Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 57

"All I really, really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really, really want our love to do
Is bring out the best in me and in you"

Harry arrives back at his hotel and he can't wipe the smile from his face. He sets down his phone on the table and kicks off his shoes before lying backwards on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He runs his hands down his face and half chuckles thinking back about his evening with Amy. He couldn't have asked for anything better. And it came at just the right moment. He was about to give up on her. He thought she had had moved on from him but that immense feeling of chemistry between them was still there. It was as if they were part of some twisted science experiment to see if there was such a thing as too much chemistry. Harry didn't think so. He had never felt the connection he had with Amy with anyone else. Like his body was tempted to follow her around. To be content to stand even in her shadow with the hope that one day she would shine some light on him. But Amy wasn't shy about sharing her light. Her warm, caring and generous nature lit him up like a sunflower.

Harry didn't want to take anymore from Amy though. He wanted to shine on her too. He wanted her to feel supported, appreciated, and cared for like she did for him. Harry had just over a week to figure out a perfect day for the two of them.

When Amy had shut the door after Harry left she walked back into her apartment and sat on the couch. She felt herself lean over on her knees, putting her head between her legs trying to catch her breath. She's amazed that he can still have this affect on her. He makes her feel like a hormonal teenager with more butterflies in her stomach than brains in her head. She hopes she is making the right choice letting him in her life again. She's not sure why but she feels like she could never fully shut the door on him and that scares her a bit.

She's glad he left when he did before they had more to drink. He was very respectful of her personal space all night, never invading it, not even for a friendly touch, until the very end when he left. But she was glad he did. The hug somehow felt healing. They both needed it.

Amy goes to sleep that night looking forward to seeing Harry again. She missed his ability to fill up a room with his energy. This indescribable quality he possessed that made everyone want to be around him and Amy was no exception. She had felt the energy change this afternoon at the gallery before she had even seen him, and now looking back she had always been able to sense him. She feels like she has a radar built into her body just to detect him. New York must have just been a blip when she thought she felt him near.

Amy spent the rest of the week working on new paintings and went out a few times with her friends. Harry texted her the day after she saw him, thanking her for dinner. She had answered back politely, trying to contain her excitement that they were communicating again. The messages continued back and forth throughout the week, friendly and nothing serious. By the time the following Saturday rolled around, Amy was anxious to see him again.

Harry had texted her and told her he would pick her up at ten in the morning. He refused to give her any details on what they were doing, despite her questions, which only added to her nervous excitement.

At five minutes to ten a car pulled up in front of Amy's building. Amy saw from her window Harry get out and fix his hair and his shirt in the reflection of the car window first before walking to her door. Amy finds it incredibly endearing and she resists the urge to shout down to him and let him know what she witnessed. She instead waits for him to press the buzzer.

"Hey! I'll be right down," she says happily.

"Buzz me in. A gentleman picks a woman up at her door not on the street," he says with a smile in his voice.