therapy [h.s.]

Fifteen

-Phone calls-

Call #1- Harry calling Gemma about meeting up, so Emma can meet Ashton.

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"Hello?"

His palms were already sweating, and his heart almost stopped at the sound of his sister's voice. It hadn't changed a bit.

"Hi Gem."

"Who is this?" She asked.

The words hurt him greatly, but he'd done this to himself. He was the one who lost touch. He never called.

"It's Harry."

"Harry? As in my brother Harry?"

"Yea Gem. It's me."

"Oh my god, Harry! It's been ages. How're you doing?"

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Where are you living now?"

"I'm currently living in London."

"That's great Haz."

He smiled at the old nickname. It brought back so many memories. Some being happy, others not so much. Gemma took her brother's silence as a cue to speak again.

"As of right now, I'm living in Sydney, Australia. In case you were wondering," she said the last part quietly. Almost in a whisper.

"So I've heard. How is it there?"

"Oh it's really lovely, I'm enjoying it a lot. I'm not sure if you've heard this as well, but I'm dating a drummer from an old rock band."

"Ashton Irwin, right?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Do you love him? Does he treat you right?"

Harry was a protective younger brother before anything else.

"Oh yes, he's a sweetheart. I love him a lot."

"That's good to hear."

The line went silent for a moment, as Harry thought of a way to formulate his thoughts into words.

"Hey Gem?"

"Yes?"

"Would it be okay if we came to visit you?"

"Who's we?"

"Oh, one of my clients and myself. I'm a therapist now. I don't think I mentioned that."

"A therapist? That's great Harry, it really seems like a suitable career for you. You've always been one to help others."

"Yea, I really try. I don't want anyone to go through what we had to."

"I understand completely."

The line went quiet again, the brother and sister briefly reminiscing on their past. Gemma finally spoke up.