Chapter 21 : You don't have to do this alone.
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It had taken Amelia two attempts to apparate home through her sobs and tears. She had to unlock her front door with a spell from her wand as her keys were in the bag that James had grabbed hold of.
That was two hours ago and now she sat dejectedly on her sofa, she had managed to calm herself down and had finally stopped her tears from falling. Letting out a small sigh she looked around the dimly lit room, thinking about how she shouldn’t have even gone with James in the first place and how much of an idiot she was for believing that they could work things out. But as much as she thought this she knew that she still would have gone if she was given another chance, she had just missed James so much, and she had hoped against hope that James would have followed her home begging her for forgiveness and not taking no for an answer, but he never showed and this made her feel angrier the more she thought about it.
Standing up she ran a hand over her face as she made her way out of the room, pausing to pick up the picture of her and James in Las Vegas on her way, she ran a finger over the two people laughing and kissing in the picture as she felt another tear slip down her cheek. If only she had known what was going to happen she would have tried to save them, she hugged the picture to her chest as she made her way to her bedroom, she was exhausted but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get any sleep.
“James open the door!” came the voice of Albus, followed by a pounding on the wood and a jiggle of the doorknob but no one could come into the room. James had made sure of that.
After trying unsuccessfully to get a wand off of anyone he walked back to his room, wiping his eyes with his clenched fists, storming passed everyone who tried to stop him and up into the room that he and Amelia had shared. Slamming the door behind him and picking up his wand from the bedside cabinet, he waved his wand at objects around the room so they’d push themselves against the door. He didn’t want to talk to anyone; he just wanted to be alone.
James looked up at the door from his place on the floor, and what he could see of the door, he didn’t have the energy or willpower to tell Albus to just leave him alone, he was just hoping that his family would get the message. He just wanted to stay here and think about Amelia.
“You’re going to have to go outside at some point.”
James jumped and looked up at the open window to see that his father was climbing into the room through it.
“If you wanted to have hidden away James you should have thought to lock the window,” Harry stated, jumping down onto the floor, a broomstick clutched in his hand. He placed the broomstick against the wall and walked over to where his son was sitting.
James looked down at the floor, hiding his face from his dad and pulling at some loose thread coming from the seam of one of his shoes.
Harry let out a deep sigh before he sat down next to James and placed his arms on his legs. James thought that he was going to lecture him but Harry was just sitting in silence, and James appreciated that a lot, he felt better having him sitting there with him.
James was still playing with his shoes when he finally talked.
“I’m sorry,” James said hoarsely, his throat dry and stinging. Harry turned his head to look at him, James still hid his face.
“It’s not me you should be apologising to,” Harry said simply, James nodded. “And I don’t only mean Amelia, James. You need to apologise to Dom, this was meant to be her birthday party after all.”
James nodded, “I will, I’ll make it up to her I promise.”
They sat in silence again, Harry knowing that James would open up to him when he was ready.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” James told him, still pulling his shoes apart. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of control.”
“What did you mean to happen James?” Harry asked. James shook his head slowly.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged “I guess... I just wanted to see her again, get her to talk to me.”
“Why didn’t you tell us as soon as you two broke up?” Harry asked his son who had finished pulling at his shoes and was just looking at the furniture in front of him. “Why tell us that she was at work all the time?”
“I didn’t want you all to be disappointed in me, I didn’t want any of you to tell me what an idiot I am and that I deserved to lose her after what I done.”
“We would have been here for you like a family should have.”
“I guess I just thought that she would forgive me before any of you found out and that we could just go back to normal. But no matter what I had tried she wouldn’t even talk to me and Adam kept sending all of the letters back that I was sending Amelia saying that she didn’t want to talk to me. And I already had so many people hating me, I couldn’t stand to have you lot hating me too.”
“But you kept this up since New Year’s Day James, where have you been all this time?”
“I was staying in the Leaky Cauldron,” he said simply.
“You should have come home.”
James nodded before letting out a massive sigh, “I’ve really screwed everything up now, what do I do dad?” James asked him pleadingly, “What should I do to make this right?”
“I’m not too sure son,” Harry answered truthfully putting his arm around James’s shoulders. “I’m not too sure.”
“Maybe mum can help me?” he asked with a small smile.
“I think that she’ll try her best. And James don’t you ever think that we wouldn’t be here for you and that we wouldn’t understand” Harry said his arm holding onto James’s shoulders tightly as he gave him a one armed hug. “You can tell us anything and we will be here for you no matter what ok?”
Amelia was right, she didn’t get a wink of sleep again last night, her mind still racing from what had happened. Instead she chose to go back into work and tell them that she was ready to go back early. They gave her questioning looks but Amelia told them that she needed to take her mind off of things and that she was able to start as soon as possible. They believed that she wanted to take her mind off of her family emergency that James had told them and she didn’t feel the need to tell them any different, after telling her to get some rest they said that they would see her in two days.
And later on when she had arrived home it wasn’t long until a visitor arrived. Her heart pounding in her chest as she opened the door, thinking that it was James she was surprised and relieved to see that it was Mariah.
