Y/n Y/l/n, a doctor by profession, loner by destiny is a big fan of the British actor Tom Holland. Her whole life changes when she accidentally bumped into a blue-eyed man on a rainy dark night, who was supposed to be Tom's best friend Harrison Oste...
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It was already 98 days, since Harrison was far from home, far from you. But those 98 days didn't matter. The thing that mattered was those 23 days he didn't contact you at all.
Those 23 days, where he would just leave a pre-recorded voice-mail saying, "I'm busy right now, can't talk. Call you back in the evening." But you never received that call, making you feel vulnerable all day, unable to even concentrate in your work.
"Earth to Y/n!" Stacy, your fellow doctor shook you, getting you out of your thoughts. "Yeah, Stacy" you replied, looking at her. "You seem worried, you can tell me if there's something?!" she asked gently. You knew from the very beginning that she's one of those backstabbing people, who pretend that they actually care for you, but in reality, they enjoy seeing you in pain. And what's better than gossip for such people?
But you were alone, you wanted to talk. Throwing a donkey in need. You wondered how true that phrase was. You just wanted to talk to someone, at least it could release some of your frustration. So in this hope, you finally narrated your problem to her.
In adversity, everything takes a bad turn. You instantly realized, how true this phrase was too.
"He must be into some other girl by now. No offence Y/n, but celebrities are like that, and as of Harrison, he's one of those guys girls could wander around the whole day. And getting that big of a role would only make more hungry girls grab his collar."
You listened to her carefully, feeling like a blade was piercing through your heart.
"Guys have this little problem, they give up. They give up to that attention, to their bodies, you know!" she concluded shrugging.
You knew she was jealous of you dating, such a gorgeous guy, but her words, they stuck somewhere inside you, maybe in your heart. You tried to defend him, more of defending your own thoughts.
"No, no Haz is not like them," you said, licking your lips. "Then why hasn't he contacted you for 20 days, approximately a month? It's not a normal thing Y/n!" he stated. "Ah-Ah, I got some work" you rushed out, excusing yourself realizing that you were devoid of any answer to her question.
You decided to go home early, to sleep off your pain, but before you could even walk out, Aaron stopped you. He was a junior doctor, working under you, really sweet to talk with for sure.
"Hey. Y/n there's a 2 days health camp in Atlanta, US. It would be my pleasure if you could join us. The flight takes off tomorrow night." he insisted. You would have denied that offer, because of that short notice, but the word 'Atlanta' made you do otherwise.
"I will love to join." you filled in the form, realizing it to be a chance to meet Harrison.
You went back home, his home, where you lived with his lovely family, barring him. You packed up your bags, eager to go to Atlanta, meet Harrison after such a long time.
••• You landed in Atlanta. After completing the two days camp, you planned to meet him. Finally, you decided to call him, you dialled his number, getting eager to listen to his voice with every passing beat in the ringtone. After a few seconds, he finally picked it up. Before he could even say something, you blurted out. "Don't say you are busy, I just wanted to tell you that I'm in Atlanta..."
Before you could even finish your sentence, a female voice could be heard. "Haz babe, who are you talking to?"
Babe?!
It felt like the girl came really close to him, that he dropped the phone.
Stacy was correct.
You sat slowly on the corner of the bed, keeping the phone down on the bed with you. Rubbing your forehead, you let out a quiet groan, you head throbbing from the girl's words. You clenched your fist as your eyes felt like burning, you didn't care if he responded anything, you tapped the end call button without even looking at the phone as your vision was already blurred from the spilling tears. You left the phone on the bed, walking out of your hotel room to get some fresh air.
But you were incognizant of the fact that you accidentally tapped on the call recorder rather than call end button.
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