My Soldier - You're My Home

Green Light

A/N ~~ Hey! So again, sorry for the delay, but this pain is really getting the better of me. But, I am slowly on the mend :D

Thank you for all the kind messages and comments, they mean a lot and keep me motivated when I am struggling. I am hoping to get ahead of the game with some Chapters whilst I am off work, so you all won't have to wait as long as it has been lately. But I appreciate each and every one of you who have stuck by me and my Story!

Anyways, let's get into it shall we?


~~Thursday Morning, London~~

Lizzie POV

My eyes slowly start to flutter open, the slither of sunlight shining through the barely open window pulling me from my sleep. I let my body wake up slowly, knowing that I'll need to be awake soon so Harley can take her medication. As much as she complains about me being slightly overbearing, I don't want her to miss anything in her recovery. She is doing amazing, better than anyone could ask for, so I don't want her going backwards. Once I get my vision back, I can't help but turn gently in Harley's arms so I can see her better. My lips pulling into a small smile as I see her still sleeping peacefully, her lips slightly parted as she breaths gently. Seeing her like this is something I will be forever grateful for, just having her here beside me, alive and breathing. Something I feared at one point I would never have again. The small scars across her face and body remind me everyday how close I was to losing her, but they also prove that everything she went through was to get her and her team home safely. She really is the strongest person I have ever met. I lift my hand up to gently trace my index fingertip across the scarred skin on her face, something I find myself doing when she is sleeping like this. Following the white tinted skin across her face, from her cheek up to her eyebrow and across her forehead. The scars have faded more since she has been home, but Dr Bailey has told us all that they may never fade completely. I know Harley is becoming conscious of them, hating the fact they are so visible on her face. But to me, they just show everyone how strong she is. Like she told me when I first got the chance to see her scars, they each tell a story. A story of how My Soldier was the incredible person she still is to this day.

I stay lying in Harley's arms as I think about the few days, we have been home. Seeing Harley even more relaxed now she is out of that hospital is helping her recovery so much more. Everyday that passes she is becoming more and more independent. Pushing slightly more to do things for herself. It is amazing to see, considering where she was when we first got to the hospital. I never expected to see out of that hospital bed, never mind seeing her home and getting around on her own. I can't wait to see her when she is back to full strength, I just know she is going to be stronger than ever. I know she is worried about not being able to go back to being a Soldier, it has been her life for almost 9 years. She loves being Captain Harley, but I also know someone like Harley can do anything. So, I have no doubts that she will find her next calling, no matter how long it takes. Not even having a prosthetic leg will stop My Soldier. I get so lost in my thoughts that I barely register when my phone begins to ring behind me. I quickly jump when I do finally hear it, rushing to silence the noise so I don't wake Harley just yet. I search the screen once it stops ringing so loudly, seeing it is Rachel. I turn back and make sure Harley is still asleep before gently pushing myself from her arms and out of bed and heading towards the door. Once I am outside Harley's bedroom, I call Rachel back, hoping she answers. It doesn't take more than 3 rings before I hear her voice, already having a feeling what she is calling about before she even has chance to tell me.

"Have you been getting your e-mails Liz?" I can tell she is a little annoyed, knowing exactly why I can't make any excuses. "I have, I'm sorry Rachel I just- It's been a lot." I try and reason, knowing I have been putting things off to be here with Harley. "I know Liz, I do, I understand but this can't be re-scheduled." She attempts but I can't leave Harley. Not yet. "And before you say anything, they can't do this without you Lizzie. They need you there in person." I sigh heavily, knowing that this is just not possible. I can't leave Harley yet, she is still in recovery. "Rachel, she is still in recovery. I can't just leave for days. And there is no possible way she can fly yet." I try and reason, knowing that there is no way around any of it. "Liz, I know. But your career can't just stop, I've tried but you need to be in L.A. They need you here. Just a few days, that is it. Then you will be on the first flight back to London." I can feel tears pricking in my eyes, hating this. I have worked so hard up to this point, why can't I have a break just this once. I know the release of Season 2 is huge, but right now, my priority is Harley. Nothing else matters. "I'm sorry Rachel, but I'm not leaving London." I make my decision before listening to Rachel try and come up with a solution, but everyone of them involves leaving Harley. So, in the end, she lets me go, telling me she will try and work something out. But I know nothing will work. I hate letting people down, but right now, I need to be here with Harley. I know she would do the same for me without hesitation, so I need to do the same for her. I lean back against the wall, calming my growing anxiety before returning to Harley, knowing she will waking soon to take her medication.

