Harry's POV
This is the last street I would drive through on a Saturday night unless I was the one performing. But tonight it's there's an exception. I get out of my driver's car and walk straight through the front door. I give my name at the front desk and they let me in. I'll have to thank Pete later for the favor.
I walk into the hallway with the SNL sign I've walked through countless times before. I get a couple of head nods and waves as I make my way through. Some have a surprised look in their eyes but others have no idea what is going on around them.
It's the sound stage I walkthrough leaving the hallway. The audience and guests have begun to take their seats as they arrive. Some are random people picked from a list but others are some familiar faces. Friends of the guest host tonight I assume.
It's backstage where I'm headed. I walk down another hallway. This time it's the dressing rooms of the guest hosts and SNL actors. It's only when I see her name on the door that I stop.
The door is closed but I can hear her. It's the same vocal warm-ups she used to use all those years ago. It's a comforting sound that I didn't realize I missed until I went on tour by myself and didn't hear them anymore. It's a moment where I stand in the chaotic hallway just to listen for a couple of more seconds.
I only knock on the door when I hear her finish. I hear her soft inviting voice speak louder in order for me to hear.
Opening the door I see her sitting by the vanity mirror adding the finishing touches to her makeup. I close the door behind me with my eyes still attached to her. In the quietness, I wait for her to look over at me.
Her eyes meet mine and they widen for a quick second. She's surprised. Pete didn't ruin it, I'm thankful.
" Hey" she says softly.
" Hi Cai" I say with a small smile attached to my lips.
She looks around the small dressing room and points to the chair next to me. I almost let out a small chuckle as I watch her distressed reaction. I see a small smile on her face as she takes a seat on her makeup chair. She twirls it and stops when it's facing me.
" What are you doing here?" she asks.
" Jess told me that everyone was busy and couldn't make it tonight to support you, so I had to come" I tell her.
" Harry..." she shakes her head slightly, almost embarrassed.
" You're the mother of my daughter, Cailin" I say. " Amid our own lives and issues, I'll always support you as the mother of my child."
A smile spreads on her lips.
" Thank you" she nods.
The door opens and the stage manager rushes in with Cailin's assistant. They begin going over the last minute details. In the chaos, I watch Cailin. There's a light in her that's hardly lit. Her fire is hard to find. It reminds me of the time I saw her at Willow's funeral. She's tired and overwhelmed. It's almost just as hard to see her like this.
Once they are gone, Cailin and I are left in the silence again. All I can hear is the hallway filled with people.
Her thoughts are scattered. Her words are carefully thought out. Her eye contact is avoidant.
But I can't do anything about it. I can't put myself in that situation again. I can't come to her rescue every time, because.... I fear she won't come to my rescue.
" So...." I begin to say. " Bella"
I watch for her reaction. Maybe I expect her to be upset by her name. But she's not, at least not showing it. Her eyes stay on me waiting for me to continue.
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