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eight

hope you enjoy chapter eight ! G :)

kairos (noun)- the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

"Hey, I'm just checking in. I'll meet you at Fiona's today, correct?"

"I don't know."

It was two hours before I was supposed to meet Harry at the cafe opening. The more I thought about meeting Harry, the more my stomach knotted in nervousness and the less appealing the plan sounded.

I wasn't sure if I could meet Harry.

I don't know why I pushed myself so quickly into this. Why would I torture myself into meeting Harry, basically a stranger whom I haven't talked to in three years, knowing that he probably only wants my body?

I was scared. Honestly, deathly scared.

The idea of meeting Harry was exciting but the actual action of meeting him terrified me.

Harry had called me a few minutes ago, simply checking in on me. I sat criss-crossed on the edge of my bed like a child, my head in my hands, and Harry's calming voice pressed tightly against my ear.

"I can come pick you up." He hopefully offered. "It's really no big deal."

"No, it's not that. I don't think I can...do it."

Moment of ear-splitting, screaming, silence.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, no noticeable trace of disappointment nor anger in his voice, only innocent curiosity.

I let out a deep breath. "I just haven't done this in a while...the whole 'going out' thing. I shouldn't of agreed to do this so quickly, I don't even know you."

Harry stayed silent for a moment, my heavy words floating around the room. "I understand that is scary for you. Doing something new is always going to be a little odd."

"I don't think I can do this." I shook my head. "I'm sorry."

Harry sighed heavily. "Yes, you can, Addison. You can't live your whole life being scared, it gets you nowhere."

I took a minute to let his words sink in. I could clearly hear his sincerity, like he was actually concerned about me. I didn't know what to think anymore, this was too confusing.

Even through the phone, I could feel Harry's soothing energy relax my nerves.

"Okay." I finally said.

Harry was right, we both knew that he was right.

"Okay?"

"I'll meet you at the cafe."

"Really?"

"The offer is about to expire." I snipped.

Harry's voice became soft and syrupy with pleasure. "I don't want to push you into anything. If you really think that you can't, don't. It's all your choice, love."

I couldn't help but crack a small smile at how thoughtful he was. "No, this is all me."

Or maybe I needed to do this. For me.

"If you don't show up, I'm not going to hold it against you." Harry assured me, the warm sound of consolation in his voice. "I promise."

"I promise that I will be-"

"Don't promise me anything," he hastily stopped me, which was probably for the best. "Empty promises don't help anybody."

I could hear the front door unlock and swing open, signaling that Aria was finally home.