Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 64

"You're not mine anymore
But I'm still a little bit yours
All I do
Is get over you
And I'm still so bad at it"

Harry bursts through the doors of the kitchen and Amy follows quickly behind. He starts pacing the small room, one hand in his hair and one on his waist. He is trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

"He calls you 'cherry'?!" Harry asks. He is annoyed. Angry. Hurt. Jealous. He feels as if his heart is beating as fast as his mind is racing. He's thinking about every interaction they've had for the last month.

"No, he calls me 'chérie'," she responds back. "It's French." She doesn't elaborate on its meaning, knowing it would make things worse.

Harry rolls his eyes, frustrated with the situation. He can't believe she never told him that she was dating someone. They've been hanging out for nearly a month and he had no idea. They had shared a bed. Twice. They had a shower together. He thought their friendship was going somewhere. It's been the first time since Tokyo that he has felt hopeful. Felt like they were moving in the right direction. And now he feels completely crushed by this revelation.

"What the fuck, Amy?!" he says angrily, still pacing the small room. She's not sure what to say that will stop him from being so mad so she doesn't say anything. She's too scared she is going to make it worse. But what could be worse than this?

"When did you start dating?"

"Right before I saw you again. We were supposed to have our fourth date the day you came to the gallery."

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused.

"I canceled on him to see you."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted closure. I waited two months for it and got nothing. I thought you were going to be on the next plane following me. And then I thought you would call me or contact me in some way. Everything felt so unfinished."

"I did call you!" he shouts at her.

"No, you didn't!" she shouts back with a mixture of indignation and confusion in her voice. She would definitely have remembered if he called her.

"I called you the day after you left. I left you a voicemail," his tone changing when he realizes she didn't get the calls. That she hadn't been ignoring him. Why didn't she get my calls? he wonders.

"What?" complete shock in her voice.

"I called you a few times, some more sober than others, but you never answered."

Amy can't believe this. She had no idea that he called her. She kept her phone with her at all times, hoping that he would contact her and the silence hurt more than the yelling. Her sister was the only other person who touched her phone. She was such a crutch for her at that time. Always around. Amy wonders if Sarah deleted the calls and voicemail.

"You waited for me to call you?" Harry asks. He can't get over the fact that she had wanted him to call. That she had wanted him to follow her. That even after everything that happened that she still wanted to talk to him.

"Always," is her simple answer back.

Their eyes meet and now they're both searching each other's, looking for some honesty. Searching for answers to all their unanswered questions. The number one for both of them is 'do you still love me?'

The kitchen door swings open again and this time it's Alice.

"Hey! Do you need some help?" she asks as she enters the kitchen. She looks between the two of them who look stuck in a stalemate. Neither of them even bother to glance over at her, and it's obvious she walked in on something.