I get up and walk by my piano. I haven't played since...you know. I touch the keys and sit down. I start playing, but I can only think of the time Harrison told me how good I was. I think of his smile. His warm hugs. The way he looked at me. I bang the keys and scream and cry into my hands with my elbows on the piano. I regret breaking up with him. And now, I'd give anything to be in his embrace. I hate myself. I was so stupid.... I thought he would have called by now. Maybe he doesn't miss me. I was too hard on him. What did I expect? He's better off without me. I hear a knock on the door. It's not Harrison, it's Tom. I open the door. "Hey," he says sympathetically. He can probably tell I've been crying. "Hi." "I just came to check on you. And Anna wanted me to make sure you're up." "Well, I am... You can come in if you want." "Thanks," he says, walking in. We sit on the couch. "Y/n, I know this has been really hard for you," he says, "I'm here if you want to talk". "Thank you... I just wish we never met," I say, starting to cry. He wraps his arms around me as I cry on his shoulder. "I know, love." When I finally stop, he wipes the tears from my cheeks. "Are you hungry?" he asks. I nod my head. "Is take-out alright?" "Sure.. Thank you, Tom," I say with a half smile. "Yeah, no problem," he says, pulling out his phone. We get our food and watch netflix for hours. "Well, I should probably go now," he says, when it gets dark. "Okay." We walk over to the door. Part of me wants him to stay, but he's not who I really want. "Thanks for coming over..and..letting me cry on you." We both laugh a little. "Of course. I don't want you to go through this alone," he says while giving me a hug. "I wish I could say, 'see you soon,' but we're going back to London in a few days. But, you can text me anytime." "Okay." "And y/n. Promise me you'll take care of yourself." "Okay." He continues to stare at me. "I promise."
