Frozen Hands [h.s.]

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HARRY'S POV

As the day goes by, Laurence and I have a lot of fun. We talk a lot, about everything going from the band to her studies, along with a bit of confessions from both parts.

I admit to her I relapsed a few times in the few weeks we haven't seen each other. She doesn't seem upset, but not happy either. She tells me that it's normal, that relapse is a part of recovery, but that even though I have harmed myself in the process, my recovery is going well.

She tells me she's been struggling quite a lot since she took on more responsability at work, causing her to be more tired than ever. She has to wake up extra early every single morning to bake all the cookies and such at the bakery, but on top of her loaded schedule, it's a bit too much.

I help her find a way to tell her boss to give her a bit more time for herself, to maybe have a few less things on her plate.

It is now dinner time and her aunt has still not arrived, despite Laur's promise that she would be. Her aunt, Isabella, texted Laurence an hour earlier saying she would be there at 6, but she is now 45 minutes late.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Isabella finally arrives. She is a tall woman with dark hair and pale eyes, in her early 40s.

"Hello, I'm Laurence's aunt, Isabella. You can call me that, or Mrs. Cornwall, whatever you're comfortable with," she says as soon as she walk through the door. I can immediately tell that she is very outgoing and talkative, but I don't mind much.

Laurence already made some lasagna, so dinner is ready for whenever we want to eat. We all sit down at the dinner table and awkwardly start eating.

"So, Harry. Are you staying in town for a while?" Isabella asks me.

I clear my throat and finish chewing before speaking. "No, actually, I'm leaving tomorrow morning because I have a show in Toronto in the evening."

Isabella nods, continuing eating at her pasta. She quickly glances at Laurence who hasn't spoken during the meal.

"Laurence, wouldn't you want to join Harry for the concert? I'm sure he would love to have you with him," the older woman inquires.

"I can't, I have work tomorrow. Besides, their concert is already sold out," Laurence says, looking down ar her messy plate.

"No but actually it could work," I intervene. She looks up to me with interest. "I have a private plane bringing me back tomorrow, so you could fly with me without a problem. Oh and you could stay backstage, with the crew during the concert," I explain.

"But my work..." Laurence trails off unsurely.

Her aunt drops her fork on her plate, loudly. "Screw work Lau. You haven't been out of town in ages and I think that getting out of this house would do you some good."

"Fine," she agrees. "I'll come with you."

What?? I uploaded!! :D okay guys. I'm sorry I got a huge writer's block but I think it's fair to say I'm back into this book. Who's excited??

Ps: sorry for the short chapter. Just wanted to get something out!