The sun was barely creeping up when Harry's phone began to ring. He answered sleepily but was immediately sitting on the edge of the bed. Ashley barely had one eye open when he left the room. She could hear the mumble of his voice through the closed door but was too sleepy to think about who might be calling so early or why.
                              "Good morning," said a voice close to her ear.
                              Ashley turned her back to the offender and grumbled a bit.
                              "Sweetheart, I have to leave," he said.
                              She was instantly awake and sitting up. "Why? Is something wrong?"
                              "No. Nothing like that. I have to go to the studio this morning. I have to go by and pick up some things from the house, so I need to get going. I'm sorry to leave you."
                              "I'll miss you," she said leaning forward for a kiss.
                              "I'll call you as soon as I'm done. I'll let myself out. Go back to sleep." He kissed her on the cheek and got up to leave.
                              "Harry?"
                              "Yes, sweetheart."
                              "You were amazing. I really enjoyed last night or this morning or whatever it was."
                              "Me too. Talk to you in a bit."
                              ****
                              After 30 minutes of restless tossing and turning, Ashley threw back the covers, got up, and slipped her arms into her robe. The blinking notification light on her phone got her attention immediately. Her aunt had texted letting Ashley know she was welcome to ride with her to hospital to pick up her uncle. A second text was from Harry telling her he missed her already. The last was from Kristen asking her if she was going to Harry's party the following evening. 
                              She knew Kristen wouldn't be up, but she had to find out what she was talking about.  Harry hadn't mentioned anything about a party. Ashley paced nervously waiting for Kristen to pick up the phone.
                              "Hello, why the hell are you calling at this ungodly hour," asked Kristen.
                              "I got your text, and I have to know what you're talking about. Harry hasn't mentioned anything about a party."
                              "Oops. My bad. Colin told me Harry was having a big blowout party to celebrate the wrap on his current film when I talked to him yesterday."
                              "Why wouldn't he say something to me?"
                              "Are you two seeing one another?"
                              "He stayed over last night. We had sex for Christ's sakes. You'd think he'd bring up something like that at some point. In fact, we were together pretty much all day yesterday."
                              "I'm really sorry, Ash. I just assumed you'd know about it."
                              "Do you think this is something I should be worried about?"
                              "It's hard to say. You have to think about his social status, the circles he probably moves in. You haven't really met anyone other than Wil and Colin, and they are old friends of his. What about all the celebrities he must rub shoulders with? You haven't been introduced to that world. Maybe he wants to keep it that way."
                              "What does that mean?"
                              "I'm just saying that maybe he's really private about his personal life."
                              "He could at least tell me that."
                              "Maybe he's had a lot on his mind."
                              "I guess you could be right," said Ashley with a sigh.
                              "Are you okay?"
                                      
                                  
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