Receiving Her (h.s. au)

XXV

"It has great hardware. The storage on these things is amazing," the man says, handing me my new phone. I thank him and sign the papers for it, my hand holding the new phone. I play on it all night, calling Leah and talking to her for a while.

After catching some sleep, I go to work and prep for the doctors. It's long and boring but it passes the day. My heart is still broken because of what I did and I hate myself, but when my sister had called me to cuss me out, I knew I made the right choice. But I hurt the one man I love.

As I'm leaving work, Leah calls and I swipe the screen to talk to her. "Emma, he's going to do an interview tonight," she rushes, my eyebrows frowning.

"What?" I wonder, confused.

"Harry is being interviewed tonight on channel twelve."

I widen my eyes and look at the time, seeing the late night interviews starting in an hour or so.

"I'll watch."

She laughs. "You better. You two are technically still together."

I smile, even though I know there is a possibility he could have changed his mind since we last texted. As soon as I recall, I realize I no longer have his number. My heart clenches and I squeeze my eyes shut, mentally cursing at myself.

"I'll talk to you later Leah," I say goodbye, hanging up and driving home.

When I get home, I shower and relax on bed, turning on the TV and waiting for his interview. My eyes watch him, muscular and beautiful, walk towards the interviewer. He's perfect as always, smiling and laughing at the interviewer.

"Now, we have to ask the Rookie of the Year, for all the ladies out there if you are seeing someone?" the interviewer asks, my eyes watching as Harry runs a hand through his hair.

"Uh, not officially," he starts, my heart pounding out of my chest. Did he find someone else?

"So you have a girl...or a guy?" the man asks, causing a few laughs to erupt on the screen.

"I have a girl," Harry smiles, my lower lip taken between my teeth. I'm holding onto my hope so much right now.

"And why haven't you made it official?" I watch as he bites his lower lip, the action so hot it's unbelievable.

"We were together, actually," he says, my lips releasing a sigh of relief. He could have moved on, but he chose not to.

"So what happened?" The question makes Harry sigh and I know he must hate talking about this.

"Something happened and she left because of it but we stayed in touch. I've never stopped...loving her," he says, his lips curving as well as mine.

"I don't think I ever will stop," he admits. But I watch as Harry starts to zone out, going into his thoughts. My eyes observe how he looks upset and I start to worry, not knowing what is going on in his mind.

"Harry?" He's finally pulled out of his thoughts and looks over at the interviewer, his eyes on him.

Harry shakes his head and stands up, my heart racing. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

His feet walk off the stage and backstage, the interviewer left confused. The camera cuts off and I'm left so confused, my fingers dialing Leah's number.

"Did you watch it?" I ask, her affirmation saying she has no idea what to think of it.

"I'm shocked. What was going on?" I wonder. Harry is always so easy to talk to it makes me curious what he's locked inside his head.