3. *evening* what do i do?
It was 6:00 pm and Harry still hadn't arrived home, i don't know why im acting this way but something doesn't seem right, as if he were not telling me something. I sat on the leather lounge, flicking through various chanels, not happy with any programme that was on. My phone started to vibrate against the wodden table,
'we never learn do we,
so i want to live in a wooden house,
i want to live life, and always be true.'
The ringtone ever so meaningful, i knew who was ringing. I picked up my phone, and placed it against my ear, humming to the soothing sound.
"hello Mace, it's Eric." my back fell against the couch, my legs being brough up against my chest.
I sighed into the phone, resting my elbow on the edge of the lounge. "Eric, how are you? You never call anymore."
I could sense the discomfort, "I have been busy with the buisness and the shop i now own downtown."
I nodded understandingly, even though he wasn't here.
"We need to discuss a very important issue, please be at the Dolton's coffee shop this friday at noon." He coughed, urgant for my answer.
I sat up, now interested. "I'll be there."
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Fanfiction*CONTAINS SOME SEXUAL CONTENT* Macey and Harry have been broken up for 2 months and are finding it difficult to cope. With Harry out, nights on end along side his training and Macey staying home trying to figure her life out, will there frustration...
