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Chapter 28: Gotta Get Better

I felt my body slowly waking up, and I fluttered my eyes open to discover that I was still on the couch with Harry and our bodies were intertwined like puzzle pieces. I hadn't even realized that we had fallen asleep. My arm rested on his chest as my body was tucked between his and the back of the couch, my head gingerly nestled in the crook of his neck.

He rested on his back, one arm draped over his stomach and the other tucked under his head. He was still fast asleep, his breathing slow and steady. I glanced over at the clock and it was almost seven in the morning.

"Shît," I muttered, remembering that I had work today and I needed to rush if I wanted to make it on time.

Harry stirred as I began to move, groaning and opening one eye. "Babe, what are you doing?"

His morning voice was husky and rugged and I carefully sat myself up before rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "I have to go to work."

He frowned and said, "It's Sunday."

I was confused for a moment and then it registered. I had my days mixed up, and I somehow thought today was Monday. I sighed with relief and laid back down, and Harry's chest vibrated as he chuckled and wrapped his arm around me. "Dork." He teased.

"Shut up." I laughed. "I was really scared for a second. I can't let myself get fired."

He hummed a laugh and brushed his hand over my hair. "Getting fired wouldn't be so bad."

I frowned and said, "Are you kidding? I can't not have a job, Harry."

"I know that," he said. "That's why you should come work with the Jaguars."

I sighed through my nose and stared at the television, watching suggested movies flash across the screen. "You know how I feel about it, Harry." I said.

"Yes," he said. "But then you'd get to travel with us. Once our stadium is finished back in Seattle, we're going back. What are we going to do then?"

When you mean "we," do you mean us?" I hesitated. He sighed and started to sit up, so I did as well. "So it won't just be the away games that you're gone," I continued as I looked down at my lap. "It'll be all home games too."

"But it doesn't have to be like that if you're on the road with us." He said softly as he nudged my shoulder with his. "It wouldn't be long distance."

I sighed and said, "I don't know, Harry, I feel like I'd be following you around then. You need space and so do I, and what would happen if we broke up and I still had to —,"

"Wait, wait, wait," he stopped me. "What do you mean, break up? I thought we were doing fine —,"

"No, Harry, we are. We are doing fine, right now. We are okay." I said, and I placed both my hands on his forearm, squeezing gently to reassure him. "I'm just afraid of what may come if I take this job so soon. I'm not one for risks, Harry. What if me becoming the Jaguars' spokesperson jeopardizes everything we're working towards?"

"Why would you think that?" He asked.

I sighed and shrugged. "I don't know, Harry. I jut want everything to be right this time. I thought everything was perfect with Tanner, and I was wrong. I don't want to lose you too."

He pursed his lips and smiled softly, leaning his forehead onto mine. "You're not going to lose me."

I sighed softly and said, "So, am I just going to drive three hours to Seattle to see you?"

He closed his eyes and moved away from me, and I could tell this entire conversation was just a buzzkill. But how could I not talk about it? Once their stadium was rebuilt, they would be leaving Portland and what would Harry and I do then? Who knows where are relationship would be at that point — or if it would still exist?