Chapter 62
Elena heard the loud sound of tiers screeching on the road. She whipped her head around to see the taxi cab that had just turned around. She scowled at the driver for causing such a fuss, but then she noticed something that made her heart ache. The man sitting in the back of the car looked identical to Harry. She squinted her oval eyes as the sun was shining extra brightly down on her. She could see the man looking back at her with his piercing blue eyes.
That was Harry in that cab, she was sure of it. Her heart was pounding as she thought of Harry being so close to her. She couldn’t tell if she was happy to see him or not as her heart was telling her to run and that cab and passionately kiss the man sitting in the backseat but her mind was telling her to leave and to not look back.
She had to know if it was him for sure, she just had to. She took a step forward towards the cab but she felt Dean’s grip tighten on her hand and he pulled her back.
‘What are you doing?’ Dean asked.
‘I was just- I think I saw.’ Elena knew that she couldn’t tell Dean that she thought that she had just seen Harry, he would throw a fit. ‘Nothing, I don’t know what I was doing.’ Elena began to walk away and she heard the sound of the car speeding off again. Elena knew in her heart that that was Harry.
Elena walked up to Dean’s apartment reciting Dean is my boyfriend, I adore him over and over again. But she was having a hard time convincing herself. She wanted to chase after that cab so badly, she needed to at least know if that was Harry sitting there, looking back at her.
‘Well? Are you going to come in our stand outside for a little while?’ Elena was too busy pondering, thinking about Harry to realise that Dean had already opened the door, taken off his shoes and coat and was now pouring a glass of water for himself.
‘Actually, erm, I’m not feeling to great, I’m going to go and lie down for a bit. Plus, I got to call my Gran, I said that I’d call her forever ago but I’ve been too busy with you to remember to call her.’
‘Oh, okay then sweetie, I’ll see you later.’
Elena closed the door for him and she walked up to her room. She pushed her key in the lock and opened the door to see Clark and Abigail bandaging up Clark’s knuckles.
Elena ran through the entrance right to her injured brother.
‘What did you do?’ Elena yelled, looking at his cut up knuckles. She saw Dean and Abigail exchange a weird glance, making Elena even more worried.
‘I, erm, slipped and hit my hand through a, erm, vase.’ Elena didn’t believe that for a second. She knew knuckles looked like after you punched someone, especially Clark’s. After their parent’s had died, Clark got in fights galore, he was always on edge and hated when people would pity him for his parents passing. He just had so much extra anger built up inside of him that he would try and fight anyone who looked at him ‘the wrong way.’
Elena just brushed it off. If he didn’t want to tell her, he didn’t have to, they were adults now.
‘I need you guys to be really quite for a little while, I’m going to call the queen.’
‘Okay.’ Abigail muttered as she finished tending to her brothers wounds.
Elena waltzed into her bedroom and picked up the cordless phone that was propped up on the charger. She dived onto the bed and began to dial the Queen’s direct line, which she knew off by heart.
Seconds later she heard the sweet sound of the Queen’s posh English accent ringing in her ears.
‘Hello?’ the Queen said.
‘Hi Gran! How are you doing?’ just the quick sound of the Queen’s voice cheered Elena up.
‘Elena!’ The Queen bellowed. ‘How are you doing darling, I miss seeing your pretty face every day!’
‘Oh, well I’m doing okay, I’ve actually got myself a new boyfriend, his name is Dean.’
The Queen didn’t say a word.
‘He’s really nice, and kind and quite fit if I may say so myself.’
The Queen still didn’t say anything.
‘Gran, are you still there?’
‘So you’ve given up on Harry then. Well isn’t this just wonderful. So I guess you can’t call me Gran anymore since the hopes of you marrying my grandson have completely disappeared.’ The Queen was clearly outraged to hear this news.
‘But Gran!’ Elena hollered.
‘No, it’s Your Majesty to you know.’
‘But-.’
‘No buts. Now do you have anything else of significance to say to me or is the conversation over?’ Elena didn’t think that she had ever heard the Queen this furious.
‘I think I saw Harry today.’ Elena blurted out. She originally wasn’t going to tell the Queen anything about what she thought she saw but she needed to keep her on the phone, she needed to hear her voice and just be with her.
‘What?’ The Queen stuttered.
‘I think I saw Harry today.’ Elena repeated. ‘I think he came to see me but I just missed him. I think I saw him in a cab leaving right in front of my flat.’
‘Well Harry came to see me the other day saying that he was going out of town but he didn’t tell me where.’ Elena couldn’t breathe. That was Harry, he was right there in her grasp and she didn’t chase after him. She lost the opportunity to tell him how much he hurt her and how mad she was at him.
But mostly, what Elena wanted to do, even though she knew she shouldn’t because she now had a boyfriend, was to kiss Harry. For days that’s all she was thinking about. She began missing his soft touch, the way he smelled, the special smile that was just for her. Well, at least it used to be. She missed the feeling of his tall body wrapped around her small figure. She missed all the joking around and teasing each other. She missed sneaking off and making out with him. She missed the way his lips tasted; like orange tick tacks and sometimes the occasional cigarette; Elena wasn’t very keen on the cigarette part. She missed his light blue eyes and the weird way they crinkled when he smiled. She missed the way he would light up when he saw a child. She missed his soft hands and the way everything just felt right when they were connect with hers. She missed feeling save with him, like no one in the world could hurt her when he was there.
