Shutterbug [H.S]

Eleven

Mila's POV

The second I was done painting Harry's nails I excused myself from the room, Harry and Mitch thankfully being involved in what appeared to be a lengthy conversation, making it quite easy to slip away and pretend that whatever had happened, didn't, or at least do my best to think so.

Somehow my mind felt like it was full of a thousand thoughts at once, yet at the same time the silence was unbearably loud. With my phone clenched tightly in hand, I brushed past the crew that were scurrying up and down the halls going about their own business in preparation for the first of two Chicago shows taking place tonight, a closed mouth smile naturally falling upon my lips as I tried not to draw attention to the fact I wanted to get as far away from the dressing room as I possibly could.

Was he going in for a kiss?

Quickly dismissing the thought with a shake of my head, I pushed through the heavy double doors leading to the arena, thankful that it seemed to only be the usual crew ensuring that everything was perfectly in place and working efficiently. I climbed up the first set of stairs accessible, making my way as far to the top as I could.

Nothing was going to happen, get out of your head, Mila.

As if right on cue, my phone began buzzing in my hand, a picture of Evelyn and I taking over the screen as her name popped up at the top. My cheeks deflated as I let out a puff of hair, hitting the green circle before bringing the phone up to my ear. Before I could even get a word out, her voice was ricocheting off of my eardrum. "She's alive!!" Although I wanted to roll my eyes at her dramatic tone, I couldn't help but smile hearing her voice, I guess I hadn't really realized how much I missed it. "Are you busy?"

"Hi Evy-" I laughed lightly to myself, "Nope, not busy right now...what's up?"

"Having to go to the gym by myself because my best friend abandoned me to go take photos of some rando." She paused briefly, a light laugh mixed with the sound of her car door shutting in the background. "How's everything going? Still a dream or has Harry turned into some super mega villain?" 

Everything was going great, I literally had nothing to complain about, yet this question sent a fog over my brain and a twinge in the pit of my stomach at the sound of his name. "Still feel like I have to pinch myself every day-" I admitted. "It's amazing, you're gonna love everyone when you meet them."

"Mils-" Her tone was dry, a lump forming in my throat as I just hummed in reply, truthfully a hum seemed to be all I could manage at the moment. "You know you're bad at acting like nothing is wrong, right? I know you too well for that shit. What's going on? Are you okay?" There was a shift in her tone that was now dripping with sincerity. From my perspective I hadn't given any indication that there was anything wrong, because there really wasn't. I was traveling the world, doing what I love, the literal experience of a lifetime.

But I'm starting to feel something I shouldn't be. That's what's wrong.

"Mils?"

How does she always know?

Giving my head a shake, I blinked out of my thoughts. "Sorry...got distracted."

"By your own thoughts?" She asked, already knowing she was right. "Talk to me."

"Everything really is fine and going well, Ev, I don't know-" The sigh on the other end of the phone indicated the dissatisfaction with my answer. I slumped back into the seat, propping my feet up on the row in front of me. "I just....I think something might have almost just happened... but it didn't and it can't, so I just don't really wanna divulge any details. It would be pointless."