Two weeks had now passed since I'd seen Harry last walk out of my apartment.
Two weeks in which I had been very busy. I had travelled back home for a week, written a fair few songs, and had even returned back to Sidemen shoots.
A meeting with Blue Horizons yesterday had settled some more album details, where it was agreed my album would have twelve songs. It was a compromise between all of us.
And then today. I was booked in to film a podcast for Side Plus at twelve, so I was on my way to the studio.
It was totally a coincidence that I ended up driving straight to my favourite smoothie place. Genuinely.
"Martin!" I greeted joyfully, leaning against the counter smiling over at the cheery looking man.
"Kenzie, long time no see! How's life?" He asks, already reaching for a cup.
I pause for a second, deciding on my answer. "Busy. But not too busy to come back to my favourite place," I grin, my card in my hand ready to pay.
"How lucky I am to have a customer so loyal — but, oh! Just wait one moment, I need to grab some ice from out back. I won't be two seconds," he excuses himself, disappearing out the door and leaving me by myself.
The door opened, another customer wandering in and I move over a little to let them browse.
But something looks incredibly familiar about them — but from where I'm stood, looking down at my phone, I don't want to be rude and suddenly stare at them directly in the face.
I keep my gaze on my phone, trying my hardest to subtly look over.
The shoes are standard, you see them all over London, but their scent — it's one I wouldn't forget. And that's when I realise.
"Harry?" I ask, unable to stop myself from snapping my head up, and doing exactly what I said I wouldn't — staring at him directly in the face.
He mustn't have been able to see my face either, because my voice comes as a surprise to him too, and we're both now stood directly parallel, both in an utter state of shock and awkwardness.
"Hi," he says finally, reverting back in to his awkward self. He'd never been like that with me before, and it killed me.
"Are you — are you okay?" I ask, desperately aiming to create some sort of conversation. I wanted to talk to him. I missed him.
"I'm — er, I'm going to go get a drink somewhere else," is all he says, and without saying goodbye he turns on his heel and leaves the shop before I'm able to get another word out.
And I'm left, stood in a state of shock and embarrassment. I'm in disbelief. I knew he was mad, and hurt about what had happened between us, but I barely even recognised him after that reaction.
Our momentary reunion had left me off kilter, my heart sinking as all of the memories of our argument started to flood back into my mind. Coming into the shop, I had been in high spirits, excited to grab my smoothie and film the podcast. But now, I felt like sinking into the ground.
Martin reappeared from the storage room, a fresh bucket of ice in his arms, completely oblivious to what had just happened.
"Sorry about that! One tropical smoothie coming right up."
Forcing a smile, I tried to mask the inner turmoil that was brewing inside of me. "Actually, I'm gonna take a rain check on the smoothie. Just remembered I have an errand I have to run before filming," I lied, wanting to get out of there as quickly as I could.
He looked at me with concern. "Is everything okay?" He asks, sounding genuinely worried.
Still trying my best to put on a brave face, I nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, no, I just got a message from one of the guys asking me to grab something. I don't wanna be late and all that," I ramble, apologising once more and legging it out of the shop, straight back to my car.
