Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Twenty-Five

Harry

7 days.

7 long and torturous days.

My stomach was the anchor to emptiness. I felt off without her. This business trip already felt like hell. It was 4 hours away from my office and sleeping in a hotel room was not helping.

I haven't slept in two days. I've been swamped preparing for this meeting with Velvet. I have to deal with a broken contract from a band I previously worked with. A waste of my time completely.

It kept me away from her and that annoys the shit out of me.

We haven't talked about what I said out loud at her party. I knew it scared her. I thought those words would be hard to say with meaning but they weren't. I want everybody to know that she is mine.

She is every good thing about summer.

She was golden and if she wasn't, I'd pick her thunder. I'd pick her rain to water my flowers and drown me away from my hurt.

It is her blood in my veins, now tell me, how am I supposed to forget? She makes me feel most alive. I was in a routine of nothing before her. I can't think about losing her, it makes me sick.

I met Penelope in our rented Bentley. Her room was next to mine and I could tell from the bags under her eyes that she didn't sleep well either.

"I would much rather be in bed." She grumbles.

I've worked around Penelope for years and we've never had a personal conversation but lately, something has drifted. Our drive down here yesterday, we chatted about her life.

I learned that she was married and has been since 18. Terry and her were high-school lovers and they have a son together, Samuel. He looked just like Penelope, red hair and freckles.

I never noticed her pregnant. I never paid much attention to her truthfully and that just makes me feel shitty. Who could work around someone and not notice things like a 9 month pregnant belly?

I felt like I had my own finger up my ass. I didn't care about anything besides work and occasionally, a good time.

"The beds are awful. I'm leaving a bad review." I try to make small talk. It wasn't weird, it just wasn't normal for us. I knew she was dying to roll something off her tongue.

"Do you have something to say?" I shifted in my seat to face her.

"I really like Melanie. I think she is good for you. You're the happiest I've seen you... ever." She was brave with her words and though she still saw me as a boss, we broke a line yesterday.

"You are not the first person to tell me that." I cross my arms.

Keaton can't get enough of teasing me lately. I gave him the week off. I didn't want to put up with his cheeky grin and childish comments about my love life.

"Sometimes, someone walks into your life and you wonder how the hell did you make it without them. She is your someone."

But how do you know

"You feel it" I look at her and she smiles like she was reading my mind.

"I look at my fiancé everyday and hope I never lose him. That fear doesn't really go away. We pretend that it does but we are all afraid of losing something or someone." I inhale deeply.

I'm afraid

I'm so afraid that being afraid is top chart on my daily emotions

"How did you know he was the one?"