And Always.

Chapter 2

(Sorry By Halsey)

Harley's Pov

My phone rang, as I got dressed to go on stage. I looked down at the number, desperately waiting to one day see his number pop up on my phone. In the past five years, the only thing that would ever pop up, would be his notifications.

I was logged into The Rejects twitter, and Instagram, but i couldn't post anything. And if i did, it was deleted quicker than anyone could get a notification. I didn't recognize the number so I let it ring. Part of me wanted to pick it up, but another part of me was too scared to.

"Ace, open the door." I heard Kevin's voice fill my dressing room. I unlocked the door and he waltzed in like he owned the place.

"Your singing, Sorry, tonight. I need older songs to be sung." My mouth hung open as I looked at him.

"Please don't. Anything else-" My voice cracked, as the tears filled my eyes. I hate that song. It's an amazing song, but I hate the way it makes me feel.

"You're singing it. End of story, no arguments." He left the dressing room and I stood there, with the door closed and locked, with tears filling my eyes.

My phone dinged once more, causing me to draw my attention to it. I unlocked it, voicemail. I clicked on it, turning my phone on speaker, before I started to put my heels on and zip them up.

"Ace! We need you on the stage now!" I stopped the voicemail before it even started, and turned my phone off, running out of the dressing room. I was escorted out to the front, and I stood on stage, the curtain closed, people screaming, and the boys looking at me with smiles on their faces.

The sound of Abu playing the piano filled the stadium as the curtains were raised. The skin tight red dress, and sparkly books, adorned my body.

"I still know your birthday, and your mothers favorite song." The tears threatened to fall from my eyes, as I looked out at the crowd, hoping to see his face in one of the strangers. He was always nowhere to be found. But I scanned the crowd still hoping I would see his face.

I looked over at Yomar, knowing that at any second, I could break, in front of thousands of people. He nodded his head, and I closed my eyes.

"Someone will love you, but someone isn't me."

Once the concert was over, I went back into the dressing room, and sat there staring at myself in the mirror for a couple of minutes.

Who did I become?

I unlocked my phone, noticing the voicemail, and clicked on it, while sitting there. Silence filled the other end of the line, but it was 6 minutes, and 12 seconds long.

"Um... I don't even know why I'm doing this. Happy what would've been 5 years together. I'm getting a new phone and a new number, so i can tell myself that's why you haven't been calling or texting. Or maybe I'm calling for closure that you'll never come back. Maybe this isn't even your number anymore. I miss you, Armstrong. So fucking much. Five years being apart is not doing me good." There were a few seconds of silence that filled the room, and I cried. The tears fell from my eyes so quickly once I heard the familiar voice.

"Harley Willows, I need you to come back to me. Nothing is the same without you. It's been so long, and I still love you as much as I did the first day I laid eyes on you. Skylar and Ranboo have a house, they are engaged, she runs her own business. Belle wants to wait to get married till you come back, same with Sky." There was a pause of silence.