Cherry- H.S

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A/N: Big... Big.... Chapter.....

Paris, Austria, Australia, Rome,Brazil,England...Lady Gaga, Ariana Grande, Tate McRae, Sara Bareilles, Dermot Kennedy, Julia Michaels... The places I've gone, the people I've had the pleasure of meeting, and writing with.. More in the past two months than ever in my entire life  It's more than I had ever thought possible, and it's more than I could have dreamed of. I came back to LA for Christmas, I came back so I could see Easton and Sandy because I missed them both more than I thought possible as well. I want to write at home now despite the amount of writing I've done as it is. Christmas is in a few days, and I'm not too excited but I also don't have anything to complain about. I'm alive, I'm breathing, and Christmas is just a day after all, just one day..

    I walk into the studio after two months of being gone, and as soon as I'm through the doors I jump straight out of my skin.

    "CHERRY BOMB!" I look in front of me, and blink my eyes about a hundred times to make sure I'm not hallucinating. What day is it? When was the tour over, and where is- "Get your ass over here." He waves his hand, and I run into the studio, filling the room with laughter.

    "Mitch fucking Rowland it feels good to see your face." I squeeze him tight in a hug. "Fuck I forgot tour ended." I mumble, pulling myself back.

    "Yeah it ended about two weeks ago but according to Easton you've been gone for two months." He tells me, and I nod.

    "I told you I was taking a little vacation." I laugh, and sit down, putting my guitar case next to me.

    "Two months traveling the world is a little vacation to you?" He laughs. "Why'd you do it?" He asks, bringing the conversation to make it more serious.

    "After.. After Bowie, and Harry, and everything I couldn't sit here anymore and write sad songs anymore... So I did some soul searching here, took some time, and then I just left.." I shrug, and look up to him. "How's uh... How's Harry?" I ask softly, and Mitch nods.

    "He's alright.. Uhm.. yeah, he's.. He's-"

    "Is he home?" I ask, feeling awkward even talking about this.

    "London... For the Holidays." He tells me, and I nod.

    "Oh... I.. Yeah, that makes sense." I nod, putting my in my back pockets.

    "This is awkward." He shakes his head, and I nod.

    "It is... I'm sorry I just haven't talked about... or to him in a long time I just.. I didn't really know what to say." I tell him truthfully and he sighs.

    "How are you? With everything that happened the last time you two talked?" He asks, and I sigh sitting down.

    "I'm still hurt... It's all unresolved, but I'm in a place now where I can disassociate myself from that.. I got over it enough to move forward in my career.. I used a lot of it for good instead of bad, and... I still care about him more than anything. I still want him to be happy, but it's really hard to tell how I feel because it's been so long since I've seen his face, or heard his voice... It's just hard to tell... I don't really know how I can feel anything when he hasn't reached out.." I shrug.

    "Well you haven't reached out either..." He points out, and I shake my head.

    "I know... and before that would have been because I was afraid to, or upset, but this time I didn't reach out because it's not my job to.. For once it's his choice to reach out, and speak to me." I tell him, and he nods his head.

    "Would you talk to him if he did reach out?" He asks, and I pause for a second.

    "I... Well yeah. I don't see how I could just say no to that.. I'm not the one that pretended like nothing happened, that doesn't mean I'll forgive everything, that  doesn't mean I'm okay with what he did." I tell Mitch truthfully.