the moon [h.s.] - EDITING

seventy-two.

When morning comes around, Harry tiredly rolls onto his back and rubs at his eyes. He then reaches out to grab his phone from his nightstand, only to find messages from his mum. He smiles as he reads her daily reminders that she loves him in the form of video messages with funny filters on her face, gifs, and moving animations.

After texting his mother back, he pushes the covers off of him and gets ready for the day. He showers and gives himself a clean shave. He feels good. He feels clean and he's looking forward to having a good day. He feels like Luna might invite him over to meet her mother all over again. Hopefully, they can start over. He knows that would make Luna happy.

As he gets dressed in a pair of straight blue jeans, he hears his phone ding from another text message. It's probably Zavier this time telling him he's on his way. Harry throws on a black knitted jumper over a white t-shirt. He then reaches for his phone again.

'From Z

Hey... Come to my apartment.'

'To Z

How come?'

'From Z

Luna asked... Please, come.'

He reads Zavier's message and he wonders why Luna didn't ask him to come over herself. He tucks his phone into the pocket of his jeans. Just when he thought it was going to be a good day, his anxious tendency to overthink takes over. There's no need to be jealous, Harry assures himself. Zavier is her roommate and best friend after all, but Harry is her boyfriend. Shouldn't she text him, too? He sighs to himself as he ties the laces of his sneakers together. You're overreacting, Harry already knows.

The cab ride felt long. He should've taken the subway, but then he remembers he dropped his flimsy bus card somewhere. It's lost and he didn't want to waste time purchasing another on the slow kiosks before entering the stations.

Eventually, he arrives. He steps out of the cab after paying and tipping and he steps onto the slightly snowy curb. He shuts the door to the cab and it takes off right away. He then makes his way into her flat like he has many times before.

Something feels off. It's a feeling in the deepest part of his gut that's telling him 'go back home'. Maybe it's the fact that he's going to see Luna's mother again for that fresh start. He's nervous about it. It must be why he's feeling and acting the way he is.

He knocks the moment he arrives at flat 308 and Zavier's the one to open the door. "Hey," Harry greets and steps in. "Did you meet her?" He whispers lightly referring to Luna's mum.

Zavier closes the door. He's still in his security guard work uniform. "Um, about that... I think you should go to Luna's room," he then tells Harry. He sounds so serious. Why?

"Luna's room?" Harry raises an eyebrow. He walks past Zavier and he starts heading towards her bedroom. "Is she here? Did her mom leave or something?" Harry is asking. What if she got into an argument with her mother? What if she's been alone all this time while Harry's been at home? Now he's worried. He finally opens the door of her bedroom and steps inside.

Her stuff. Not all, but some, were gone. It took him about five seconds to notice.

His ability to breathe feels like it has gone away as well, once he realizes what's going on. What the fuck?

He walks towards her closet and pulls the door open only to see loose colorful hangers without clothes on them. He then looks around her room again. Her bed is made, but where is the polaroid picture he took of her and Santiago standing on the big red staircase in the middle of Times Square? He puts tingly-feeling hands over his chest.