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Grace

The little sleep story helped a little bit to get me to sleep, but I had a hard time staying asleep. I tossed and turned all night, already back to that worried feeling. Worried that Harry isn't going to like me anymore. Worried that I'll never be good enough for him. He's this perfect man and I'm me.

It's been a rough morning. Holly had to go right into work for a couple hours this morning, leaving me alone in the apartment. That lasted all of like an hour. Between not being able to get an answer from Harry and just feeling trapped between the four walls of this apartment, I had to get out.

The perfect excuse to go get my film developed from the trip. It'll probably be a little bit until I see everything that was captured, but the guy at the photo store knows to bump me up and has my email to send me the digital copies of everything early. He better do that with the tip I slip him every time.

I can't help but worry still about why I haven't heard from Harry. Anne called me before to check in and I asked about Harry, but she said he got busy but she was sure I'd hear from him and that he really missed me.

It was nice to hear from her, but her son needs to get his shit together and call me. I'd even take a text. I really want to get a head start on this therapist thing while I'm still on board with it. The longer we wait, the less of a chance I'll actually go through with it.

Walking out of the film store with an empty tote bag and my brand new Chanel bag on my shoulder. It wasn't big enough to fit the cameras, so I needed the tote. Plus in case I stop in other stores and need a bag, I'll have one.

I pick my phone out of my pocket again, checking to see if there are any missed calls or texts. Nothing from Harry. Just a text from Elias that he and Katie will meet us on 6th Avenue by Radio City Music Hall. I think Eli wanted to go to Mastro's Steakhouse for dinner.

Why he wants to go to Mastro's beats me. Mastro's is so fucking expensive and definitely not someplace we ever go. Someone got a little too used to Daddy Styles' wallet.

Originally those two were gonna meet at our apartment and we were gonna take the subway up together, but Katie's dad needed help with moving some furniture around the house and her family just wanted to see him after he was gone for so long. They're just gonna get ready over at her parent's place and drive back up to Midtown.

I don't know how he thinks we're getting into Mastro's for dinner. You have to look like you're made of money for them to even let you into the building. Just because all of a sudden I have a rich boyfriend and carry around a Chanel bag, it doesn't mean I'm rich. I'm very much still a broke college student who dog sits to pay the bills.

Walking down the street, I go to Harry's contact on my phone, pressing the call button. It rings a few times but the call drops. What the fuck is going on with him right now? He better have a good fucking explanation.

Always be my home, my ass. When I said he was my home I didn't mean the one I grew up with my parents. He said he wouldn't abandon me like a day ago and yet here we are. I don't know if I should be utterly pissed off or just completely sad.

Right now though, I'm pissed.

He's definitely going to hear it from me when he picks up the phone. Hopefully he's not too dumb and he texts me before bothering to call.

Honestly it's like everyone is avoiding me today. Holly's been working and not picking up the phone, Eli is busy with Katie and her family so he can't talk. It's like we get back to New York and Grace is chopped liver again. They could have at least given me a heads up.

I go into a random Walgreens, not really sure why but I might as well try and look around. Maybe I could get some snacks for the apartment, we don't have much food since we were gone for so long. Plus we need tampons now that I think about it.