Cold Season

Chapter Nine

I've always loved the feeling of just waking up. There's that split second where everything is serene and you forget about all of your worries, but then reality sucks you back in. That's how it is every morning, but today it hit me hard.

I checked my phone, no texts from Harry. Although, I did have one from Gemma:

Not quite sure what happened between you and Harry, he refuses to talk about it. You can come by Harry's and talk, or the airport. You know when were leaving, Gem.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was everywhere and my makeup looked hideous. I walked out of my room to make coffee and Pheobe was already pouring herself a cup.

"What happened to you?"

I couldn't be mad at her, it's not like she meant to break us up, she didn't even know he'd see it.

"Can you just make me some coffee? Please?"

"Here," she said handing me her mug, "Now are you going to tell me what happened?"

I sighed, "Harry broke up with me." I feel like if I talked about it I'd cry.

"What? What happened?" she said sitting in the bar stool next to me.

"Um," I didn't want to make it seem like it was her fault, but it kind of was, "He saw the text you sent me."

"Oh fuck, Em, I'm sorry. I was joking, completely. I know how much you like him, and how much he likes you."

"Yeah, but he wont talk to me so I think I'll just see what happens after Christmas. But, I don't feel like talking so I'm gonna go shower," I said pushing myself up from the counter. Pheobe just looked at me, she felt bad and I hate that.

While I stood in the shower I thought about everything, the shower is my thinking place. I couldn't wait until after Christmas, that's too long. I need to atleast clear the air now. I got out of the shower, dried my hair, and got dressed.

"Where are you going?" Pheobe asked me as I grabbed my satchel off the counter.

"Harrys, I gotta explain things," I ran out the door.

Immediately I got a cab and found myself at Harry's door. I knocked a few times before the door opened. Harry was in sweatpants and a tee shirt, and he looked over-tired. He stood in the doorway,

"Can I come in?"

Harry dropped his arm from the frame and motioned for me to come inside. I looked around and surprisingly his apartment wasn't as clean as usual, he had clothes everywhere and a few dishes in the sink.

"I'm leaving soon," he said sitting down on his couch.

"I know," I sat down next to him. I looked him in the eyes, the shine wasn't there anymore. Now there wasn't even a sliver of emotion in his cool eyes. "Harry, will you let me explain now?" He nodded his head in agreement.

"When I first saw you I was taken back by how handsome you were, and then you left that tip. I told my friend Pheobe about it and she already knew of you because she loves Gemma. She wanted me to see you again in hopes of her meeting Gemma, and after our first date I told her that I couldn't use you like that," I took in a deep breath, "After a while, Harry, I began to fall for you."

He looked at me, and I saw it, I felt it. I saw his eyes light up like they always do.

"Emerson, I hope you know I wasn't going to leave until things were right with us. I mean, look at the place," he laughed.

"Let me help you clean up, it's the least I can do," I said getting up from the couch.

"I normally would decline, but I leave in two hours and there's a lot to do. Let's get to work!"

Harry played music while we cleaned and the two hours went by way faster than either of us wanted them to. I rode with Harry to the airport so I could tell him and Gemma goodbye.

He held my hand as we walked into the airport, and with Gemma nearby there was paparazzi.

"I'm glad to see you two worked things out," Gemma smiled, "I'll see you soon?" she said giving me a hug.

"I'm counting on it! Have a safe trip Gem."

"Alright, I'll leave you two, but make it quick because we leave soon," she said and walked away.

Harry hugged me and rested his chin on my head, "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you so much," I said into his chest. He left me some of his shirts that smelled like him so I wouldn't miss him too much, not that it'd help much.

"I'll call you every night, and before you know it we'll be in Paris. Oh, and before I forget," he said handing me a gift box.

"What is this?" I said smiling.

"Don't open it until you're home." I hate surprises and he knows that, but I guess I'll follow his orders.

They announced his flight over the intercom, "I guess that's my cue to go," he said kissing me on the forehead, "I love you."

Before I could say anything he was gone, and those three words lingered in my mind.