“Oh... hi,” Amelia said in greeting. Mariah gave her a small smile and held out her hand, Amelia’s bag in it. Amelia stepped back to let Mariah in, and then closed the door behind her.
“I know it’s a stupid question,” Mariah started, placing the bag down on the floor and looking over at Amelia who was still hovering by the door. “But how are you feeling?”
Amelia gave her a shrug before answering truthfully. “Like giving up in all honesty.”
Mariah gave her a sad look and Amelia had to look away before she started crying again. Wanting to ask so much about James it physically hurt to keep the question in.
“James is completely broken,” Mariah stated as though reading Amelia’s mind. “He’s just such a mess. The only person he’s seen or talking to is his dad...”
“I don’t care,” Amelia stated her voice wobbling, she coughed to try and cover it but she knew that Mariah had heard, and could see that Mariah didn’t believe her statement.
“Maybe if you both talked without all of the alcohol and everyone around you could...” Mariah started.
“What’s the point? So we can have a repeat of last night? I’ve got nothing to say to him and his got nothing I want to hear.”
Mariah let out another sigh at the stubbornness that both James and Amelia had, they changed their minds about talking to each other so often she didn’t know what to think anymore.
“You don’t have to do this alone Amelia, I know we didn’t talk much in school but if you want to talk.”
“I appreciate that Mariah I really do, but I managed to get through this alone last time I can do it again this time.”
Mariah nodded before she made her way back over to the door.
“Remember I’m only an owl away,” she told her before exiting the room and leaving.
Amelia shut the door slowly and walked over to her bag that Mariah had brought in; sitting down on the sofa she began to open it. Her heart missed a beat and her eyes filled with tears again as she picked up the first item slowly, it was James’s Quidditch jumper. She let out an angry scream as she balled it up and threw it across the room, her eyes swimming with tears as she stormed from the room and into her bedroom, grabbing the picture of her and James off of the bed and throwing it across the room in her rage.
It smashed against the wall, the glass shattering and the frame breaking as it fell to the floor. Waving her wand at where the picture had landed the glass began disappearing. She sniffed and wiped her tears with her hand as she chucked her wand onto her side and threw herself down onto her bed, letting herself cry again because of James.
She awoke what must have been a few hours later to the sounds of banging on the front door, stirring slightly she sat up slowly, her head aching and her eyes feeling puffy. She stood up grabbing a blanket off of her bed and wrapping it around herself as she walked out of the room and towards the source of the noise. She opened the door slowly and peered out, wandering which family member of James’s it was this time. She gave a small smile as she opened the door and saw that it was her brother Adam leaning against the doorframe and smiling down at her.
“Hey Lia,” he said walking forwards and engulfing Amelia in a hug.
She pulled away from him and looked up at him with tears filling her eyes against her will, all she seemed to do lately was cry. “What are you doing here?” she asked him.
“Can’t a guy come to see his sister once in a while? I did try and call around last week but you were gone, I had no note, no owl sent to me. I had no clue where you went I was worried,” he told her honestly, Amelia wiped her eyes with her hands as she walked into the kitchen, she heard Adam following her, throwing a bag she didn’t see him holding down by the sofa in the front room.
“I’m sorry, I only thought I was going to be gone for the weekend,” Amelia told him as she turned on her kettle and waited for it to boil.
They stood in silence as the drinks were made and they had taken a seat opposite each other at the table.
“What are you really doing here Adam?” Amelia asked running her hand over her dishevelled hair, she felt drained of energy and the coffee she had just sipped she doubted would do much good.
“I was told that my little sister was hurting.”
“Who told you?” she asked, wondering just who would tell him, knowing that it was extremely unlikely that James would tell him anything anymore.
“I got an owl from Albus about an hour ago,” he told her, she gave a small nod thanking Mariah in her head, knowing that she would have put Albus up to sending the letter.
“Did he tell you what happened?” Amelia asked sipping her coffee again and looking at her cup intently.
“Yeah he did. James is such a prick Amelia,” Adam said drinking some of his own drink.
“I said harsh things to him too,” Amelia said wondering why she was sticking up for James, it’s not like he deserved it.
“Yeah but what he done to you was a lot worse.”
Amelia nodded slowly before shifting in her seat slightly.
“I’m sorry,” Amelia said catching Adam by surprise.
“What are you apologising for?” he asked her.
“If it wasn’t for me or this then you would still be best friends with him And I went and ruined everything.”
“Hey now none of that!” Adam told her sternly. “Don’t think like that. If he hadn’t have been a stupid idiot we would still be friends.”
“But you had been friends for so long.”
“There are things more important than that. In my life you come before my friends and it’ll always be that way. He deserves to lose you after what happened.”
Amelia gave a small nod as she looked down at her cup, watching as the wispy clouds from the steam disappeared.
“I still love him though,” she told him not looking up at him. “And I want him back more than anything.”
He shifted in his seat slightly. “I know you do Lia,” he stated. “And as hard as it is for me to see you go through all of this, it’s your decision to make not mine and I can only stand by your side.”
A/N: So you've all met Adam, what do you think of him? I'm completely biased I love him! :-D
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