Unfortunately, as soon as I walk back into Harley's bedroom, I am met by a very disapproving look from My Soldier. She is sitting up slightly in her bed, watching my every move as I close the door behind me and stay standing a little sheepishly in her room, knowing she must have heard everything through the door. "Don't look at me like that, Harley." I say defensively, slowly making my way towards the bathroom to avoid her eyes. But it doesn't work as she shouts through the door before I can close it. "You're going!" I close the door, letting out another sigh before doing my morning routine to avoid going back to where I know Harley will wait for me. I drag it out as long as I can before finally going back out into her room, wearing one of her hoodies from the back of the door as I do. Walking out wrapping in it, attempting to hide but it fails miserably as I sit beside her on her bed. "Lizzie, I can survive a couple of days without you. And if you're really that worried, Tom can stay over when you're not here." She attempts, but I just shake my head softly in reply. "Harley..." I try but she just cuts me off instantly. "No, Lizzie. You have been by my side for weeks! This is your career, and you know how I feel about it. You've worked so hard on this, go and promote the shit out of it, and I will be here when you get back." She rambles a little loudly, letting me know how much she means what she is saying. I'm a little taken back with how passionate she is getting before she stops to take a breath. "But Harley, you're still recovering and I-" I argue lightly, knowing just how stubborn Harley can be, even with me. "Lizzie, please don't make this something we end up arguing over." She says softly, her eyes almost pleading with me to go. Telling me everything I need to know, that she will be okay if I go.

"Are you sure about-?" I check, but she cuts me off gently with a soft chuckle. "Go and ring Rachel, or else I will." She threatens lightly, making me giggle as she tries to stay stern, but her lips break into a smile. "Okay, I'm going." I give in, knowing I won't win this fight with her. "And stop pouting!" She calls out as I go to get my phone back from the bathroom. "I'm not pouting." I turn on my heels, seeing her trying to fight back from laughing. "Yes, you are, stop it!" She challenges, making me frown, ultimately proving her point. "Okay fine!" I admit, making her grin in victory before I just huff and turn towards the bathroom again, grabbing my phone to ring Rachel back. I walk back towards the bed, sitting down again as Harley reaches out for me, but I swat her hand away in a playful way. She doesn't let it go as I start talking with Rachel again, grabbing my body and pulling me closer, making me giggle as I end up lying on top of her. "Sorry Rachel, as I was saying, I will make some arrangements to be in L.A." I add, calming my giggling down as Rachel lets out a huge sigh in relief. "Let me guess, Harley convinced you?" Rachel teases, making me blush slightly as I turn to look at my smiling Soldier. "She did." I regretfully answer as Harley's smile pulls into a smirk. "Well, tell her I said thank you. I will arrange everything for you and send over all the details." Rachel explains as I feel Harley's hands gently running up and down my back underneath her hoodie. "Thank you, Rachel." I smile up at Harley as she leans back into her pillow, breathing a little heavily as she relaxes again. "No problem, Liz. I will be in touch." We say our goodbyes before I lose my phone on the bed and turn all my attention towards Harley, causing her to look back up at where I am lying on her chest, taking a moment to just be together before out day starts.

"You're an asshole, you know that right?" I finally break the small, comfortable silence, making Harley instantly chuckle as I prop myself up slightly against her chest. Being careful not to hurt her at all. "And your stubborn! I'm not dying Lizzie, I will survive without you if you have things to do." She argues lightly, making me frown slightly, suddenly remembering that at one point, she did die. "Sorry, I shouldn't joke about that I-" Harley quickly seems to notice my change in demeanour and quickly pulls me a little closer, but I gently shake my head, knowing this is one way she copes with things like this. " No, it's okay, I'm sorry... I just- I want to be the one to take care of you Harley. Just until you get stronger." I cut her off gently, explaining my side of things to her, causing her to smile softly in reply. "I know you do, and I appreciate you so fucking much Lizzie, but you can't drop everything for me. You still have a career that needs your attention. A career you have worked so hard to achieve, I would hate myself if you lost anything because of me. We will always work something out, no matter what." She rambles a little, but her words instantly pull a smile back across my lips hearing how supportive she is of my career. Something no one else has been in past relationships, just proving why she is so incredible. "I love you, Harley. And thank you for just being you." I beam, making her chuckle a little as I lean up to kiss her lips. "I love you too Lizzie. I will always support you, no matter what." She beams back before squeezing my body in her arms and kissing me again and again. "Now, can we please go and have something to eat?" She eventually stops pecking my lips, making me giggle at her playful pout. "Yes, we can, come on let's go." I kiss her one last time before we slowly get ourselves ready. I help Harley to the bathroom before getting changed as she gets herself ready. I can't help but worry as I hear her moving around the bathroom, but I know I need to let her do this on her own or else she will never get better. Something I know she will do, sooner than anyone will expect her too.

