Eight | W2S

FIFTY SIX.

"So," I say quietly, holding onto a now lukewarm cup of tea, on the first day of the year. "It's decided, then?"

Harry nods his head. "First session booked for next Saturday," he confirms, closing his laptop, taking hold of my arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Spending two hours of the first day of the year discussing our relationship problems was not what I had in mind, but it had finally led us towards a solution that would hopefully, in turn, solve our overlying issue.

"We'll work it out. We always do," he promises, his words acting as a hug, bringing me comfort in a time where it felt like it was limited.

"Can we try and keep the fact that we're heading to couples therapy a secret? I don't know if I want all of our friends knowing, and I definitely do not want the entire internet knowing," I request, although I already know his answer.

He nods his head, and we sit in silence for a moment, but this time it feels natural again, like everything is starting to fall back into place.

I know we're both still at opposite ends of the argument of children, but we both promised we'd really try and empathise with each other at our therapy session, which in itself was a huge deal for me.

I was still very sure that I would never want children, but I was willing to talk it through — for him. Only for him.

"So, we're not back at work for the next week and a bit, have you got any plans? I was thinking we could go away for a weekend? Just the two of us?" He asks hopefully, a small grin on his face.

And in this moment, I realised. There was nothing I loved more than spending time with, and making Harry happy.

"I'd love —" I start, until my phone starts to ring, interrupting my sentence. A quick glance down shows me that it's Blue Horizons calling, meaning that it's probably an important call. "One sec."

"Hello?" I ask, holding my phone up to my ear.

"Kenzie! Hello, it's Jess from Blue Horizons. How are you doing?"

"I'm alright, thanks!" I reply, trying to keep my wavering voice steady, knowing that whatever they had to say would either be fantastic news, or awful news.

I can feel Harry's eyes burning into me, and it attracts my attention, where he shoots me a reassuring look.

I put the phone onto speaker, dropping it onto the counter, Harry moving to my side, an arm snaking around my waist.

"Amazing! So, I come with good news. There is an amazing opportunity for you," Jess continues to say, and now my heart really is pounding.

"What is it?" I just about manage to ask, squeezing Harry's hand so hard it starts to turn white.

"Taylor Swift would like for you to open her tour for the North American leg," Jess says, and the words don't even sound real.

I look at Harry, my jaw dropping in surprise, and his face mirrors mine. Complete and utter shock, although there's an underlying expression on his face that I can't quite read.

"Kenzie? Have I still got you?" Jess repeats, after several silent moments pass.

I redirect my attention to the phone. "Yes, hi, sorry, just freaking out a tiny little bit," I reply, only just managing to force a little laugh.

She laughs back. "Look, I can appreciate this is a big decision, so I won't force you to make a decision right now. I'll phone you back in two days, unless you phone me back first. The tour starts in the middle of March, and runs until early August, so you'll be in America for five months. Talk it through with your people, and if you want to accept, we can discuss everything in greater detail. Sound good?"