"Is it true?" She asked a little disappointed, a little mad, a little happy, and a little sad.
Harry stared up at her with green eyes glazed with sleep, standing in front of her in only his briefs. He nodded slowly, not knowing where any of this was going because he had been trying so hard to avoid it.
She slammed the papers in her hands on the table. "So I get to learn from the press that you're leaving for six months in less than a week? What the hell is that about? How – how could you."
The words hit him like ice, a cold, hard smack to the face. Yet everything was true. This had been planned for two months and he hadn't had the courage to tell her. He couldn't face that he was going to spend six long months away from her. He couldn't think that every single thing could change in that amount of time.
He stretched his arms out to hug her. Maybe he could fix it. But she pushed him away swiftly and stepped back. She looked at him full of hate and betrayal and confusion.
"Did you think I wouldn't found out? That you could go on ignoring and leave without me knowing? Do you know how much this hurts?" She pointed harshly at the covers. Tears prickled in her eyes and she bites the inside of her lip, willing the tears to go away because this wasn't the time to be weak.
He only stared at her. Each second was a jab to his chest. Each flicker of pain on her face was unbearable. Yet still, he stood there silent and unable to speak. Minutes passed and she sighed thwarted.
"If you can't speak then that's that." She said emotionless, letting one tear fall down her pale face. She took one last glance at the boy who had brought her joy and turned to leave.
Something awoke in Harry and he jumped, grabbing her arm. "I was afraid I was going to lose you Case."
She faced him and he let his hand drop, hers placing his on his face. She rubbed a thumb over his cheek, "You weren't going to." She said simply with a sad smile.
At that moment, the door opened and slammed shut and Louis came trotting in, stopping upon seeing the broken couple. "Did I interrupt?" He asked awkwardly.
"No. No… just the perfect time." She said in a small and crack voice, another tear dropping elegantly. She kissed Harry's cheek and rushed from the room.
Louis looked between the now closed door and Harry who had brought his hand to where her lips had been. "What's going on mate?" Louis shrugged off his coat.
Without saying anything Harry ran out the door, into the elevator (tapping his foot impatiently through the ride) and into the lobby. He stopped short.
She opened the door of the taxi and put a foot in. She saw Harry through the grand glass doors, her eyes now red and puffy, matching his. She closed the car door silently. "Victoria Station."