We manage to get downstairs with no problems, and once Harley is sitting comfortably at the table, I move to make us some breakfast. I decide on making a little bit of everything knowing Harley's appetite is still very up and down with her medication. I grab some bacon and eggs after starting some coffee for us both as I glance over to keep checking on Harley, seeing her lost on her phone. I get the food int= the pan and on the heat before taking Harley her coffee so she can take her pills, smiling when she leans into my touch against her cheek. "Thank you." She pretty much whispers as I leave a kiss on her forehead before seeing her phone start to ring, catching Tom's name across the screen. I leave her to answer it as I move back to finish cooking, hearing only her side of the conversation. "So, you can come over? Thanks mate. Yeah of course you can stay for the weekend." I can't help but smile listening to her words, knowing Tom will be here with her whilst I am in L.A. relaxes most of my concerns about leaving. My smile only growing when I listen to her laughing and joking with Tom before she comes off the phone just as I turn to serve up our breakfast, a beaming smile on her face as I do. "Tom is going to come over tomorrow." Harley tells me once I am sitting by her side with my coffee. "My ticket is booked for tomorrow afternoon." I add, seeing her smile falter slightly before she shakes it off. "Okay. How long will you be in L.A. for?" She questions as we take what food we want onto our plates. "I fly back Sunday." I tell her, seeing her eyes widen and her smile returning easily as she turns to face me again. "See, it's only a couple of days and you'll be back before you know it." She teases, making me giggle and shake my head. How is it she can make me so at ease with just a look.

"I'm allowed to worry about you Harley." I finally manage to get my words out as I let Harley take her pills before her attention is back on me again. "You are, but not too much." She playfully teases, making turn and give her my famous head tilt, something I know for sure will get her attention. "I'll worry about you as much as I want too." I catch her eyes widen in surprise as her breathing hitches, making me laugh and break character. "That's mean, you can't threaten me with Wanda when you can't get your own way." Harley frowns, making me giggle even more as I lean over and wait for her to look at me again. She puts up a small fight before I lift my hand up and turn her head gently to face me again, seeing her eyes find mine instantly. "But I am Wanda baby, and sometimes, she just sneaks out without any warning." I tease in a whisper, making her visibly gulp as I lean in closer to ghost her lips. "Your dangerous Elizabeth Chase." She whispers in a low tone, making my cheeks blush as she leans in even closer, her breath fanning over my lips. But instead of trying to get one better with words, I close the distance between us, finding her lips with my own. The kiss is gentle yet rougher than what we have been with each other in a long time. Her hand finding my chair and pulling it closer to hers, my hands flying up to her neck and shoulders to hold on for balance. Our legs now touching with how close we are, her hand moving from gripping my chair to gripping my thigh as her other hand finds my waist. I get completely lost in her lips, letting her tongue slip into my mouth without any resistance. My mind now clouded with nothing but My Soldier, something I didn't know I had missed until now, butterflies erupting in my lower stomach as our lips fall into a rhythm that's been missing since she left for Tour. I'm in trouble...

