One Night Only - HS

5

ANALYN POV

Walking into the kitchen, I place the wine glasses into the sink and fill them with water. I move around Harry's house like it's my own. Once we got past the expected awkwardness, Harry and I act just as we always would around each other.  Maybe I handle my anxiety better these days or maybe it's the comfort of Harry. Maybe he just makes me feel at ease.

That sounds so stupid.
I need to relax.

I walk out of the kitchen, smiling small as I pass Harry and go straight towards the wall I noticed when we first walked in.

Some framed gold and platinum RIAA records hang on the wall while awards and a few pictures line the small floating shelf. Various vinyl pressings of his albums are framed on the wall all the including his newest Fine Line.

"Got this one up pretty fast," I turn to see Harry already walking towards me.
"I'm pretty proud of it," he says looking at it.

I smile looking at some of the pictures. Some framed while others are just taped to the wall. Most of the people I don't even recognize besides him and my smile weakens.

"I feel like you've had a whole life out there," I almost whisper.

"What do you mean?" He whispers, slight humor in his voice.

We had broken up right as he started his first world tour. We had made it through his American tour and then I was with him for a few Europe/UK shows until things I wasn't.

While my flight was taking off, Harry was taking the stage.

You'd be surprised how fast you can get a flight on Halloween, apparently no one really likes to fly then.

I look over to him. "I just- I feel like you've lived a whole different life ever since we.." I drift off.

"Ever since we broke up,"  I meet his eyes as he says the words. There's a hint of a smile on his face but it doesn't nothing to ease the awkwardness I immediately feel.

I hate talking about it, I hate even thinking about it. I nervously distract myself by smoothing my dress.

I dont think either of use were surprised by the breakup.

The nagging feeling of 'how long can this actually last?' was always in the back of my head in one form or another. We fought like every couple does and then we started fighting more. Never having much closure, we just silently accepted that we are no longer a significant part of each other's lives. Talking about it now doesn't feel any less awkward.

Before I can run my hand down my dress a millionth time, Harry catches my wrist gently and I'm praying the shock isn't evident on my face.

"It's okay to say it Analyn," he says, keeping his voice gentle. "we can call it what it is."

I move my lips anxiously to the side and my hand swings his. Harry immediately starts rubbing his thumb across my hands and the swinging slowly stops.

"Kinda feels like we shouldn't talk about it," I say sheepishly.
"We dont have to. But I rather acknowledge it than feel awkward about ignoring it" I nod.

Why does he always have to make sense?

"It happened and it's real," he says. He ducks down to get eye level with me grabbing both of my hands. "but it's also in the past. And we're here now." He smiles big and I can't help but return it.

He pulls our hands up quickly kissing my knuckles. The gesture is familiar and I try to remain composed.

"So tell me about it then," I smile, looking at him.
"'Bout what?" He smiled back.
"The life you lived, I wanna know."
"Okay," he smiles.