The Register | H.S.

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Aspen

Alone.

Empty.

I had never felt like this before. My universe had come down to Harry and me over the past two months. And I felt like my world had just been reduced to ashes, all my fault. I was curled up on the couch in the empty house we live in, at least for now. I had no idea what was going to happen in the next few hours or days. And that terrified me. I couldn't get used to the idea that I might have lost him. I was so angry with myself. I called him for fifth on his cell, hoping he would eventually pick up his phone so that I could tell him how sorry I was.

I came across his answering machine once again. The sound of her voice on her answering machine mixed with her scent permeating the sweater I was wearing left a void in my stomach. When Harry left the apartment it took me a few minutes to get up from the floor I collapsed on. I immediately went to the couch, which I haven't moved since.

I buried my nose in his t-shirt that I was wearing. I loved wearing his t-shirts, almost as much as he loved seeing me wearing them. Her natural scent and her cologne permeated each of her clothes. When I wore them I could smell her divine scent. Just smelling her scent made me happy, but today it was different. She reminded me that he was gone, maybe for good.

Tears began to flow slowly down my flushed cheeks as the door to the house opened.

"Harry, is that you?" I exclaimed instantly, turning on the couch.

Footsteps approached the living room, those of Liam and Brook. All growing hope in me flew away.

"I'm sorry, Asp." Brook said, walking in my direction.

She sat down next to me on the couch. Her arms made their way around my shoulders to hug me tightly. She comforted me for a while, gently stroking my back as I cried on her shoulder. I finally sit up straight, wiping my wet eyes with the back of my fingers.

"I'm afraid for him, Brook."

"Why? What happened?"

I thought about it, biting my lip. Where to start? What should I say and not say? I had done enough wrong like that without, on top of that, telling Brook everything I knew about Harry's past. I dared not speak for fear of causing more damage.

"Aspen, what is this?"

I looked up at Liam, standing across the living room. He held in his hands the two sheets of paper that Harry had to wipe up and toss with all his might earlier.

"These are photocopies of the autopsies of Mary and Evangeline." Louis said, entering the room followed closely by Niall.

I was so wrapped up in my emotions, my questions and my remorse that I hadn't even heard them enter the house. Louis turned his eyes to me, sending me a sympathetic look.

"He didn't take the news well." He said to me sadly.

I nodded negatively which made him sigh softly. He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder reassuringly as Niall sat down next to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist to comfort me in his arms. I rested my head loosely on his shoulder as he stroked my arm, like he wanted to tell me everything was going to be okay.

"How did you get this?" Liam asked me.

I opened my mouth getting ready to speak, but Louis was faster. "It was my father who found this."