Suddenly, my whole body is jolted back into reality when Harley pulls back slightly and hisses when I press one of my hands into her chest. My hands fly back away from her as I lean back to see her face scrunched up in pain. "Shit, Harley, I'm so sorry." I panic, but when she hears the panic in my voice, her eyes spring open to meet mine already fixed on her. "Harley, talk to me, what hurts? What can I do?" I ramble a little before Harley reaches up and rests her thumb gently against my lips to stop my panic as she takes some deep breaths. "It's okay baby, we both got a little..." She admits, making me blush at her words, catching her slight grin when I do. "Carried away." I finish her sentence, seeing her a little breathless. "Yeah. I keep forgetting my body is still a little fragile." She adds, and my smile drops slightly when I realise where I hurt her. Remembering when I first seen the two shades of bruising on her chest, the slightly faded bruising from the incident in Nigeria where they kicked her on the floor, and the fresher bruising where they performed CPR on her in the hospital. Those alongside the red marks from the machine they used to bring her back to life were enough to make it all real that I nearly lost her more than once. I get so lost in my thoughts that I don't realise I am crying until I feel Harley's gentle touch against my cheek, wiping away a tear. "What is it baby?" She asks barely above a whisper, bringing me back to her again as I shake my head gently. "It's just, remembering your still fragile. I hate what happened Harley. I hate what they did to you." I ramble, tears threatening to fall again but Harley quickly takes my face in her hands, bringing my attention to her. "I'm alive. I'm breathing and I am with you again Lizzie. I'm never leaving you again, not like that. I promise."

Her words bring me so much comfort before I just fall limp into her arms and cry. Harley holds me as I let it all out before slowly coming back to her. She helps me wipe away my tears before I meet her worried eyes. "You can talk to me about anything baby. It's better to talk than bottle it all up." She reminds me and I nod softly in agreement. "I know. It's just little things that remind me of what happened." I add and she nods her head softly before she wraps me in one of her arms to keep me close as we finish our breakfast. "Don't forget you are at the hospital with Dr Bailey and Niall on Saturday." I suddenly remember to remind her as I am clearing away our plates, making her chuckle from where she is sitting at the table. "I know baby, 10:00am." She adds making me smile before I finish cleaning up before quickly rushing back to her side at the table. "What do you want to do today?" I ask, gaining her attention from her phone. "I think a day watching films sounds good to me." She quickly replies, making me smile knowing she wants to just rest. Something she needs to do more than she is. "Sounds perfect. Do you want to stay downstairs or go back to bed?" I question, knowing she struggles to get comfortable sometimes. "Down here is good." She easily tells me, making me smile at how well she is coping. "Why don't I help you to the sofa before I grab some drinks?" I suggest, seeing her smile and nod easily. We do just that as Harley chooses something for us to watch before we both get comfortable, seeing the heavy rain hitting the window outside. It's still warm, but the rain is horrible today. Thankfully, we don't need to leave the house for any reason, so we settle into each other as Harley picks out something to watch. We spend the rest of the day like this, and I couldn't be happier right now. Not just being able to spend time with My Soldier but seeing her so relaxed in my company.


~~Friday Morning, London~~

Normal POV

After a completely relaxed day yesterday with Lizzie, today has been a little more active. We woke up as normal this morning, having breakfast together before Lizzie had to pack some things for her weekend in L.A. Thankfully, with the longer I am home, the easier it is becoming at getting up and down the stairs the more I have to do it. So, joining Lizzie upstairs whilst she packed was not something that was too hard for either of us. I couldn't help but smile as I watch her pack some of my clothes for her to wear whilst she is in L.A. Something she has done for so long now, but it always makes me smile. Once she is all packed up, she joined me on the bed as she went over her plans for being in L.A. Season 2 of Sorry For Your Loss is premiering on Saturday night, which means she has a few interviews to do as well as being at the Premiere in L.A. She also has a couple of meetings to fit in whilst she is back in the States, so she is going to be pretty busy right up until she flies back to London on Sunday night. I know she is going to try and go see her Mom whilst she is home on Sunday before her flight which always makes me smile, seeing how happy it makes her about seeing her family. Then once we are clear on her plans, we go over anything I need to remember. Thankfully, I only have one appointment whilst she is gone on Saturday with Dr Bailey and Niall at the hospital for my physical therapy and routine check-up for my leg. I can see it is hurting Lizzie that she won't be there with me, but I quickly manage to comfort her, telling her I will ring her as soon as I have any updates. After we are caught up, Lizzie checks she has everything before we make our way back downstairs knowing that Tom will be on his way soon, and will no doubt want food when he gets here.