But everything she was missing she knew was wrong for two reasons. One, Harry had cheated on her. She shouldn’t ever love someone who did that to her because it was wrong. He had betrayed her trust and made her look like a fool. How could she love that? Second, she had a boyfriend who she was supposed to be falling in love with. She was suppose to be thinking of Dean constantly and how he made her feel, but something inside of her made it impossible to remove Harry from her thoughts and it extremely aggravated her.
‘So it was him.’ Elena gasped.
‘I guess so; it’s very Harry to go chasing after the things he loves.’
Elena suddenly began to sob uncontrollably.
‘I never got to tell him how mad I am at him. I never got to fight with him. I never got to do anything. I just let him get away with it!’ The volume of Elena’s sobs grew louder with every Harry-related thought that passed through her mind.
‘Then go find him. Go tell him how mad you are, you deserve to!’ the Queen said quietly, trying to calm Elena down.
‘I can’t.’ Elena mumbled, her cries decreased.
‘Why not?’
‘Because I have Dean, and I can’t do this to him. I also can’t do this to my heart anymore. I love Harry, I do, and I’ve been trying for a month to fight this but I clearly can’t. I think that I will always love him, but I have to let him go. I have to let go of everything if I ever want to move forward with my life because it is obvious that we are unhealthy for each other and that we hurt each other more than we work together.’
The Queen let out a loud sigh, ‘I understand. I really do. I know that you both have had your fair share of hard times and that being with someone you love isn’t always easy. But I still believe, and will always believe that you and Harry will be together forever. I know it may not work right now, but there are just people that you are meant to be with and I think that Harry is your match, not this Dean character.’
‘I don’t know, Gran, I just don’t know anymore.’ Elena’s lower lip quivered as though she was going to break down again.
‘Just trust me dear. And just to let you know, if for some horrible reason you both do not end up together and Harry marries someone else, I will not be happy, not one bit.’
‘I know you won’t.’ Elena cracked a small smile.
‘Well, my darling Elena, I must go, I have afternoon tea with the Ambassador of Norway now.’
‘Sounds fun.’ Elena let out a quiet giggle.
‘Sure.’ The Queen said sarcastically. Elena just laughed louder. ‘See you soon.’ Then, she hung up the phone.
Elena sat in her room, the silence taking control of her body. She began to quietly sob again, just lying motionless on her bed.
*
Harry had finally arrived to his empty, depressing, shit excuse for a home, house. He smacked his keys on the table and kicked off his shoes. He hung his coat on the back of one of his bar stool chairs and walked down to the basement without turning on any lights. He flopped down onto his big leather couch and took his cell phone out of his pocket. He dialled in Kate’s speed dial and put the phone to his ear. As he waiting for her to answer he immersed himself in a sea of wool blankets.
‘Did you talk to her? Did you see her? Did you win her back? Is she with you? What happened?’ Kate didn’t bother to even say a quick hello. Clearly she needed answers, and fast.
‘I saw her that was it. No talking, no nothing. I saw her brother and sister and talked to them. Her brother actually gave me a pretty good shiner.’ Harry put his fingers to his bruised eye. He flinched as it felt like someone was stabbing him, even though he barely applied any pressure to it.
‘Her brother hit you! Oh my god! But wait, if you saw her, why didn’t you say anything to her?’
‘I was in a taxi and she was walking with her new boyfriend. Kate, she’s completely replaced me. And the most annoying part is that he seemed really cool.’ Harry sighed as he thought of them walking together, cuddling and kissing as they strolled down the street.
‘Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry.’ But realistically, Kate already knew about Dean, but she did still feel awful. ‘So do you have any other plans on how to get her back?’ she asked curiously.
‘Kate, I’m leaving her alone. Her brother and sister both asked me to leave her be and I’m going to respect their wishes. It’s not fair for me to continuously bother her and her family. I don’t want to cause her anymore harm and pain because I love her.
‘No, Harry you can’t just-.’
‘No, I’m not giving up on her, I will never ever give up on her, but I’m just respecting her family like she would want me to. Maybe in the future we will see each other again, maybe then things will be different, but for now, we can’t be together. It pains me to know that this didn’t work out because I wrecked everything. But this is life and I have to deal with what I am given. I just wish that I was more careful with things like Elena. I have to respect what they asked me to do because they have Lena’s best wishes in mind. I just need to let her be happy with her new boyfriend and her new life.’
‘Harry, no.’ Kate pleaded; it sounded like she was almost in tears.
‘Kate it’s decided. I’m sorry. But I’m letting her go. I’m letting her be happy.’
Then Harry heard it, Kate’s sniffles, and then the loud cries that followed. William snatched the phone from Kate and said that they were going to go. He hung up the phone.
Harry was all alone in his massive house, sitting in the basement, in the dark.
The tears then hit him too.
Harry began to cry.
