It's a week after the accident and Millie is settling in pretty well here, I turned the guest room into her new bedroom. The walls have been painted white, with multicoloured butterfly's spradically painted on the walls, she has a small bed with lilac sheets and a white throw blanket over the top.

There is a small white dresser in the corner for her clothes, all placed in the correct drawers; and a little mirror on the top with a small pine bookshelf to the side. Her room looks really cute; the only down side is that it's still filled with cardboard boxes of her belongings that we have yet to unpack. Which is what were doing now.

Millie's mood has risen since last week, she seems to have perked up a little bit and is coping with her parents death a lot better than I am. There have been a number of occasions where she has woken me up and dragged me out of bed so we can do something with our day, instead of staying in bed like I would have done. She is my rock, and I'm trying my best for her, I'm keeping my promise.

"Millie Moo could you pass me that box please? I've just finished this one." I smile as she shuffles the box over to me, "Thank you munchkin." I give her a kiss on the cheek, making her smile light up as she returns to the box she was previously unpacking. I love seeing her smile, it always makes my day. "Well this is the last box Mills! I think we're doing quite well." I smile again.

"Yayy!" she cheers, "can we have some ice cream after?" She asks hopefully, her crystal eyes pleading as she waits for my response.

"Yes," she takes a large intake of breath ready to erupt in cheers until I interrupt her, "but..." her face falls as she listens intently, "remember we are at the flower shop today, so we'll have to get ice cream when we close, okay?" she nods excitedly knowing that at some point in the day she is bound to get ice cream.

"I like ice cream." I hear a raspy voice say behind me. I smile at his childish nature, turning to see him leant against the doorframe with a smirk as Millie ran over to give him a hug. Which he happily accepts. "Hey Millie Moo, you nearly done unpacking?" She nods her head enthusiastically and grins at him, her small arms wrap around his neck. I smile sadly at her; she reminds me so much of Katie and Mark, she's the image of them both.

Looking at her is painful for me but at the same time she brings so much happiness and joy to my life that it is worth the occasional pain. Harry notices my sad smile and places Mills gently onto the floor. "Millie why don't you start unpacking that last box whilst I talk to Faith for a second." She smiles and nods, running over to the final box and taking out it's contents. Harry grabs my hand and takes me downstairs into the living room. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I whisper, my eyes never leaving the floor as a small tear runs down my cheek. I can't lie to him, my true emotions always get the better of me.

"C'mon, it's okay." He pulls me into a bear hug and wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "Tell me." I hear him whisper.

"I see so much of them in her. It's hard sometimes." My tears run freely and I rest my head on his shoulder as I remember their faces. Thankfully he brakes me from my trance by pulling back from our embrace, making my head fall to his hard chest.

"I know baby." He rubs my arms in an attempt to comfort me, where he slightly succeeds.

"Every movement, or smile, or even the way she talks sometimes, she just reminds me of them constantly." I continue to sob into his chest.

"I know." He shushes me, I shake my head gently though, a thin layer of anger bubbling inside my core.

"Everything has just happened at once and I can't take it." I cry trying to release my tension and growing even more frustrated.

"I know baby, it's okay."

"Harry stop saying it's okay or that you know!" I brake away from him and my heart cracks when I notice the vulnerable and shattered look on his face, he is upset, and I can't bare seeing him like this, knowing that I've caused this break in his exterior makes me feel even worse. However, in my defence, he can't possibly comprehend what is happening to me, "Just stop! You don't understand! I've lost everything! I lost my parents, then I lost my family home, I lost all of my belongings, now I've lost two of my best friends, I've been given a shop that I don't know how to look after and last week I adopted a daugther that I can't take care of! So don't tell me that you know because you don't, you have no idea what I'm going through. Stop trying to fix things, you can't fix this, no-one can fix this, just stay out of it!" I lose it.

I've finally cracked.

I am broken.

And I screamed at the one person who is trying to help.

"Fine." He grits through his teeth, picking up his coat and slamming the door behind him. Leaving me stood there. Empty. Shattered.

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H a r r y

It has been a four days since Faith and I last saw each other. I refuse to speak to her, I ignore her calls, delete her texts, and don't attempt to contact her. I need space from her, and that's what I'm trying to do. I was only trying to help her and comfort her and she just erupted. She rejected my condolences. Completely ungrateful. If she doesn't want me to have anything to do with her and Millie, then that's fine, I'll give her exactly what she wants.

I've spent these last few days at home, not wanting to leave and have to deal with the pressures of everything and everyone around me. I just want space, to be alone. The doorbell breaks me from my thoughts and I groan, sighing largely before pulling myself up to answer the front door. "Hey mate." Liam smiles, the other lads standing expectantly behind him. I sluggishly move to the side for them all to come in then close the door behind them, walking into the living room where they all have seated themselves.

"How're you feeling?" I had told the lads straight away about Faith's outburst, so they were aware not to tell her where I was or what I was doing.

"Fine." I answer bluntly. They all glance at me unconvinced and I sigh knowing that they can see right through my lies. "She called again..." I trail off.

"Maybe you should talk to her Harry, hear her out?" I scrunch my nose at Zayns idea.

"Why? I didn't do anything wrong. She just screamed at me for trying to help her." I fold my arms over my chest stubbornly.

"Harry I know what you're saying, but did you ever think about how Faith feels?" Niall asks me.

"Yeah, she made it perfectly clear Niall." I huff yet again, still in my foul mood.

"No he means, how she's coping Harry. She's probably been bottling all of her emotions up to stay strong for Mill's, the only reason she had a go at you was because she needed to vent her emotions. And you just happened to be there." Louis explains to me, making me take into consideration how she must really feel.

"And now, because you're so stubborn," Liam nudges playfully, "you've left her at a time where she needs you the most."

"What you don't realise is, not only has she lost her family, her old house, her belongings and now two of her best friends, but she thinks she lost you as well." Zayn concludes.

"What if she has?" I whisper.

"Don't be stupid Harry." Niall scoffs.

"Stop being so stubborn and call her Harry." Liam reaches over and hands me my phone abruptly, pressing it to my chest.

"Yeah, you know for a fact that you love her-"

"So stop being so difficult!" Louis finishes Niall's sentence.

I nod, but before I can dial Faith's number my phone begins to vibrate. The caller ID making my heart pound in my chest as I nervously answer.

"Hello?" I ask hesitantly into the phone.

"HARRY!!" A small voice screams into the phone.

"Mill's?" I scrunch my eyes in confusion and look at the lads, their expressions replicating mine, "Why are you calling me sweetie?" I ask her.

"I've been calling since you left that day and didn't say goodbye." She replies, making my eyes soften and my heart clench at her gentle words.

"I'm sorry Mill's. I'm so sorry." I bite my bottom lip preventing myself from breaking down, resting my head glumly into my large palms as I listen to the sweet angelic voice.

"I miss you Harry," she whispers to me, "Faith misses you too, she stays in her room sometimes, she doesn't want to come out." She replies quietly.

"I miss you both too. I'll see you tomorrow though, I promise." I say into the receiver, almost seeing the small smile on her face.

"Okay! Love you Harry!" She cheers ecstatically into the phone, making me smile.

"Love you too Millie Moo." I hear her giggle sweetly at the nickname before the line goes dead. I take a few minutes to compose myself before turning to the lads abruptly, "Lads, I have an idea. But I need you're help." I ask them.

They all smile, they know I love Faith and would do anything for her and they're happy to see me smile for the first time in four days. "What's the plan?" They all smirk at me, I hope this goes well...

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