My Mysterious Co-Worker || Harry Styles

Ch44: Space

It's Christmas Eve where I am! Woohooo! Though it still doesn't feel like it...

But Merry Christmas to you all! If you don't celebrate it then happy Kwanzaa/Hanukkah!

P.S. Happy 22nd birthday Louis! (cries an ocean because he's freaking 22 years old)

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Chapter 44: Space

I stay seated in my bed staring at my phone not sure what to do.

"Think of your tattoo. Things always get better in the future. So this whole situation will eventually work out. Just go at your own pace, face them when you are ready to. Don't do things you don't want to do. If it means taking a break with Harry and not see Zayn for a while then do it. Just do what you are comfortable with."

Should I take a break with Harry or try to make up? I don't want to lose Harry. I really don't but a break seems like a good idea at the moment. It won't be like a permanent break up but we will just give each other space to think. I just don't know what to do! Ugh! If I go for the break option then that will give me the time I need to think things through. I know that no matter what I will always love Harry but we can't keep going like this. And when I mean 'this', I mean being all happy for one second and then the next we are not on the same page.

But at the same time I want to make up with Harry. I want to be snuggled up with him, admiring his beauty, laughing and talking. I want that. I want his touches. The way he makes me feel so beautiful and so loved. I want that, so bad. But I just can't get myself to do it. I just feel like right now we need our own space.

Once I make my decision I shakily grab my phone from in front of me and scroll to his contact. Once I press call, I put the phone against my ear and take deep breaths. I can't say this face to face.

Ring...ring...ring...

My heart is pounding so hard right now. Part of me wishes that Harry doesn't pick up but another part of me does want him to pick up.

Ring...ring...ring...

"C'mon Harry." The one half of me mumbles while the other half is silently cheering.

"This customer you are trying to reach is unavailable at th-" I hang up and slam my phone on my bed.

"Ugh!" I scream.

I lay down on my bed, hopelessly. I honestly don't know what to do.

The sound of my phone ringing scares me to death. I put my hand on my heart while taking deep breaths as my other hand reaches for my phone.

Harry <3

I feel like I cannot move. I feel like I am frozen in place.

I let out the breath I've been holding in and hesitantly swipe my finger across the screen of my iPhone before placing it besides my ear.

"Hello, Skylar?" I furrow my eyebrows not expecting to hear Liam's british accent instead of Harry's raspy one.

"Liam?" I ask confused. "Why are you on Harry's phone?"

"Oh...um...how do I say this?" He mumbles to himself. I feel my hands beginning to sweat, afraid of what Liam is going to say.

"What Liam? What is it?" I sit a bit higher in my bed.

"He kind of left town to go to London and left his phone behind?" He says really fast and high pitched.

"He what?!" I must have heard that wrong! I must have!