Eight | W2S

TWENTY SEVEN.

The door remained open as Harry left, and I sank to my knees.

My apartment was quiet for all of a few seconds, because a rush of feet at the doorway caught my attention.

I got back onto my feet, wiping my eyes. "Harry?" I asked reproachfully, but the person standing in the doorway was not who I wanted to see.

It was Faith, and she had a look on her face I couldn't decipher.

"I have so many questions, but they can wait," she spoke quickly, shutting my door and rushing over to me, clearly seeing the distress I was in. "Kenzie, sweetheart," she spoke gently, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing tight.

I said nothing, but sobbed into her arms. We both shook, because of how overwhelmed with sadness I was. She didn't ask anything, like she said she wouldn't, but instead held me, soothed me, grounded me.

We stayed that way for what felt like forever, but couldn't have been less than ten minutes.

When the tears started to slow, and became more occasional, Faith loosened her grip on me.

"Cup of tea or wine?" She asked, trying to lighten the mood and joke around.

"I want to say wine but I have a Sidemen shoot tomorrow, I don't think a hangover is going to make it any easier," I sniff, choosing the cup of tea.

She nodded her head. "Go get cosy in bed, I'll make it and come join you, yeah?" She suggested, giving me one last squeeze.

I headed off to my bedroom by myself, and all it took was one look at the bed before I was crying again.

We'd shared a bed last night. We'd woken up in it together this morning, and now we were over.

If we were anything to begin with.

Reluctantly, I took myself to the bathroom, facing my reflection in the mirror.

I looked like an absolute state. My makeup was all smudged, my face was red and blotchy, and I knew I'd wake up with swollen eyes tomorrow. That, and a sore throat.

As best as I could, I removed my makeup, not bothering to clean up after myself. My pyjamas were in a pile on the side of my floor, so I quickly put them on and sat in bed, waiting for Faith.

I found myself automatically checking my phone, like I was expecting a message from Harry.

Like he would ever want anything to do with me again.

As if like a machine, I clicked on our chat, my heart hurting at the last chain of text messages.

To: Harry

Can you grab the noodles from Chi Town again plsssss 🙏🏼

Of course I can
Extra hot??

You know me too well hehe

Course I do. See you in about an hour x

"Cup of tea," Faith's voice rang out, bringing me out of my nightmare.

I look up, and try to smile appreciatively, although I'm not entirely sure it meets my eyes.

"Thanks," I say, holding out my hand to take the mug from her. It doesn't take her long to get comfortable in my bed with me, pulling my duvet up and over us both.

I don't mention how I'm able to smell Harry's scent on the sheets, despite only washing them yesterday.

"What happened?" She asks softly, offering an invitation for me to speak.