"Hello!" Tom yells as he lets himself in the door, kicking his shoes off before running to greet us both. I can't help but laugh when he nearly takes Lizzie off her feet in a hug before he rushes to my side to do the same, but before he can even touch me Lizzie shouts his name. "Be careful!" She adds and Tom quickly turns bright red at being told off, making me laugh at the table when he sheepishly sits to my side without touching me at all. "She is so scary." He whispers, but not quietly enough as Lizzie turns to send him a playful glare. "You're in trouble already and you've not even been here 30 seconds." I tease, making him pout like a toddler before Lizzie brings him some food to make him instantly smile again. "Such a child." Lizzie sighs, making me chuckle as she comes to sit on my other side so we can all eat together, gliding her hand over my shoulders as she passes. I can't help but smile as she leaves a quick kiss on my head before we all sit and have something to eat whilst Tom never stops talking. After finishing our food, Tom quickly jumps to clean up as Lizzie checks her flight arrangements before she heads off to make sure she has everything she needs. "How you feeling Harley?" Tom asks once Lizzie is upstairs, making me smile as he turns to face me across the table. "Deffinently better. Just being at home is helping, but my muscles are in a constant state of aching no matter how much I rest in between. It's like I have been bed bound for years." I explain, seeing his smile falter slightly. "They do say you lose muscle 3 times as quickly as you build it. But I'm sure it won't take too long before you start to feel stronger Harley. Muscle memory is something my PT swears by." He adds, making me smile as he feels so confidently in my recovery. Something I keep worrying about whenever I am at the hospital, willing myself to get better faster.

Lizzie soon returns with her last little bag for L.A. then before we know it, it's time for her to leave for the Airport. But before she can try and book a car, Tom jumps up and heads towards her bags. "I hope your not booking a car when I am here!" He jokes, making me laugh as Lizzie gives him an unimpressed look. "Well, you do have someone to look after Holland!" She quips back, but I quickly take her hand in mine as Tom just continues grabbing her bags to take out to the car. "Baby, I'm not bed bound, I can come with you to the Airport." I quickly add, seeing a rush of worry flash past her eyes as she shakes her head gently. "But the Airport can get really busy Harley. Plus, there could be cameras and-" She begins to panic, but I quickly squeeze her hand in my own, pulling her out of it. "Lizzie, I will be fine. People have already taken pictures since I left the hospital and news is out about my leg. And we agreed to put something out when the time is right. But for now, everything is fine. And I can come with you on my crutches." I comfort her, making her slowly smile. "Thank you, baby. I'd like that." She beams, pecking my lips before she helps me up so I can get ready. Once we are all ready to leave, Tom helps me out to the car as Lizzie locks up the doors behind us. Thankfully the traffic is not too bad, and we make it to the Airport with plenty of time for Lizzie to get checked in for her flight. I stay in the car as Tom helps Lizzie get her bags onto a trolley before he offers to get the wheelchair, but I quickly decline, not wanting too many eyes on us so I opt for my crutches instead. "You sure you want to come inside?" Lizzie asks once I am up on my crutches as Tom locks the car. "More than sure." I confirm, making her beam as she walks by my side with Tom pushing her bags inside.

We manage to avoid the few cameras outside before heading towards Lizzie's gate. Tom helps her check in her bags before they come back to where I am standing out of the way of everyone. It's not too busy so we manage to find a quiet corner so we can say goodbye without any interruptions. "Enjoy the premiere Liz. I can't wait to see the show!" Tom quickly pulls Lizzie into a hug to say goodbye, Lizzie warning him to take care of me and not let me do too much before Tom leaves us to have a moment. "I'm going to miss you so much Harley." Lizzie whispers as she comes closer to where I am standing, propped up slightly against the wall. "It's going to be so strange not having you here." I add, making her giggle lightly as she takes a hold of my hoodie, being gentle so I don't lose my balance. "If you need me, no matter what, call me and I will answer. And I can be on a flight back to London if anything happens." She begins to ramble, her eyes glossing over with worry. "Baby." I try and coax her out of it, but she is rambling too much to hear my words, so I gently grab her arms and pull her close, kissing her to stop her falling into a panic. She quickly melts into my lips, kissing me back softly before slowly pulling away to meet my eyes. "Sorry I just, I don't want to leave you Harley. I'm scared that-" I lift my hand up to her face, gently resting it against her cheek as my thumb rests on her lips. "Nothing is going to happen, I have Tom by my side. I'm not as fragile as I was a few weeks ago. I promise you, I will be okay baby. Nothing is going to happen to me when you are in L.A." I try and comfort her, and after a few calming breaths she looks up to meet my eyes. "Promise me you will be safe Soldier." She whispers, making me smile softly as I lean my forehead towards hers. "I promise you, Elizabeth Chase. I'll be safe, careful and not push myself too much." I tell her confidently, making her lips pull into a smile before we share another kiss. "I love you, Harley. I'll see you in a couple of days." She says softly into the small space between us. "I love you too Elizabeth Chase." I reply easily, sharing a few more kisses before she is forced to go. Watching as she leaves through her gate, waving one last time before disappearing towards her flight.

