Chances || H.S.

12 | Goodnight

Harry:

Time couldn't move fast enough. The flight was short, but it felt like an eternity. I hoped that I haven't missed my window of time with Easton. I couldn't always expect her to wait on me, that's not fair. But I could tell through the text that she would wait.

The car pulls up to the hotel and I all but fall out onto the curb, pulling my suitcase out with me. I toss a goodnight over my shoulder to Jeff as I rush inside. No one is around and I'm grateful.

Someone from my team is already waiting for me and they hurry over to me when they see me enter the lobby. I thank them as they hand me my keycards, desperately trying not to seem like an asshole, but knowing what I possibly have waiting for me has me not really caring.

I finally make it up to my room and scan the key card a few times until it finally shows a green light. I burst through the door, shutting it behind me and dropping my suitcase in front of the mirrored closet door. I pause to look at myself. Fuck, I look crazy. I pace the room for a brief moment and start to panic. Does she want me to just call her? Should I FaceTime her, or maybe I should text first and make sure she still wants this?

"Fuck," I say to myself as I tug on my hair.

"Get it together, Harry. Just make the fucking call." I catch another glimpse of myself in the mirror and roll my eyes. I really need to talk to Mitch and Sarah about this, but I don't know what to say really. I know they will be happy for me, that I have found someone who makes me feel like a teenage boy again. But, I am scared that the minute I speak about this out loud, the rug will be ripped out from underneath me.

It's always almost too good to be true. I don't want this to be like that. I feel a bit vulnerable, which I have no problem feeling, but this just feels different.

"Come on," I whisper, as I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull my phone from my pocket. I gather the courage to hit her contact. My finger hovers over the call button, but before I can chicken out, I push the FaceTime button. My face shows up on the screen as it rings and I quickly fix my hair in the reflection.

It only rings three times before I see the word connecting... quickly followed by her beautiful face filling the screen. Every time I look at her, it damn near knocks the breath out of me. Her cheeks are a bit flushed and her hair is messy.

"Hi,"

"Hi,"

We both speak at the same time, causing us to laugh. It breaks the tension a bit which I am glad.

"Did you have a nice flight?" she questions, eyeing me knowingly through the screen. My jaw drops slightly to feign shock.

"Yes, I did actually."

"Oh yeah? What were you thinking about, hmm?"

I raise an eyebrow at her, watching as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. She settles back onto her pillows and I guess that we are about to jump right into this.

"My grandma," I wink, earning a small laugh from her.

"I was hoping you would think of me," her voice comes out quiet and raspy. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in through my nose.

"You're killin' me, E." I kick off my white vans and hurry up to rest my back against the headboard of the kingsize bed.

"Good," now she winks at me, the small gesture causing the blood to stir in my lower body and I can feel myself getting hard in my pants.

"You miss me already?" I drawl, letting my free hand snake up underneath my shirt to feel my smooth skin. I let my thumb draw light circles over my bellybutton as my fingertips slip just below the waistband of my pants.