on the paper I let myself feel the emotions, crumpling down on the floor of my room.

A sob left me as I leaned against my nightstand, clutching the paper in my hand.

I just wanted him. I just wanted Harry.