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Chapter 13: Far, far away
As seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months, and months into a year, it had gone slow. I hadn´t heard anything from Maria at all but it wasn´t like I had been calling to check on her. I was still not sure if I would be able to look her in the eyes and not feel anger against her. I was sitting the little living room in Harry´s summer house in Spain that I´d rented for the moment, when I realized that I had been blaming it all on Maria too much, that I´d blamed my son´s too early death on the girl that I loved most in the whole world. I´d known it wasn´t her fault but I was too angry at her for not calling me that I couldn´t – and wouldn´t – tell her that it wasn´t her fault at all, that things like these happens. The TV never held any interest in me, anymore. I had just turned it on and already now, I was flipping through the channels, angrily. There was nothing interesting there so I threw the remote control through the room at the wall and looked around. God, what was happening to me? The coffee table was invisible underneath all the empty beer bottles. There were empty chips bags and a lot of other shit on the floor. I sighed. Maria had made me grow up from being this beer drinking teenage guy that – apart from doing small appearances with McFLY – just laid on the sofa watching TV all day, and now that I lost her, I was back to being that selfish little person that wouldn´t do anything. I laid there thinking for what seemed like hours. Maybe it was. "FUCK," I yelled and threw the coffee table over. Sitting there, on the floor in the middle of all those empty bottles and empty chips bags made me realize something. I had been thinking so much of myself, how I was doing and what I did, that I hadn´t realized how Maria was taking all this. She was the one it was hardest on.
This new realization was the one that made me board the plane. A few hours later the plane landed in the airport in London where it was snowing. I hadn´t seen the snow for a year now. As I grabbed a cab I realized that everything looked like itself, too much like itself. The cab stopped in front of the apartment building that Maria had lived in the before she lived with me and Tom had told me that this was where she´d been living the first while after I left. I didn´t know what he´d meant by "The fist while". I walked up to the door and looked at the name sign where I expected to see Maria´s name. It wasn´t there and my stomach fell then. I´d been looking forward to seeing her again though I didn´t know whether or not she´d actually want to see me anymore but I couldn´t help but hope for it. I grabbed my phone and dialled Harry´s number. I didn´t really know how to say what I wanted to, but I needed to know this. The beeping noise met my ear and I waited impatiently for him to pick up the phone.
Harry´s POV:
The phone was ringing and it woke me up. I looked at the clock and it showed 11a.m. I probably should get up anyway. I lifted my head slowly from my pillow and felt the headache for the first time. Last night had been a little wild. I grabbed the phone from the stand and my voice was groggy as I answered the phone. "Hello?"
I was a little surprised to hear Dougie´s voice in the phone. "Hey dude, erm…there was something I wanted to ask you?" he asked sounding nervous. I almost couldn´t hear him for the wind in the background. "Sure," I said and sat carefully up in the bed feeing the headache get worse. I groaned. "What´s up?" he asked a little worried. "Just a hangover," I whispered to him. "Wild night, huh? Anyway, I wanted to ask you if you knew where Maria lives?" he asked obviously trying to make it sound like some kind of casual thing but of course he couldn´t. He hadn´t even asked once for her number or her address over this past year. He was trying to get in touch with her again. "Erm…" I started. It wasn´t like I didn´t know where she lived it was more like Dougie wasn´t going to like where she lived or who she lived with. "Yeah?" he pushed and I felt that I had to say something. The other part, I wasn´t sure whether or not I should be the one to tell him that. "She moved to Denmark to live with her parent´s but right now she´s living on her own in a house over there," I told him, lying slightly. But most of it was true, she did move to Denmark and she was living in her own house just not on her own.