The early sun rays wake me up, I check my phone and it's seven in the morning. My curtains are still wide open as I left them last night. Rolling out of bed I sit up and scan my wooden floor. I move swiftly to the living room to check upon Harry. He is oddly gone.
I run to my bedroom and give him a call. No answer. This is really odd. The image in my head was hung over Harry, apologizing over and over, begging me to go to England with him and I on the other hand refusing as I throw a fit about last night.
I find myself zoned out on my bed thinking about all the possibilities and where he could be. By any minute I could expect him walking in with a paper star box bag and hot coffee.
An hour passes by and I decide to call him, when he doesn't answer I knock on his door a couple of times. So much for throwing a fit, Eleanor. The only person that might know where he maybe is, Michael. He's known in the past anyways.
"Michael?"
"Eleanor? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Do you have any idea where he might be?" I try to calm myself.
"Who the hell are you talking about?"
"You already know. Harry." At this point my hand is planted on my forehead as I'm imagining all the places he might be.
"Well I'm passing by his work right now.. Do you want me to check there? I know he won't answer the phone if he's pissed off."
"I'm the one who should be."
"Looking for him?"
"No! Pissed off!" I laugh at the thought.
"Okay, I'll ask." Michael assures me.
"Thank you.." I take a relieved breath." And Michael.." I pause over thinking.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"About?"
"About everything."
"Harry's done worse and I'm still by his side anytime he needs me." I hear his lock his car in the background.
"But I'm not Harry." I spit.
"I realize." He chuckles.
"But why?" I wonder.
"Why what?"
"Why do I always ask for your help? Why do I always call you when I lose Harry?"
"Lose Harry? Darling, Harry is losing you." I hear him talking to the front desk asking if Harry is at work. A minute later he speaks once more "Harry is here and I know tonight you are suppose to fly to England so get your shit together and come compromise with him."
"Shit together? Compromise? Do you know what he has done?" My voice comes out louder.
"I don't need to know, to know that Harry has once more done something awful and hurt you."
"Damn right."
"So because of that you are gonna give up on him? Do you realize how hard he has worked to buy you both a flight ticket? This is really special for him and so are you if he picked you to go with him."
"You're right." I sigh. "Can you pick me up?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be down in ten minutes."
"Okay!"
"Thanks." I hang up.
I get dressed as fast as possible and over think everything I want to say to Harry but I know my mouth will not allow me to speak. I look over at my closed, ready to go suite case. Is this what it feels like to be defeated? Has Harry won me over? Is this all a game like Michael has told me? I clear my mind from all the negativity and shut my flat's door.
