It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER 36

Warning: Short. Unedited. Emotional? Idk haha

Dedication: Happy happy birthday to my WP sister, Shivi! Yay! xx This is for you girl!

CHARIS’ POV

            I found myself ordering a cocktail drink at the bar. As much as I wanted to chat with the bartender with some tricks I’ve seen for the first time ever in my life, I can’t. My brain seemed to reject all distractions I’m trying to run inside it, instead it just makes me think more of the earlier incident.

            Harry.

            Bumping to Harry that way, is the least of all the ways I have thought of seeing him again. Yes, I know this is their pub. Yes, the Rover he was using was at the car park too. Yes, it is damn possible to bump into him. But, seriously?

            Is fate killing me right now? Or even torturing me? I shouldn’t have come with Matt. He meant business here and I have totally nothing to do with it. I am one motherfucking bird brain for coming here then feeling like shit, sitting my ass with a glass of some good drink.

            I have so much going in my head and I think, this is really a bad idea. I can’t stay here any longer.

            I have downed the drink I ordered in few long minutes just before my phone vibrates from in my pocket.

            I was surprised and all of my worries were covered by excitement and nervousness as well. I wonder when are we starting rehearsals again.

            I answered the phone and shouted to the mouthpiece, telling Barry to hold on as I look for a silent private place to talk to him.

            Unfortunately, the most convenient area is where Erick’s office is. I hope, Harry wouldn’t go here anytime soon.

            I managed to push all my other thoughts as I feel my blood rushing through every part of my body, sending sweat through the folds of my palms and cold and numbness to the tips of my fingers.

            “Barry!” I exclaimed a little louder than it should be. “How have you been? You don’t know how it drives me crazy. You don’t answer any of my…”

            “Charis Lynn,” He cut me off in a serious tone. Why is he calling me by my two names? Is there a bad news? I stopped blabbering at once and I can hear my heart beating fast at the same time my eyes flicker to the dark blue light of the narrow hallway.

            I heard him cleared his throat and sighed very deep like he’s going to say something… something that he knows I can’t handle. What is it? Did something bad happen to him? Did Gran called him? Or worse, the broadway had been badly affected because of me. If that’s the case, I can fix it right away. I will fix it. I know I can. The team had worked so hard on this. “Barry?”

            “Charis, I tried my best, believe me.” He started with a heavy breathing.

            “Barry,” I soothed, “Hold on. What are you talking about?”

            “Look, I really tried my best to talk to the producers, but they had decided to pull you out of the team..” He continued to tell me about all the shit crap about the broadway, about the meetings and about everything just to explain himself. Why didn’t he tell me sooner? Why did he keep me hanging for a long time?

            “Wait.” I told him. “This is not fair.” I don’t know what came over me, but that’s what came out of my mouth.

            “Charis, I really tried my best..”