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//call three//

januari 1, 2015 03:12 am

eyes hollow voice steady thoughts are flying

1-800-273-8255

he answered within two seconds as she nervously clicked her tongue

"hi lauren"

her fingers stopped ticking as she lay her hand in her lap, pressing her phone to her right ear

"how did you know it was me?"

"no one else calls at 3:12 am, lauren."

she didn't know how to start so she just blurted the confession out

"i'm sorry"

it took him a couple seconds to respond

"why? you haven't done anything wrong."

"i'm sorry for my shitty mood the other day, i'm sorry for keeping you awake with my stupid sad thoughts."

as harry breathed in and out, his boss signed to him to cut off the conversation. Why did he have to let her listen to their conversations again? never had he been called 'unprofessional'.

"you have to remember love, this is my job, so my job is to help you even if you are being rude to me."

"yes that's true but-"

"hi lauren, this is betty, harry's boss, and he had another emergency so i'm taking over his call."

harry sat there, empty, looking up at his boss who had just disconnected his call. he signed, frustrated, and stood up to get some coffee.

As he poured in the hot liquid, he thought of what his boss had said to him, the other day.

"you can't fall in love with a voice, harry."

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kind of harry's point of view, hope you like it x