The Contract

49

"Everything is so perfect." I beamed at Harry.

He smiled back at me and tugged on my hand, pulling me close to him. He let his hands rest on my waist, tightening his grip slightly as he leaned in to kiss me.

"Except for one thing." I frowned when his lips left mine.

"What's wrong?"

How could he be so oblivious to the obvious cause of my anxiety at the current moment?

"You leave me tomorrow." I couldn't help but feel sad at the thought of not being with him for a month and a half.

"Oh, right."

I picked up my coffee and sipped. "How could you have forgotten?"

"I didn't, I've just been trying not to think of it. You're going to see me though, I'm what, 2 hours away by plane, max?" He stared at me, gauging my reaction.

"I need to finish getting ready for work," I mumbled, finishing my coffee and setting my mug in the sink.

I was at my flat but it wouldn't be mine for much longer. Gemma was going to sell it once Harry and I moved into our house which we would be doing in October when he got back from this leg of the tour. Then he would be mine again for a few months until he went on tour again.

It had become very clear to me what my life was going to be like with him being gone for a good six months out of the year and even when he was in london, he was still busy. And he liked to stay in Los Angeles sometimes too which meant he wouldn't be in London as much.

How were we supposed to start a family when our lives were so different? I was happy with my job and as much as I liked Los Angeles it wasn't my home. I loved London. London was where I wanted to stay and London was where I wanted to raise my family. Our family.. If we ever got around to that.

But as I mentioned before, it'd be difficult with Harry being gone. Not to mention, even when he was back from tour this year, they were finishing up their new album for release either end of this year or next.

I went back to my bedroom, glancing over my appearance in the mirror. I hated the dress I was wearing. I don't know why I bothered with it when it always looked horrible. It always made me look fat.

I tugged it off over my head and tossed it on the floor, searching through my closet for something else. I could feel Harry's eyes on me as he watched me from the doorway but I ignored him. If we talked about it, it would just make things worse. I just needed to finish getting ready for work and through the day and then we'd have dinner and goodbye sex and he wouldn't be there in there in the morning and it would suck but it would be fine because the quicker he left, the quicker he would come back.

I finally found a grey dress that was always a go-to. I changed my shoes to match and gave myself a once over in the mirror before attempting to brush past Harry who still was standing in my doorway.

"Do you have an early meeting?" He asked, following me to the kitchen.

I checked the time on my phone. It was only 7:30. I didn't usually have to be in until 9.

"Maybe."

"We need to talk about this! All week long you've been bringing up the fact that I'm leaving and then brushing it off like it's nothing when I try to talk about. You're obviously upset by it," Harry said.

Coffee. I needed more coffee.

I turned away from him and let his words sink in. Of course I didn't want to talk about it. I knew it wouldn't change anything but I almost thought maybe not talking about it would make it not happen. I made myself another cup of coffee, finally turning around to face Harry who was still watching me.