The Weeks Between • HS

April- June 2021 • Sarah

*** A/N- Here is a short chapter from Sarah's POV. I wanted to show how she and Mitch end up in the middle of things (along with a few others).

•••••
APRIL 2021

Performing for the Grammy's was an incredible experience. One I definitely won't forget because Alex was jamming out in my tummy the entire time I was playing. I'm sure if there had been a close up, you could have seen his movements through the pleather. It was also at that time that Mitch and I decided to announce the news to the world, considering I was due in just a few weeks. Harry was the one who took the photo of the two of us hanging out on the couch backstage, looking like two members of a biker gang in masks.

Harry was still reeling from our run in with Nola. The phone call that evening, between the three of us, was one that I replay in my mind a lot.

>>>>>>>>>> Flashback to February 26th

------ Call to Harry -----

"What do you mean she's there to move her stuff out? She already took everything."

"No, Harry. She came to get the boxes and the girls toys. She has movers here packing it all up," I say, cautiously, knowing that he is a smart man and can figure out that this means things are OVER over.

"Did you talk to her?" he asks me and Mitch answers that one.

"Yeah. I asked her what she was thinking," Mitch says into the speaker with his voice raising slightly.

"I wish you would have just stepped aside and let her get her stuff." His voice is defeated.

"I don't understand why you aren't more mad about this."

"What good is that going to do? Then I'd be in a pissy mood all the time and it won't change anything about ."

"You mean it won't change the fact that she cheated," Mitch deadpans and I smack his arm again. "What? She did. Obviously, and it pisses me off, but what pisses me off more is the fact that he just gave up, like he's not even mad about it," Mitch argues with me, instead of Harry.

"Guys, I'm still on the other end of the phone. You can fight about this later." Harry says. "Please just get my stuff for me and leave."

"Ok. Bye Harry."

----- End of call ------

"What the hell?" I say as we hang up with Harry.

"What?!" Mitch defends.

"WHAT?! What was that? He is crushed, and he's trying to hold it all together, and you just keep telling him that he's not handling it the right way."

"Well he's not. You know what's going to happen. He's going to snap the day before the Grammy's and we will be the ones to pick him up off the floor."

"Even if we are, that's what you do for your friends. You don't tell them that they are doing it all wrong. I'd like to see you handle the situation he's in," I say.

"I wouldn't get myself in that situation in the first place."

"What is that supposed to mean? You do realize that I'm pregnant."

"Yeah, but you're my wife."

"Only after a rather rushed ceremony. I know it's not ideal, but these things happen and we have no idea the circumstances that lead to this. Aren't you the slightest bit interested to know? I mean, were she and Harry even technically dating then? It seems very muddy."