Two Degrees of Separation

Chapter 5: How Many Grammys

Author's Note: I enjoyed writing this chapter. Actually, scratch that. There hasn't really been a chapter that I haven't enjoyed writing, yet. I love this ship, and I hope I make believers out of you all, too, dammit!!

Chapter 5: How Many Grammys

Scott woke up to three notifications the next morning.

Kirstie: Thanks for saying goodbye, butthead! ... For real though, I hope you're ok, boo.

Scott typed a quick reply, threw in a few emojis for good measure, and moved on.

Mitch: Where did you go? :(

Scott felt bad that he had abruptly left. He didn't know how to go on with the rest of his night after Harry had intervened with Todrick to the second time. Scott had been humiliated and needed to leave. He left that text for later. He knew Mitch would understand once he explained.

Harry: Morning, sunshine. I hope you're feeling better.

Scott's heart felt like it stopped upon seeing the unexpected message.

Scott: Morning. Much better, thanks.

Harry: Good. You had me worried that you had let that jerk get to you.

Ugh. Scott felt pathetic all over again.

Scott: No worries. All good here.

Polite, but professional. Far from desperate. Scott was happy with his responses.

Harry: What's your coffee order?

Scott's heart stopped. That one was out of left field.

Scott: Just a cold brew, black. Lol why?

Harry: Coffee is on me for our writing sesh. :) I thought you would be more of a light and sweet kind of guy, not gonna lie.

Scott: Haha, and why's that?

Harry: Light and sweet for someone who's light and sweet ;)

Cheesy and adorable. Why was he torturing him like this?

Scott: So yours must be a tall, extra bold, in a fancy mug.

Harry: lol not quite, why would you think that?

Scott tried to muster up the confidence to finish his compliment.

Scott: Tall, dark, and handsome for someone who is tall, dark, and handsome ;)

He immediately regretted his thirsty comment.

Harry: Hahahahaha ;D

Scott breathed a sigh of relief. At least he took it as a joke.

Harry: God, you're fucking adorable.

Scott's heart started to race in a way that only Harry seemed to be able to cause. He had no idea what to say. His phone buzzed again, snapping him from his stunned stupor.

Harry: You home today?

There was no way Harry wanted to see him again today, for the third day in a row. If he said he was home all day, did that make him sound lame? Should he pretend he had something important to do? His mind began to race.

Scott: Having plans the day after the Grammys? Sacrilege. Staying home today, recovering.

Harry: 1:00? I'll bring the coffee. I have good ideas.