Running [h.s.]

fifty four | harry + luna

Hey guys. I want to apologize that I have taken so long to update. I'm gonna be real with you, I have been feeling terrible as far as my mental health is concerned. I have been going through a lot and my depression has gotten worse due to the unfortunate circumstances I am in because of the pandemic. Thank you for your patience. Writing has always helped me feel better, except when I am feeling this way, my writing is never at it's best. Forgive me if this chapter or the next few chapters aren't as good as the rest. I am trying my best so you guys aren't left waiting. Again, thanks for your patience and understanding.

Wednesday, October 14th.

My head is pounding from the crazy amount of phone calls I have already made today. I know people think the life of a musician is glamorous, but days like today are a brutal wake-up call that that is not the case. I talked to my lawyers for a while regarding Mackenzie's case, it's looking really good in her favor. I have also been in contact with so many management teams that are interested in representing me. I have set up more meetings than I can count, so the next few days are going to be non-stop work for me. Honestly, I welcome the challenge. I get to make art for a living and tour the world, the least I can do is have a few days of boring meetings and negotiations, it's only fair.

I finally decide to call it a day and finish up my phone calls when someone calls me. I glance at my phone screen and see my mum's beautiful face. I quickly answer the call, craving a familiar, comforting voice after all of the strangers I've spoken to today.

"Hey mum, how are you?" I greet warmly.

"Harry! I'm great! How are you, my love?" Her bright, cheerful voice always makes me feel peaceful. It grounds me when I listen to her speak; it reminds me of when she used to read all kinds of stories to me as a child.

"I'm alright," I respond vaguely, lacking the energy to tell her about my eventful day.

I hear my mum giggle. "I saw a picture of your mystery girl on my Instagram this morning," she says. "Luna Bennett. What a lovely name."

My blood instantly runs cold and I think my heart stops.

"Mum, where did you get that name?" I ask sternly. I can feel my breathing accelerate. Fuck. If mum heard about Luna all the way from back home, I wonder what the media here in America is saying about her.