Respite - HS

Sweet Apollo.

Audrey Harris

As the door clicks shut behind Harry I breathe out a sigh.

My hands are shaking.

He wasn't being serious right?

Right?

I start pacing the room. What am I doing? I have a boyfriend!

A boyfriend who doesn't make me glow.

I shake off Harry's words.

The only person I want to talk to, I need to talk to, is Serena. But I don't think I can.

Max did have a point when he said I'd only known him for two weeks. But is it so bad that I feel so comfortable with him?

He makes me feel like how I did when I first met Serena. When we were kids.

Serena's two years older than me, and she's always made me feel incredibly special. She was the first person I had met who didn't make me feel like I was weird.

Harry feels so safe, but it's like I can't get enough of him. It's terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. I don't think I've ever felt like this about anyone before.

It's not like how I felt when I met Max. When I met Max it was just something we all knew was going to happen.

We weren't even really friends before we started dating, it was just like an unspoken rule that he liked me so this was just the natural progression of things.

The more I think about it, the more I realize Max doesn't know about me. He's never asked me much of anything about myself. And yet he claims to know me so well, to love me unconditionally but he gets upset when I don't live up to this image of me he's created in his head.

Does he even like me?

Is this really what I want?

I sit with my thoughts with a cup of tea warming my hands. Teddy's curled up on the couch next to me, I smile when I think about how much he likes Harry.

My phone buzzes.

Apollo

Just got home, text me if you need anything Sun.

I stare at the screen, frowning when I realize Max has never done anything remotely similar to that.

It's like he just expects me to follow him around, to listen to his every beck and call, he just expects me to love him because that's what you do in a relationship according to him.

I hope you're feeling better. Don't worry about Serena, we'll figure it out. Promise. Have a good night H.

I send off the text with shaky hands. 

I miss Serena.

I groan out loud, "Come on Audrey pull it together."

I grab my phone again, pressing on Serena's contact.

I put the phone up to my ear, hearing it ring.

"Hi." She says quietly.

I breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Serena are you okay?" As soon as my words settle across the line she's crying.

"I fucked up."

"What is going on Serena? I'm worried about you."

"I'm the one being a horrible friend and you're the one asking me if I'm okay? I need to apologize Audrey."

I don't say anything.