Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 46

"You tell me that you'd rather fight
Than spend a single peaceful night
With somebody else"

After insisting on driving Amy to the airport, they are now parked in the drop-off lane. Amy turns towards Harry, unsure if it's okay if she kisses him goodbye in public like this. She doesn't like not knowing whether or not it's okay if she kisses her boyfriend. Or whether he wants her to or not. It makes her feel unsure of herself.

Harry wants to kiss her so badly but he's not sure if there are photographers around. Or even just the public with a camera phone trained on him. He decides to kiss her on the cheek as a compromise. She smells so good when he hugs her and he tries to imprint it in his memory.

"Bye, love," he whispers in her ear.

"Bye, baby," she says back.

They pull away and both stare at each other, neither of them wanting to leave each other.

"I love you," Harry says.

"I love you," Amy responds and she leans forward out of habit to kiss him, and then stops suddenly part way realizing she can't. Harry notices and wants to reassure her. Wants to grab her and kiss her long and hard. But he doesn't. Amy sees his reluctance and is instantly hurt by it. That he would be unwillingly to openly declare that she was his, even after how possessive he was last night. She opens the car door and grabs her backpack and steps out, giving him a small smile. She then pulls out her carry-on from the back seat.

"Call me when you land," Harry instructs her.

"Okay," she answers.

She shuts the door and walks into the airport, suddenly feeling so awful about their last interaction. As she gets inside the building, she looks back towards his car, hoping to see him getting out and coming to her but his car is already gone. She's disappointed.

After a long flight, that Amy spends stressing over Harry and her's goodbye, she lands in Bangkok. It's the morning of December twenty-seventh now, after an almost twelve hour flight and the time difference. She managed to sleep a bit on the flight so she decides to drop off her luggage at her hotel and head straight out. She is eager to explore Thailand as she has a few friends that have traveled here before and enjoyed it.

After a day spent exploring, photographing, and eating some local food, Amy goes back to the hotel in the late afternoon exhausted. As she comes in the lobby, she notices the hotel has an amazing pool but a hot shower and her bed are calling her name. She gets to the room throwing her backpack down and flopping on the bed to stare at the ceiling. She feels her phone jabbing her in the leg in her pocket and takes it and notices a lot of notifications. She has several missed calls and texts from Harry. Shit, she thinks. She had forgotten to call him when she landed. She presses his number and waits.

"Amy? Are you okay?" he huffs, worriedly.

"Yeah, sorry! I completely forgot to call."

"I've been worried sick. I thought something bad happened to you. Or maybe you changed your mind about us," he says in a panic.

"I didn't mean to worry you. I got off the plane and have been out shooting all day. I just got back and saw your messages."

"Okay," he says but sounds hurt.

"Baby, you know how I get when I'm shooting. I completely lose track of time and I'm only here for today and I leave in the morning. I was trying to cram it all into one day," she tries to explain herself.

Harry is feeling upset that Amy's first thought wasn't to call him as soon as she could when the plane landed. He has been thinking about her non-stop since she left and feels hurt that she wasn't doing the same.