FLICKER (h.s. au)

17.

Seventeen

Emery Rivera

It's been a few days since my visit to the office. I have since then holed myself and Luna up in the apartment. God, I was so stupid to believe Harry, even for a second. When I heard Delaney's voice on the other side of the door, it was a whole different type of annoyance because I almost fell for it. I almost fell for all the lies Harry was obviously feeding me.

Maybe Delaney was the one that kissed him in the Philippines but why the hell was she showing up to his office with fucking cannolis?

Harry's called me at least five times a day, sometimes more if the world is really against me. Along with those phone calls are texts and emails, lots of them.

Despite his persistent attempts to reach me, I've resisted every urge to answer or read any of his messages. I need space to clear my head. I can't deal with his excuses and explanations right now. I've even thought about changing my number to avoid the incessant calls, but that might be a bit drastic.

As much as I try to convince myself that I'm better off without Harry, there's a nagging feeling of doubt and hurt that lingers. The uncertainty about what really happened with Delaney and why she's paying visits at the office confuses me on whether I can trust Harry anymore and it's eating at me.

Sent Thursday, 4:28 PM
Emery,

I'm sorry. I fucked up, really badly. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I know it was Ben, I went through all the security footage and I saw him walk out with your laptop... God, Emery I'm so sorry. Please answer me so we can talk. Please.

Yours,
Harry x

Sent Thursday, 5:17 PM
Emery,

I hope you're at least reading these emails... I don't expect you to answer. You have every right to be upset. I know I messed up. I will make this right. I miss you. I miss Luna. I miss all of us together like how we're supposed to be. There's so much I want to say to you, Em. So much. Please respond.

Yours,
Harry x

Sent Friday, 1:33 PM
Emery,

I worked in your office today. I'm sorry. I don't know if that's weird, or an invasion of privacy. I didn't go through anything, I swear. I just used your desk. I don't know why- well I do know why. I miss you and your office is filled with you. It smells like you, it has that picture of you and Luna on your desk. Lavender items scatter your office, reminding me of how much you love the damn color. It's the only trace of you that I've got now.

I miss you.

Yours,
Harry x

Sent Friday, 2:00 PM
Emery,

I've realized that you're probably not going to respond to any of these emails, but I'm going to keep sending them anyways. I miss you and I want nothing more than to fix things between us. If that takes me emailing you over and over again to get your attention, I'll do it.

Yours,
Harry x

He's right about one thing; I'm not planning on responding to any of these emails, despite the few times my fingers naturally started to write a response. As much as I would love to just block him, I kind of like the fact that he's begging for my attention. It feels good.

It also feels amazing for him to admit that I was right. He watched the footage for himself, and he now knows with 100% certainty that I could never leak his work like that. Now that my name's been cleared, that's all I really care about. Now it's just one more week of being his assistant, then one more performance at the gala next week, and then I'd be done.