The next morning, I decided I needed to go for a run. I jogged all the way to the park and down a few paths. Before I knew it, I was on a path that seemed familar. I ended up about ten feet from our rock. Well, the rock that had once belonged to Harry and I. The necklace, hoddie and picture Harry had gave to me were now placed under my bed in a small box. I sat down on a fallen tree and just looked ahead of me. These past two weeks were full of memories, and some of the best ones took place here. I turned my iPod off to listen to the noises of the woods surronding me. But, that's not what I heard. I heard crying. A light sound of sobbing coming from near by somewhere. I sat for awhile longer, listining to see where it was coming from. About ten minutes later, I saw a figure sit up from on the rock. The person had messy hair and was in a hoddie that looked like it had been worn for a few days straight. They were wrapped in a blanket as well, even though it was very warm. I took a closer look, and it was Harry. I got up. I moved as swiftly as I could, trying not to make a noise. I left the park and called Louis to come get me. If there was ever a time I needed to talk to somebody, now would be it. Louis was there in ten minutes.

"Hey babe." He said.

"Hello, Lou." I got in the car. Instead of going back to his and Harry's appartment, we went over to my house.

Louis and I sat and talked for a while. As of right now, Zayn and Niall were the two boys that knew the most about me. Louis was a good listener. He gave his advice about Harry. Louis said what I needed to hear. "Laken, to be completely honest, I would give up on Harry for a while. He will miss you, I know he will. Harry was a jerk though and you have Niall, who is crazy about you. You will never really know how things will go either way until you pick a path to try. Harry was wrong. Harry was selfish. Nobody knows what happened that night but Harry and Anna, but you deserve better. We all really care about you, Laken. You needed to make a choice between these two eventually, and Harry just helped you make that choice for now."

"Thanks, Lou."

"No problem, babe." Louis and I sat around my house for a few more hours, until he had to go check on Harry. I didn't mention that I had seen Harry crying at the rock we had once shared.

I sat around the house playing piano and singing the rest of the day. After a while of my mom not being home, I began to worry. She was normally home about three hours earlier than the current time. She would have sent me a quick text if she couldn't call me. I tried calling her three times, and I still got no answer. She must be in a strict meeting or something of the sort. I was about to call again when my phone began to ring with a call from Jaimie.

I talked to Jaimie until almost eleven and fell asleep on the couch. I wanted to know my mom was safe as soon as she got home.

I woke up in the morning, expecting my mom to be home. It was a Sunday and she never worked on Sundays. I didn't bother to check my phone. It seemed pointless. I went to the kitchen, and it seemed as if she wasn't awake. I went up to her room. Her bed was made. I peered out her window and her car was gone. Where on Earth was my mom?

I had to do something about this. I called Peter, my mom's coworker. He said that he would come get me from my house in about ten minutes. I changed as fast as I could. I braided my hair in a simple french braid and slipped on my shoes. I took my purse and my phone charger. I was ready for almost anything. With a breakfast bar and my purse at hand, I got into Peter's car.

"Hello, Laken. How about I take you to go see your mom?"

"Um, what?" I responded, confused.

"You'll see when we get there." He said. "I want you to be stable for when we arrive." I was so confused. What was this crazy man talking about?

The car ride with Peter seeemed to take hours. We drove past the studio. Ten minutes later, we turned down a road marked with a hospital sign.

Peter lead me into the hospital. I couldn't believe my eyes as to what Peter had shown me.

I blinked a few times and looked around the room. My mom wasn't in the hospital bed. She was sitting by the bed, tears pouring down her face. Her phone must have died and she seemed torn up. What had happened?

My mom looked up to see me by the door and left the room to see me.

"Mom?" I asked. I had never seen my mom like this before.

"Baby," She started. "There as been an acident." I looked at her. "I arranged for Daniella to come and visit you. But, on her way to the studio, she was hit by a car. The doctors don't think she's going to be okay." She paused. "Listen to me, Laken. I would have called, but I was so busy. I got here around two hours ago. I left my late meeting around one in the morning and went to the airport. I thought maybe she had stayed there due to her not knowing her way around the city. She wasn't there so I went to the sudio and waited, until I got a call at the studio around six. It was from the hospital. Mary and Greg are on thier way over to come see thier daughter, but she may not have a lot of time left."