Jamaica Me Happy // HS

Part 5

Harry rubbed his still tired eyes as he left his hotel room, letting the heavy door slam shut behind him.

"Hey," Mitch called from his room two doors down, pulling it closed much more gently before walking towards Harry. "Did you talk to YN last night? Find out why she didn't come to the party?"

Harry crinkled his brows as he looked down at the floor, slowly starting to walk towards the elevators. "Uh, yeah. She just wasn't feeling up to it." He knew it was a lame excuse, but Mitch caught him off guard - especially with it being so early in the morning.

"Can you cut the shit and just tell me what's going on?"

Harry's eyebrows rose high on his forehead as he punched the elevator button. "I don't know what you mean," he said passively.

"What I mean is did you fix whatever's fucked up between you guys?" Mitch urged.

Harry was quiet as he watched the light above the elevator move slowly from left to right as it was lifted to their floor. He shouldn't have been surprised that Mitch asked, what with YN not being around in months. If anything, he was a bit surprised it took him this long to bring it up.

"I... don't know. I went to her room last night. We... talked, but I don't really know where we stand now."

It wasn't a lie. There was a part of him that was hanging onto what she said before he left. I think we could be okay. It'll take time. She looked sincere, but she always looked that way. He hoped he wasn't carelessly holding onto nothing. Especially since she said it as she so kindly kicked him out. Even though he could understand why she made him leave, it didn't sting any less.

Mitch spoke as he followed Harry into the elevator. "Well, listen. Whatever you did to her while yous were fucking in Jamaica -"

"How do you -" Harry interrupted, eyebrows pulled high on his forehead once more.

"Harry," Mitch deadpanned. "My room was right next to yours. The walls at that place weren't exactly thick and you, my friend, are not exactly quiet." Mitch clapped Harry's shoulder as the elevator doors opened before heading into the lobby.

Harry followed him after a few seconds of just blinking his surprise away. He genuinely thought no one knew. "Wait, what makes you think I did something to her?" Mitch simply deadpanned again. "Alright, alright," Harry nodded with a roll of his eyes, "I tried. I went to her room last night, put everything out there. She was... receptive. But, I don't know. She..." he hesitated for a second, "She didn't let me stay." Saying it out loud stung even more.

"Well what did you expect?" Mitch asked.

"I -"

"You can't just fuck yourself out of shit."

"I wasn't!" Harry replied quickly, exasperated. "I... I wasn't. I just - I just wanted her to know that I missed her. And that I'm sorry. That was all I went there for."

They stood off to the side of the elevator, side by side as they spoke, watching as the other hotel patrons went about their days. Harry could feel Mitch's eyes on him, could see that his head was turned, looking at the side of his face as a blush crept onto his cheeks at his admission.

"Well, then you gotta show her." Mitch said simply.

"I tried."

"Try harder. Show her. If you're serious, make her see that you are. Put some effort in." Mitch spoke evenly, as if the advice he was giving his friend was common sense. Harry was a smart guy. Mitch knew that. Mitch also knew he needed a little extra push sometimes. When he was doubting himself in the studio, when he was doubting himself when he was trying to learn to surf, when he was doubting himself and his feelings for someone he genuinely cared about. "Fix it, man. And if you're not serious... cut your losses and let her be."