HARRY’S POINT OF VIEW:
                          
I was such an idiot. I let her go away for four months without telling her how I felt. And who knows what could’ve happened in those four months. I wanted to call her so badly. To hear her voice and just let her know what’s been on my mind. But the doctor asked us not to. Asked us to leave her alone for the short amount of time she was there. If only he understood how hard that was for me.
                          
We were all sat in the theater watching a movie that I didn’t understand and quite frankly wasn’t paying any attention to. It’s been so quiet without her around. Everyone seems to be in a bad mood especially Louis. Besides me he seems to be taking it the hardest and I don’t blame him, they are cousins. And he is so protective her.
                          
I was woken from my thoughts by a vibration, I sat up and found that I was sitting on Louis’ phone.
                          
“Louis your phone is ring—.” I stopped as I saw the picture on the screen. It was Amber.
                          
Louis noticed my look, “Who is it Harry?” he got up quickly and grabbed the phone form my hands. As soon as he saw the name he answered it and walked out of the room. I tried to follow him, but Liam stopped me.
                          
“Give him some time,” he said. “I’m sure she’ll want to talk to you as well.”
                          
It felt like hours waiting for Louis to come back in but finally he did and it didn’t look good. His eyes were puffy and red, like he had been crying, which he rarely does.
                          
“What’s the matter Lou?” asked Zayn standing up from his seat.
                          
“She’s not coming back,” he replied breathlessly
                          
“What?” Niall asked as shocked as the rest of us.
                          
“She said she wants to stay with her uncle, she didn’t say why. But she said she’s not coming back,” tears began to form in his eyes.
                          
Then something inside me snapped. My heart felt like it had been torn in two. I screamed flipping over the nearby couch and stormed out of the room.
                          
How could she do this to us? To me? I wasn’t giving up on her that was for certain. She thinks she can get away so easily? I’m gonna show her she’s wrong.
                          
AMBER’S POINT OF VIEW:
                          
I hung up the phone as the tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t stand the hurt in Louis’ voice, but I was doing the right thing wasn’t I? They needed to be happy and I knew they wouldn’t be with me there. They had been doing just fine without me, they won’t notice I’m even gone. So why is there a tugging feeling inside me to pick up the phone and call him back? I tried to suppress the urge knowing it would only be the selfish thing to do.
                          
But shouldn’t I do something for myself. I was having the best time of my life with them and I just gave that all away. I did it for them, so that’s all that matters. I had ended up in the corner of my bedroom, huddled in a ball as my mind battled through my choices. I hiccupped as I tried to calm myself down, but no matter what I couldn’t. Sobs racked my chest as I let out shaky breaths.
                          
Eventually I picked myself up and dragged myself over to my bed and got under the covers. It was the first time I had cried myself to sleep since I first arrived in London.
                          
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I screamed for help as I woke up in my bed dripping with sweat. My door swung open as someone walked in. I knew who I wanted it to be but also knew they were hours away.
                          
“What wrong?” Uncle Matt asked frantically, obviously still drunk.
                          
“I, um, just had a nightmare,” I replied breathing heavily.
                          
“Oh, well next time don’t scream so loud,” he said angrily as he rushed out of my room, shutting the door closing me in the dark.
                          
I sat up in bed, as I cried once more. I wanted him here, like he was that one night. I needed him more than I had realized before. I couldn’t bear any longer without him. But I would have to.
                          
After much struggle I put myself back to sleep and woke to the morning light seeping through my window. I got up and went to the bathroom, I took a long, hot shower to calm my nerves, dressed in my black leggings and an oversized green sweatshirt with white print. I sat carefully back on my bed. Water slowly dripped from my hair, dampening my sweatshirt even more from the tears that continued to fall.
                          
I forced myself to stand and made my way over to the window. I looked slightly cloudy outside. The sun was hidden, but its soft rays shone down from the sky, illuminating the trees around my uncle’s neighborhood. I let my eyes fall to the windowsill as I attempted to blink the tears away, since they were clouding my vision, just like the clouds were covering the sun.
                          
When I looked up I saw something out of the corner of my eye across the street. Just the sight of it flushed all my sorrow away. He had come.