"Hey it's Harry! Leave a message and I'll ring ya' as soon as I can! All the love!"
"Hey Harry! I know we haven't talked in awhile, but I've been busy with preparing a huge order for a wedding this weekend and Dylan took me to a Mets game a couple days ago so I haven't been able to catch up with you. Not that I'd call what we're doing as catching up... it's more like me trying to be your friend and you cutting me out completely. That's okay though, you never were one to dwell on things that you didn't care about. I won't give up though... I can't. You were there for me anytime I needed you to be, even if I was screaming my lungs out or crying until I couldn't breath, you were there always and forever. So, I don't know what's going on with you but I'll be there when you're ready to tell me why you really left because I don't believe it was that night that caused you to leave. It has to be something more... it has too. Love you, sweetheart."
Voicemail Received.
12:56 p.m. April 15, 2015.
a/n: idk what i'm doing. nobody's even reading this lolol :')
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Dial Tones | h.s.
Fanfiction" i've listened to your dial tone over and over again, so much so, that it's starting to sound like i love you. "
