Harry & Grace [H.S]

Closure

I sat on the park bench after my run, eating my bagel as I watched the people walking through the mall at Central Park. Harry had left for a couple days to LA again and I was missing him more than I cared to admit.

I had forgotten this part of feeling something for someone. The dependency or just need to be around them all the time.

I stared off into the distance and caught eyes with someone a couple benches down. I squinted my eyes slightly, my contacts not helping me figure out who this person was. I watched them as they stood and began walking over to me, when they were close enough I saw it was Frank.

I swallowed the bite of bagel I still had in my mouth, placing the rest back in the bag. He came over and sat next to me, both of us staring quietly forward until he broke the silence.

"I'm sorry." He said softly.

I nodded, "It's...it's okay."

"It's not. You were....you are more to me than just a good lay."

"I know. And you were hurt. I get it." I said turning to him a bit.

He peeked at me and took a deep breath, "I just really hoped, I could be the one."

I nodded looking back straight ahead of me, "For a second, I thought it was going to be, I just, I didn't realize how surface level I was keeping things until the night of my birthday."

"And it wasn't like that with Harry?"

"No, I just, kinda told him things, without even thinking. Life kinda just put us into situations where either I had to explain something, or it just, happened."

He nodded and reached over taking my hand in his, "And you're happy?" He turned and looked at me.

I nodded, biting my lip, "I am."

"Well then, I'm happy for you too. Really." He smiled warmly.

"And what does this mean for us?" I whispered.

"We can be friends. Eventually. Right now, I need space. I need to stop missing you. I can't keep wanting to touch you in a certain way or be with you a certain way if we are going to be friends." He swallowed, tracing small circles with his thumb on my hand.

"I get it." I smiled small, "I do miss you though. I miss having a cooking partner."

He chuckled softly, "Yeah, I do too. No one finds spices quicker than you do."

We both laughed sharing one final glance before he let go of my hand, "Alright. I'm going to go. I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

I nodded, "Okay. Bye Frank."

"Bye Grace."

I watched him walking away from me, knowing I made the right choice; but deep inside I was hoping that I didn't regret it later.

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Later that night Harry FaceTimed me.

"How was your day love?" He asked as I watched him packing up his bag.

"It was good, I was off of work. I ran into Frank at the park."

"How was that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Surprisingly...good. Closure." I said crossing my legs in front of me.

"Okay, good. I would hope he wasn't rude to you. You excited for the premiere next week?"

I nodded, "Yes, but I really don't want to do the red carpet."

"Grace, I promise, it'll be fine." He smiled, finally laying down.