Gone (Part 2)
This part is majorly inspired by From The Dining Table
The phone rang a few times before the other line picked up.
“Bloody hell … Harry? It’s six o’clock in the morning,” Gemma groaned, he’d obviously woken her up, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is it Mum?”
His heart felt like lead in his chest, “Sorry for wakin’ yeh, I just …”
“You what, Harry?”
“Can I come see you?”
He felt her tone change through the phone, even though they were miles apart, “You know that answer, you’re always welcome over ‘ere,” she consoled him, “What’s wrong?”
Tears stung in his eyes again, suddenly being hit with the reality of the situation.
“It’s too much to speak of over the phone,” his voice cracked, “I’ll be up in a few hours.”
“Alright, I’ll be here,” Gemma sounded worried, “Please be safe, Harry.”
“Will do,” Harry said with a sigh, and hung up the phone.
His head was still pounding from his poor decisions the night before, and he couldn’t stop mulling over their conversation. Part of him hated leaving her in such a rush and with so much bitterness – he knew her better than anyone else. He knew how to comfort her when she was scared or miserable, he knew how she liked to be held, he knew what he could do to try and help her back up onto her feet. But now, she was alone. Did she deserve it?
… That is what Harry was battling with. She’d gone behind his back. She was the one who had brought it upon herself. She made the choice to do something like this. It made him feel like she should be hurting, like she should be guilty, because he certainly wasn’t the one responsible.
Or was he?