Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 19

"It's so complicated
I'm so frustrated
I wanna hold you close, I wanna push you away
I wanna make you go, I wanna make you stay"

Harry wakes the next morning in a hotel room in Vancouver after a restless sleep. He thought for sure Amy would talk to him yesterday after flying all this way to see her. He's never done that for someone who he wasn't already sleeping with and even then it wasn't to apologize to them.

He thinks about seeing her yesterday. She looked so different in her professional clothes with her hair tied back. It wasn't the same Amy he had got to know over the weekend. He sees now that there are many sides to her that he doesn't know. He'd like the chance to know all of them.

Harry thinks about seeing Derek there yesterday and watching him hug Amy like he wanted to hug her. He guesses that she didn't break up with him after all. He doesn't know why he assumed she would. Not after everything that he said.

He thought Amy sounded sure when she said she needed to break up with Derek. As if she would do it whether Harry and her were together or not. But Harry thinks he must not be as good at reading her as he thinks. Although, he thinks their hug didn't feel like a hug between two people in love. Seemed different to him.

Amy wakes up grateful she got any sleep. She spent much of the night tossing and turning, seeing green eyes, curly brown hair and dimples. She is trying to figure out why he would come all this way. She thought he would wake up, see that she was gone and move on. Not think another thought about her. Amy couldn't have been more wrong. She was all he could think about and he was all she could think about.

Amy has a shower and gets dressed. She puts on jean shorts and a white tee, throwing a striped button down overtop.

She goes into her kitchen and turns her kettle on to make tea and pops some bread in the toaster. She hears her door buzzer sound. She thinks it's strange for someone this early to be at her door.

"Hello?" she says pressing the intercom button.

"Amy, it's me. Can we talk?"

She recognizes his accent right away. Her heart immediately starts racing. She wonders what he is doing here and how he knows where she lives. There's no way he could have remembered from that one night. Then, she remembers that Tom dropped her off last night and she put her address in the GPS.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please Amy."

His voice sounds desperate and Amy can't deny that she would love to see his face again. She is curious about what he is has to say to her and why he came all this way. Surely it wasn't just for her, she thinks.