"So, how you feeling mate? Want to head home or go somewhere now we are out?" Tom asks once we are back in the car. I smile over seeing his excited expression, already knowing he wants to kidnap me. "I'm feeling okay. Where are you thinking?" I ask as he starts the car. "How about a walk-through Town? Grab a coffee somewhere?" He suggests and it actually sounds nice just doing something simple. "Sounds good to me." I agree easily, making his smile beam as he leaves the car park and drives towards Town. It doesn't take long to reach a nearby car park, so he parks up and turns to see the slightly crowded streets. A worried look flashing across his face. "Maybe we should take the chair, it's a little busy." He suggests, and as much as I hate the idea of being in my chair, I know he is right. The last thing I want it to have a fall before Lizzie has even got to L.A. "Good idea mate." I add, surprising him a little before he nods and gets out the car to get it for me. I manage to climb into the chair before Tom locks up the car then starts pushing me towards the nearby streets. It doesn't take long before I start receiving the usual looks as people look down at my missing leg, sympathetic smiles on their faces when they see my scarred face to match. But Tom is soon making me laugh again when he starts weaving me in and out of crowds of people. I can't help but get lost in laughter before we find a small café with some outdoor seats. It's a nice day so we make the most of it, finding a table outside before Tom heads inside to order. I have some sunglasses on, knowing Tom is easily recognised, but it doesn't take long to spot some cameras pointing in our direction once Tom is back sitting next to me. "They really can't help themselves can they." Tom huffs, seeing the same cameras, even though he has sunglasses and a cap on, they still manage to find him.

"I'm starting to regret wearing shorts today." I sigh as I see the cameras getting closer. "Do you want to get out of here?" Tom asks, but I quickly shake my head and turn back to facing him. "It's alright. It's not like they haven't already released pictures of me before now." I add before Tom gets into conversation about his latest projects, knowing I love it when he gets passionate about his work. I could sit and listen to him all day talking about work, especially when it is Marvel and Spider-Man related. We end up getting more coffee, enjoying our time out in the Sun as we just talk about anything and everything. But before long, the sky clouds over so we finish our drinks and pack up our stuff to leave. Tom kicks off my breaks and we begin our walk back to the car. Just as I think we are clear of the cameras, more suddenly appear as we are walking down the street. Flashes going off from not too far away, making us both groan as Tom politely waves hoping they disappear rather than follow us. Unfortunately, we are not that lucky, and they continue to follow us down the street wanting as many pictures of Spider-Man as they can. "They seem to love you Holland." I joke, making him chuckle behind me as his feet seem to pick up the pace. But they seem to keep up and get a little closer so we can hear them. "Give us a wave both of you!" "Harley, what happened at the Hospital?" "Why is Lizzie leaving for L.A.? Are you still together?" "Did you get kidnapped on Tour Harley?" I try and ignore the comments, but the closer they get, the more I want to punch every one of them. "Ignore them mate." Tom whispers down to me, grounding me as he tries to move us as fast as he can. We both wave and smile through gritted teeth before getting out of view and reaching the car. I just hope Lizzie is left alone over in L.A.


~~Saturday Morning, L.A.~~

Lizzie POV

After a longer flight than usual, getting to L.A. in the early morning hours, I got home pretty quickly without the major traffic during the day. I made sure to ring Harley to let her know I was home safe before she let me go to get some sleep. I have so much to fit into two days, so I only managed a few hours sleep before having to be up to get ready for my meeting early in the morning. After a quick phone call with Rachel to make sure I was awake and in L.A. I got myself ready, sending a message to Harley to keep in touch as much as I can before calling my driver to take me to my meeting, knowing I am still too tired to be driving myself. Thankfully, Rachel had a coffee in hand when I arrived at the office, so I gratefully took it before following her to the meeting room where my team is waiting. I greet everyone as I get comfortable in the chair, taking out my laptop and anything else I might need before getting started. "Before we start, how is Harley doing Lizzie?" One of my team asks, making me smile as I hug my hands around my coffee. "She's doing amazingly. Recovering at home now so she is getting stronger day by day. it's still a long road ahead, but she is getting there. Thank you for asking." I explain, everyone smiling genuinely happy about her health before we slowly catch up until things really get started. We quickly manage to cover everything for later today at the Premiere, thankfully it's a small one, so I won't be needed for too long. Once we are all on board with today, Rachel suddenly clears her throat to speak. A sense of nervousness radiating from her as she checks over her notes before saying anything.

