Moments || H.S

fourteen ; the balcony

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"Jack and I have made the decision to move in together."

Harry chokes on his drink, "I'm sorry, Ave, what? Did I... you and Jack are-?"

"Moving in together?" I lower my phone and rest my elbows on the table, looking at him with a lopsided smile, "yeah, Haz. This Tuesday."

He looks at me, scanning my face. "You're serious..." he mutters under his breath before pressing his lips into a short smile, "you know I love you but... haven't you guys only been together a month?"

"5 weeks." I say simply. I can see by the way he's sitting that he isn't overly thrilled. Just... see through me, please . Harry nods, taking another sip of his drink. He's thinking.

"Well... if that's what you want to do, then I will support you no matter what. You need help moving?"

"No!" I say a little too quickly, causing his brows to raise. I clear my throat, "No, H. Uh, Jack and I can manage- I don't have much to bring from home, anyways. We're going into his flat. Thanks, though." I press my palms onto the cool tabletop, drumming softly with my fingertips.

"Alright. You know you can ring me if you do end up needing help. I will always make time for you, Ave." I give him the sweetest smile I can, thanking him. He continues. "Are you going to still be able to come to the premier on Friday? It won't be the same without you."

Shit. The premier. "Um... hopefully."

"Hopefully?"

"Yeah, hopefully."

-

Thursday, 12.30am. I send a message.

Sorry, H. I won't be able to make it to the premier tomorrow night. I really hope they make you feel special. Lots of love, A x

Not even 5 minutes later, my phone is ringing. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I immediately switch the phone onto silent, clutching it to my chest. Jack stirs beside me. I lay still for a moment, letting the call ring out. As soon as it stops buzzing, I slip out of bed and walk down the hall.

Calling back, I put on my slippers from the lounge room and step out onto the balcony. "Ave?" Harry's voice immediately fills my ear, "has something happened?"

"What?"

"You never usually message me this late unless you want to talk..." he says sheepishly into the phone. His voice is groggy; I must have woken him with the message.

"Oh, uh. Everything's... alright, H. Everything is well and good. The flat is nice, it has a balco-"

"I know it has a balcony, Ave." Harry laughs, "that's all you ever talk about, that little balcony overlooking the city. I just heard a car go past on your end... you sitting outside?"

"Yeah," I look back into the flat, pursing my lips, "Look, H. I'm really sorry about the premier. I just haven't been feeling 100% lately and I don't want to bring you down at your own event. And we both know what happened last time we were out together and one of us got a little emotional."

I think back to the day in mind. I came out to Harry as bisexual, and Harry came out as having no label. We went to a bar and well... things happened that neither of us were comfortable with. Harry pauses, thinking to that day too. "You won't let me down, Ave. That's a promise. I can have it organised so that you skip the red carpet all together, if that's what you want. We can get you into the cinema undetected and you can be with me, by my side when we watch the film. I just want you there with me."

"Harry..."

"Ave?"

I sigh, holding back tears, "I wish I could... but I can't. I jus-"

"What do you mean you can't-"

"Goodnight, H. I love you." I hang up the call, finally letting the tears roll down my cheeks. I hiccup, breath shaking as I cry. I just. Wish I thought things through.