Meant For You

Breaking Down

Chapter 17: Breaking Down

---Harry POV---

I just got the call,

I really don't want to go.

I look over to Hope who's still sleeping in the bed. I don't want to leave her. This is my job but I can't bear to leave her. I let out a sigh and drop my face into my hands.

5 minutes earlier...

I wake up to the blaring of my iPhone. Groaning, I roll over to answer it. This better be good. I gently remove my arm from around Hope's body and she rolls over to press her face into my shoulder.

"Hold on a sec." I say quietly when I answer my phone. I put it down on the bedside table again and turn to face Hope properly. "I have to take this call Love." I whisper gently into her ear and Hope mumbles in return. Kissing her temple lightly I remove myself from the her warm body to perch lightly on the edge of the bed, stretching to retrieve my phone again.

"Hello?" I ask tiredly, barely stifling a yawn.

"Harry? It's Simon. How are you boy?" The voice claiming to be Simon says and I try to wake myself up a little more.

"Uncle Simon, hey. I'm doing good, how are you?" I ask in return, making small talk.

"I'm good. Listen, Harry, you have to come into the office later. The tour starts soon and we need to go over the itinerary." Simon commands and my entire body freeze. The Take Me Home World Tour. I totally forgot about that. I suck in a breath and turn to Hope again. I won't be able to see her properly for just shy of a year. I don't think I can do that.

"Harry? You still there? Harry?" I hear Simon say into his phone.

"Um, yeah, I'm here. Sorry, I just spaced out for a second." I say distractedly, still staring at Hope. My chest feels suddenly tighter and I feel as though I can't drag in enough air into my lungs. I slump forwards and reach out my hand. I had to touch her. I needed to know she hadn't run away from me, I needed to make sure she was really still here. Even though I won't be.

"Harry, listen to me. You need to get to the office for 11 this morning. Can you do that?" He asks and I can tell by the edge in his voice that he's getting frustrated. I quickly check the clock in my room. 8:30 am.

"Sure. I can get there." I say and then groan. "Look, I have to go Si. I just... I haven't talked to Hope about this yet and I -" I begin but he doesn't let me finish my thought.

"You listen here Harry. If that girl tries to talk you out of going on this tour, or she renders you unable to perform or we have a repeat performance of last night, I will not hesitate to make you end your relationship with her. Got it?" His voice is steely and venomous, and for a second I wonder if he's really like what I always thought he was.

I swallow.

"Yeah, I've got it Simon." I say. "I'll see you at 11." I reply brusquely and hang up.

How am I going to tell her?

Present time...

"Harry. Harry, Harry." I hear Hope calling my name curiously and I jerk my head up from my hands.

"Morning Sweetheart." I coo and lean over to kiss her. She pulls away.

"What's wrong?" She asks, staring up into my eyes. She knows me so well.

"I need to talk to you about something." I say as I stare back at her. I see a flash of panic run through her eyes before it's gone. Replaced by reassuring calm.