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Grace

I put the phone down once I hang up with Harry, sitting back in the desk chair.

It felt so good hearing his voice again. It felt like home. Everything about him feels like home now. Hopefully tomorrow we can see each other and talk for longer. He sounded tired and I didn't want to keep him up longer if he's so sleepy. I know I'm exhausted too, but at the same time I can't go to sleep.

Turning back to the computer screen with a sigh, I push Harry from my head, at least a little bit. I've been spending the last hour going through all the digital pictures from the trip, picking out some cute ones to send to get printed. I'll pick them up tomorrow for sure. I also need to pop into a vintage store so I could get a cute frame for my bedside table.

I plug in the camcorder, smiling a bit as I think about all the cute videos I have of Harry on here. The first one to come up on the screen is one from the other day in bed in London. We were just being silly and Harry was tiredly going on and on about some crazy story from when he was touring.

He had this inspired look in his eye as he talked and I never wanted to forget it. Pausing the video, I rest my chin against my knees, smiling at that beautiful boy.

The sadness comes in waves. It'll peak at times, but disappear at others. It just hits me randomly. I'm not quite sure what triggers the sadness yet, but I'm honestly not sure I'll ever find out. It'll probably be like that for a long time.

As I'm watching the rest of the video with Harry, my phone starts to ring. I pause it again, picking up my phone only to find an unknown number calling. God, if this is Jesse...

"Hello?" I ask, biting my lip as I wait for a response.

"Good afternoon, is this Grace Thompson?" A cheerful woman speaks.

My brows furrow, confused what this is about, but I nod to myself, "Yes this is she, who's calling?" I ask, putting my feet down from the chair.

As I'm sitting up straighter, the woman replies, "This is Jodie Bryson." My eyes widen at the sound of her name. I remember applying to intern on set for one of her movies but got rejected. It was a low budget thing and she's not known at all, but I was desperate for any work to put on my resume.

"Jodie, hi. Wow, what is this call about?" I ask, standing up to pace around the apartment. My heart is just pounding right now.

"Well as you may know, I was looking for media interns for my upcoming project. Recently, one of the people we hired couldn't commit to us so we had to let them go, which means there was an opening." she explains.

An opening? And she's calling me. Okay, I have to be asleep, or hallucinating. There is no way this is happening right now. "Oh?" is all I could get out, hoping I'm sounding professional enough.

"Yes, and your application was the first one I went for when that opening became available. I remembered being very impressed with the work you've listed and I checked out some of the projects you have worked on and been a part of. You really have a talent for this." she compliments.

"Wow, thank you so much." I breathe out, feeling like I'm about to pass out or something. This cannot be real.

"I'm gonna be away for a week in LA for a few meetings regarding the new film, however when I get back I really would like to interview with you to make sure you are a good fit for this internship position."

I'm genuinely speechless. She wants to offer me a job. As I'm silently freaking out, a thought creeps into my head. Harry.

"Yes, I would love to interview with you. And you said you were impressed with my resume?" I ask.