"If we have a clue or something, we'll call you right away. Don't worry! Just don't go in adventures." The police officer says as he escorted us out of the police station.

I feel like 100 pounds lifted out of my chest just by telling what was going on to the police.

I know I should've done this as soon as this all started but I thought that it was just a momentary thing. I was so wrong.

The ride back home with Harry is strangely quiet and he looks kinda of off. But I get the vibe that talking to him right now isn't the wisest choice, so I stay silent as I, literally, stare at him. At his eyes, his hair, his lips, his tattoos. Everything about him is so hypnotizing.

"What's this?" Harry asks as we walk to the entrance of our house and there's a basket with "Get well soon" balloons attached to it.

I shrug my shoulders and he bends over picking up the envelope. I look at him and his facial expression changes within seconds. He sights deeply and that's when I know it's from her. I take the paper out of his hand and read it.

"I never planned on killing you; it was just supposed to scare you. Opps! By the way, bad move on going to the police, bitch! You just got me madder.

Next time you go there, tell them that my name is ZET!

Anyway, get better soon darling. You'll need all your strength.

-ZET"

"Fuck you!" I scream as I kick the basket and pop the balloons with my nails.

I enter the house and fall on my knees as tears come again.

Can I catch a break? Please?

I'm tired of everything. School, work and this bitch!

I feel Harry's hand on my back and I shake it lifting my body up. I look at Harry and his face is confused.

I'm confused too, Harry. You're not the only one.

"How you feeling?" he asks when my tears stop. I'm so weak, always crying. God, stop being so weak Jade!

I kind of ignore his question and walk to the bathroom taking a tissue and clean my nose, that it's worst than before, because of all the crying.

I watch my reflection in the mirror and Harry's body appears behind me.

"With everything is going on, I started thinking about my past and all the terrible things I've done and about my future." I say and he furrows his eyebrows because he didn't understand where I was going with this. "And I keep on feeling this huge amount of guilt, even though I know it can't solve the past. And then I feel this enormous amount of anxiety and worry, even though I know it can't change the future. Towards my past and future I know how to feel, but when it comes to this, all of this, I don't know what to feel. I don't know what I'm feeling!" I blur out kind of responding to his previous question.

"When my mom died, I felt the same way. I regretted how I treated her in my wild teenage years, I felt so guilty that I ever spoke to her like that. And when I thought about my future without her, I couldn't imagine, I didn't knew how it was even possible a future without her and all I could feel was anxiety and worry. But when it came to know how I felt in the moment, I never did. It's okay though, because all those feelings you can't explain one day were anxiety and one day they'll be guilt." Harry speaks and I turn around seeing his red eyes.

"Tell me about it..." I say referring to his mom and the accident.

"As you might've heard, my dad is a millionaire, making me also a millionaire..." He starts, sitting on the bathroom floor.

This is what I wanted, him opening up about his past. I know all about his friends back in London and all his trips, but he never spoke about family.

"He has 43 bakeries spread all around UK and Ireland, so a few months ago, he decided to stop making more shops and come back home managing them from here. They bought this house, everything was prepared..." Harry continues and I sit beside him, feeling the cold floor hitting my skin. "But on the day we were suppose to come home, he couldn't, he had a meeting... And my mom being my mom..." he says chuckling a little and I smile with him "She said that it didn't stopped us from coming though, so me and her came all the way from London to here in a car..." He stops and I hold his hand encouraging him to continue.

"I can't give many details, 'cause I fell asleep and woke up and the car was already all wrecked... and she was gone... All I know is that I miss her a lot. Especially right now." he finishes and tears stroll down his face.

"Why now?" I ask him and he cleans the tears from his face.

"Because we're in December, here in a few weeks it's Christmas. It's her favorite holiday of the year. Or it was."

"We don't need to celebrate Christmas..." I say honestly. We really don't.

"I have to, in her memory..." He speaks finally looking at me.

"How about your dad?" I ask and he laughs.

"Well, he's in London. Probably still trying to get over her death."

"Why isn't he here?" I ask even tough I feel like I already know the answer.

"Because he says that it reminds him to much about her..."

"Why aren't you in London?"

"Because my mom always loved this place and now I know why..." he says and I blush. "So my dad said as long as I had good grades and worked for him, I could live here."

"You should invite your dad for Christmas." I propose and he twists his neck in annoyance.

"Yeah, I should..." he responds cracking his knuckles. I kiss him sweetly and lean closer letting him rest his arm on my shoulders.

"We'll be alright though..." I say referring to everything. We will be alright one day. It can't be all bad, one day we won't be so miserable.

(If you recognized Jade's last line, you're my kind of people!

Sorry that it's short but I felt like this story needs a chapter explaining a tiny bit of Harry's past and stuff like that, and I feel like it would be kind off if I continued this chapter with crazy/creepy stuff.

About the timing, I know we are currently in August but due to the story's timing and to not be one of those fan fiction that ignore how long has been and stuff like that, I had to make this happen in December.

It will be so weird writing about Christmas as I literally am dying due to the how hot this summer is.

Anyway, vote &comment if you liked. See you next time.)