"So, as you know, you have some upcoming projects that we have discussed and signed onto." She begins, and instantly my heart begins to race at the thought of something coming up sooner than expected. Especially now. "One of these projects is with Marvel, following on from Endgame." Instantly I find myself both smiling and panicking at what is to come. "The show is yet to have a name, but it is going to be a Series following Wanda and Vision post Endgame. And Marvel have got the green light to begin production." Rachel goes over a few more details before getting to the most important part. "They are hoping to get started as early as November." My heart sinks at her words, my heart and mind racing instantly. "That's only 2 Months away." I add, everyone turning to face where I am sitting nervously pulling at my now empty coffee cup. "It is. And I know it's not ideal timing, but the contract has been signed and agreed too." The team around me goes on to discuss some of the details, including my move to Atlanta and how long I will be there for. But my mind loses focus, worrying instantly about how Harley will be in no fit state to fly out to Atlanta by then, which means leaving her again. Only this time, it will be for Months, not days. My eyes almost glossing over at the thought of being away from her for weeks without seeing her, leaving her to continue recovering without me. I can feel my heart breaking slightly the more the meeting goes on for, talking about how long the project could take, possibly going months without being able to be by Harley's side. And as much as I want to right now, there is on backing out of this contract.

Thankfully, the meeting doesn't go on for much longer after that, everyone thanking me for being able to be in L.A. before we all go our separate ways knowing there are still some arrangements before the Premiere tonight. When I am back in the car, I take out my phone, instantly seeing that everyone has been forwarding some articles and pictures. I open one link, instantly my smile is back as I giggle looking at my phone screen. A recent article from London appears, a stupid headline that I pay no mind to before I scroll down and see pictures of Harley and Tom together. Laughing and smiling outside a coffee shop. I can't help but admire Harley, seeing her looking so relaxed and carefree in her chair. Something I thought would take longer for her to get used too, especially out in public. But I know being around Tom makes her forget about everything with his infectious laughter. When a text comes through from Harley asking how I am, I quickly call her, wanting to hear about her day. My smile only growing hearing her voice. "Hey beautiful." My heart jumps hearing her words through the phone, everything seeming so much better as soon as I hear her voice. "Hey trouble." I tease, making her laugh instantly as I ask about her day with Tom. "You had a good day then?" I ask, already hearing how happy she sounds just talking about it. "Really good. How was your meeting?" Harley quickly asks, instantly my smile fades, but I know this is something I want to talk to her about in person, not over the phone. "Great. Just discussing everything for the Premiere." I tell her, instantly she wants to know everything, so I tell her what was said before I ask her what she is doing. Knowing she is relaxed watching TV with Tom and Maisie is enough to make all my worries disappear before we say our goodbyes just as I arrive at home.

I come off the phone feeling a lot lighter, but I know I need to tell Harley about what is coming up in my career soon. For now, I know I need to concentrate on tonight. I thank my driver before getting out the car and heading into the house, knowing my team will be here soon to help me get ready, I decide on making something to eat before starting to get ready. My thoughts floating to one thing, Harley. Wondering if she will be able to come with me to Atlanta, or if she will have to stay in London. I hate the idea of being apart for so long again, but I know she will not want me to miss out of something like this. I just have to hope that we won't have to spend months apart, and somehow, we manage to come up with a way to not be apart for too long. Nearly losing her is constantly playing on my mind, and being away from her only makes me worried I will lose her again. I want to be by her side through anything and everything, never leaving her to struggle alone. I want to help her get stronger, be there through everything. I want to see her walk again for the first time, see her become the strong Soldier she is deep down. She is always the one to put everyone else first, but for now, she is my number one priority. She always has been and always will be, but right now, it is more important to me than anything else that I am there for her. No matter what she needs. I will never lose her again, I can't lose her again.

I won't survive.