Catching Kelce

Revisiting the past

Milan
Dua 

As the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, I stirred from my slumber, nestling closer to Travis's comforting warmth. But before I could fully embrace the tranquility of the moment, my phone erupted with a cacophony of notifications, shattering the peacefulness of our embrace.

With a sense of unease gnawing at my stomach, I reached for my phone, my heart pounding with trepidation as I unlocked the screen to a flood of messages from my closest friends. Zendaya, Hunter, Megan, Renée, Madison – they were all asking about the same thing: the leaked song.

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I scrolled through the messages, each one adding to the growing sense of anxiety building within me. I dropped my phone unable to process to it.

Travis's concerned voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, his arm wrapped protectively around me as he reached for my phone, his brows furrowing as he read through the messages.

As Travis read through the messages on my phone, his expression mirrored my own confusion and concern. "What's going on, Dua?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

"I don't know," I admitted, my fingers trembling slightly as I scrolled through the flood of notifications. "Everyone's asking about a leaked song, so but I haven't heard anything about it."

Travis's arm tightened around me, offering silent reassurance as he processed the news. "Do you want me to look into it?" he offered, his gaze filled with determination.

Interrupted by my phone going off I'm unable to answer his question.

As the unfamiliar London area code flashed across my phone screen, a wave of apprehension washed over me. Without hesitation, I handed the phone to Travis, my heart pounding with uncertainty.

Travis's brow furrowed in confusion as he answered the call, his voice calm but cautious. "Hello?" he greeted, his gaze flickering to me as I stood beside him, my stomach churning with nerves.

After a brief exchange, Travis held out the phone to me, his expression unreadable. "It's for you."

Taking a deep breath, I accepted my phone. "Hello?" I said tentatively.

"Hey, Dua," came the familiar voice on the other end of the line. It was Harry Styles, my ex-boyfriend, whom I hadn't spoken to in nearly a year. The memory of our drunken hook-up at his band member's Mitch's wedding flashed through my mind.

Summoning every ounce of courage I possessed, I steadied my voice and replied, "Harry, what's going on?" But even as the words left my lips, I knew deep down that I wasn't prepared for whatever answer he might give.

As Travis quietly slipped out of the room, leaving me to face the unexpected conversation with Harry alone, a sense of unease settled over me. I held the phone to my ear, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

Harry's voice filled the silence, his words tinged with a mixture of regret and uncertainty. "Dua, I need to talk to you about something," he began, his tone grave.

I listened in disbelief as he mentioned the leaked song, "Eternal Sunshine," his voice weighted with the weight of the past. My heart sank as his words registered, and I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

"What do you mean, Harry?" I asked, my voice trembling with apprehension. "I don't understand. What lyrics are you talking about?"

"Harry, I don't understand," I said, my voice trembling with uncertainty. "What lyrics are you talking about?"

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Harry responded, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency. "The lyrics from 'Eternal Sunshine,'" he explained, his tone somber. "I heard the song, Dua. I know what it's about."

My heart sank as his words washed over me, the reality of the situation hitting me like a tidal wave. I hadn't even realized that the song had leaked, let alone that Harry had heard it.

"I-I didn't know," I stammered, my mind racing to make sense of it all. "I didn't mean for anyone to hear it yet. It wasn't supposed to be released."

There was a moment of silence as Harry absorbed my words, his voice softening with regret. "Dua, I'm so sorry," he said earnestly. "I never meant to hurt you like that. I know I messed up, and I'll never forgive myself for it."

Despite the years that had passed since our tumultuous breakup, hearing Harry's remorseful words stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within me. Part of me wanted to believe that he truly regretted his actions, while another part remained guarded, wary of opening old wounds.

"I...I appreciate your honesty, Harry," I replied finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I need some time to process all of this. I hope you can understand."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Harry spoke again, his voice heavy with emotion. "I still love you, Dua," he said softly. "I always have, and I always will."

My heart ached at his words, the memories of our past relationship flooding back with painful clarity. "I don't know what to say, Harry." I said.

"I want to hear the album before it's released if that's alright." He said.

As Harry's request hung in the air, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through me. On one hand, I wanted to honor his request and provide him with the closure he sought. But on the other hand, the thought of facing him in person dredged up painful memories that I had long tried to bury.

"I-I don't know, Harry," I stammered, my voice betraying my inner turmoil. "It's... it's not that simple."

There was a heavy silence on the other end of the line, as if Harry was grappling with his own emotions. When he finally spoke again, his voice was tinged with a mix of sadness and determination.

"Dua, I understand that this isn't easy for either of us," he said softly. "But I think it's important for both of us to confront our past, no matter how painful it may be."

"I-I'll think about it, Harry," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't make any promises."

With that, I ended the call, feeling a mixture of sadness and confusion washing over me. I didn't know what the future held, but one thing was certain – my song had opened up old wounds, forcing me to confront the lingering feelings I felt for Harry.

Author's note
Harry's back