Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 50

"But she loves me
She loves me
Why the hell does she love me
When she could have anyone else?
Oh you love me
You love me
Why the hell do you love me?
'Cause I don't even love myself"

Amy is woken the next morning by a knock on her hotel room door. She immediately cowers and feels her heart rate speed up. The knock comes again and she wonders who could possibly be at her hotel room door right now. She considers calling Harry just to have his voice on the phone to reassure her while she answers the door but decides against it, not wanting to wake him up.

She wraps her body in a robe and walks cautiously to the door. The door has no peek hole so she is forced to open it. She leaves on the chain and widens it a crack.

"Hello?" she says. She notices it's a staff member from the hotel.

"Hello Ms.Bernier. For you," and they hold out a large bag.

"What is it?" she asks confused.

"It was delivered to the front desk with the instructions to bring it to you right away."

Amy carefully shuts the door, sliding off the chain and then reopening the door wider now. She reaches out her hand and they hand her the heavy bag and then walk away.

She closes the door, locking it behind her. She walks the bag to the bed and looks inside. There is a large box with the words Canon written on it. It takes Amy only a second to compute that this is a brand new camera. She opens the box and is met with a top of the line Canon Eos 5D Mark III. It's a $3000 camera for just the body. There are a few more boxes, three with different size lenses, a handful of memory cards and a new camera bag. It's easily $10,000 worth of equipment. She knows there's only one person who could have done this.

The phone rings only once before Harry picks up the FaceTime call. He is wiping his eyes groggily, clearly still in bed.

"Morning," he says, before yawning. "How'd you sleep?"

"Baby, did you buy me a new camera?" Amy asks, not wasting anytime.

"So, it came? Is it okay? I wasn't quite sure about the lenses but the people told me what to get. Will those work for you?"

"Harry, it's perfect but it's too much. I can't accept this."

"Darling, you need a camera for your job. It's the least I could do after everything you went through yesterday."

Amy sighs, not wanting to give in so easily but she sees how this is his way of trying to help her. One of his love languages is being a provider. It probably stems from his father leaving when Harry was still young.

"Baby, just accept it. Please," he begs.

"Okay, but I'm paying you back."

"Absolutely not."

"Harry!" she says frustrated.

God, he misses all the ways she says his name, he thinks.

"Consider it a belated Christmas present," Harry tries to persuade her.

"You already got me a Christmas present."

"Yeah, but I only paid for the Polaroid camera. Your other gifts were free."

"But those were my favorite gifts," Amy defends them.

"Okay, then it's an early Valentine's Day present."

"That's not for over a month! Under that logic you could keep pre-buying me expensive gifts for the rest of our lives under the pretense that it's for some future birthday, holiday or anniversary."