Harry stood under the bright lights of the SNL stage as he played his song "From the Dining Table".
Tears were building up behind his eyes, but he refused to let them fall while the cameras were still on him. Memories flashed by in his mind as he sang.
"We haven't spoke since you went away." Taylor was angry as hell, but Harry couldn't help thinking that she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "You never listen to me!" she accused. She spun around and headed for the door. He called her name, hating himself for how weak and pitiful he sounded. She paused, but continued out the door, never looking back.
"Comfortable silence is so overrated." Harry passed Taylor's street every time he went to his house. Making a split-second decision, he made a left turn onto the road that lead to her home. Slowing down as he approached the white mansion, he noticed a man coming out of the front door. Jealousy burned in his chest. He knew that she might have moved on, but he was unprepared to witness it. The man made his way to where Harry had stopped. When he got closer, Harry realized that it was not, in fact, Taylor's lover, but her brother. He sped off before Austin could recognize him.
"Why do we never say what we want to say?" Harry and Taylor were back together and he couldn't be happier. All he had ever wanted was for her to be his. But, something was missing and Harry couldn't put his finger on it. All he knew was that he didn't like it. "Did I tell you about that time I accidentally broke into a skating rink?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah."
"Oh."
He tried to start a story this time. "Do you remember that time we reenacted the 'Dirty Dancing' scene?"
"That was like, two months ago, Harry. I remember."
"Right."
"Even my phone misses your call, by the way." He tried not to think of all the times he desperately checked his phone every five minutes in the months following their breakup. He tried not to think of the times he lunged for his cell whenever it made a sound, only to be faced with disappointment. He tried not to think of all the times he sat on his bed, staring at Taylor's contact information, debating whether or not to hit 'call'. It was inevitable.
"Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too. Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too. Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too. But you, you never do." And he doubted that she ever would.
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Harry sat alone on his couch, watching himself perform on the television. When TV Harry finished singing "From the Dining Table", Couch Harry's phone rang. Lazily, he reached for it and checked the caller ID. His jaw dropped as the name "Taylor Swift" flashed across his screen. With shaky fingers, he hit 'accept'.
"Hello?" His voice warbled. He couldn't help it.
The sound of shaky breathing came across the line. "I'm sorry, too."
She hung up.
Harry dissolved into tears as his mind replayed those three words in her melodic voice on repeat.
