Catching Red Eyes - NYC

Chapter 45

I reread the letter through almost ten times before I actually realized what it said. The two VIP passes fell to the ground as I tried to comprehend what I was reading. I bent down to pick them out and put them on the kitchen island which I had also been using to steady myself.

"What are you doing in here?"

I jumped from Laurie pulling me out of my weird concentration, the letter falling to the ground. Laurie went to pick it and I didn't stop her. I stood staring at the stove, trying to process. I caught my reflection and saw the huge bouquet of flowers sitting amongst the presents and balloons from earlier. I turned to look at them again. They were from Harry.

"Holy...fuck..," said Laurie.

I nodded in agreement and her eyes went to where mine were transfixed on the flowers he sent.

"I don't even want to know how he knows where you live."

I looked over at her and nodded in agreement again. I suddenly realized my phone was missing. I didn't even think about where it was until right now. I dashed up to my room and shuffled through my things until I saw it face down in a pile of throw pillows on the floor. I quickly grabbed it and hit the home button to see it was completely dead. I ran over to my nightstand and quickly plugged it in. Laurie was at my heels, waiting for the phone to slowly come back to life.

"Are you going to call him??"

"I-I don't know. I don't even know what to think right now. I haven't talked to him since before finals."

"Well, if you go to that concert, I'm coming. I cannot miss this. Miss you two I mean, the concert will suck."

"Laurie, I don't even know if I'm going to go...I can't even think right now, oh my God, why do these things take so long to turn back on?!" I said, looking at my phone and trying to keep my voice down. 

After what felt like an eternity, my phone came back on and wouldn't stop buzzing and chiming for a good 10 seconds. Scrolling down the notifications, I realized they were all mostly missed calls and texts from Harry all apologizing and asking him to call me.

"Damn, he's got it bad. Look, these five calls are like two seconds apart."

She was right. There were some many. My head was throbbing trying to figure out what I was going to do and the champagne I drank wasn't helping. I looked up at Laurie and her eyes were wide.

"Row...you have to talk to him..."

I knew she was right. I had to because even if I did decide not to fix our relationship or whatever it was, I needed him to know I didn't hate him. Even if I did want to deny it, I knew a part of me that I hid in dark box in my heart, still was hopelessly in love with him but could I forgive him? Sure, he was drunk when he said those horrible things and that didn't make it right but I couldn't help the fact that I missed him. I wanted that forever love with him but I knew some things had to be talked about before I made any kind of commitment to him.