*Reagan’s POV*
We were let go early by Dr. Koch today, and I found myself wishing that he would have kept me today for an eighteen hour shift. Peyton walks past me and holds the door open so that we can leave the office together and when we stand outside to wait for a taxi, I text Harry despite the fact that I think I shouldn’t have to.

To: Harry Pleassssse?!
I’m on my way to the hotel with Peyton.

He texts me back quickly, sending me a reply almost as soon as I sent mine out and I’m glad for the distraction as we both get into the cab. Peyton and I haven’t spoken to each other all day, he hasn’t forced me to speak to him that is and that somehow has made the whole thing more awkward than it already is. Peyton gives the address and I turn myself in the car on an angle making sure that he can’t see my texts over my shoulder.

From: Harry Pleassssse?!
Can I come?

I smile to myself even though I’m still annoyed with Harry at the moment. He still has this control over me that’s so strong. I love him so much and I can’t really stay angry with him for too long even though right now I really should be. We’ve argued enough I figure more times than anyone in a regular relationship. I know that I’m not going to leave him and if we were to ever break up, he would have to be the one to end things first.

To: Harry Pleassssse?!
No. This is for work and you’re out with Robin. It’s not a good idea...I’m still mad at you anyway.

When we pull up to the hotel, Peyton pays the taxi fare and opens the door for me. Even though I can’t stand him, he still remains the gentlemen that I met over the summer. He walks ahead of me to the dining area and I freeze momentarily. This reminds me too much of the day that I slept with him. What I can remember of that day that is.

“You can choose a spot. I’ll be right back, I’m going to order myself a drink. Would you like one?”

“Water is fine thanks.”

Peyton leaves and I sit at a table by the window, watching as numerous people walk by braving the London fall winds when my phone starts to vibrate uncontrollably in my hand. When I look down Harry’s beautiful face is on the screen, a picture that I snuck of him when he was sleeping. It makes me smile and I’m excited to answer it. I want to hear his voice despite how hurt I am by what he did. I didn’t want him to leave the night that he told me about it. I still wanted him there with me, to hold me and reassure me that I am the only one for him. I wanted to go back to his house, but I can’t come off weak, especially when Harry’s personality is so overpowering and the fact that he has rapid cycling bipoar disorder doesn’t help. I always falter and find myself giving in to him. I have to show him that I can put up a strong front...even though I’ve never put up one before.

I take a deep breath as I answer the phone, trying to not sound as eager and excited to hear his voice as I really am. I’m so proud of him for trying to get better with Robin, regardless to if he sees it as a forced action or not.

“Hello?” I answered the phone begging my voice to sound neutral, but I’m not so sure that it worked. When I looked around the dining area, Peyton was still at the bar, but his eyes were on me. I turned again to face the window before Harry replied.

“Reagan, I want to come.”

“No.”

“Yes. I don’t like that you’re there alone with him. It doesn’t feel right.”

“It doesn’t feel right because you don’t trust me.” There was a pause on the phone and I know Harry is taking a deep breath to calm his nerves like Dr. Baker taught him. Harry can get so high strung, and even though I understand it in this situation, I can take care of myself.

“Glasses, I miss you. It’s not about not trusting you. I know I’m supposed to let you be angry with me right now but I just-” I cut him off. I wasn’t expecting that reaction at all. I was expecting to hear a frustrated annoyed Harry, not a calm pleading one. I guess that’s what you get when you try to predict someone with mood swings like his. I feel my resolve towards him crack further and my focused side curses me for having no real set boundaries with Harry.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out with Robin right now, bonding?”

“Our time got cut short.” Harry halfway yells at me through the phone and I know that something went wrong. I look back to the bar as Peyton prepares to join me again at the table with our drinks in hand.

“Harry I have to go. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“Reagan don’t you-” I hung up the phone and pat myself on the back mentally while hoping I haven’t set Harry off at the same time.

Peyton sat down and I took the water from him and set it on the table. I moved my seat back putting more distance between he and I as I took out my notepad and pen preparing to take notes from this new discovery in the case.

“Reagan, I was hoping that I could talk to you for a bit first before we started.”

My head snapped up and if my eyes had the capability to throw daggers, I’m sure Peyton would have two in the chest right now.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve wanted to talk to you, in a non-work environment for a while. I figured that this would be the only opportunity that I had and I’m sorry but, I’m running with it. I know that I’ve put you off with the whole Laurie thing but you have to believe me, I have proof.” I was taken aback and even though I want to see this ‘proof’ I know it will only cause more problems and holes in a story that’s already confusing for me.

“I don’t have to do anything Peyton. You caused a rift between Laurie and I. We haven’t really spoken since I brought what you said to her attention! Not to mention what you said to Harry!
Do you think he wouldn’t tell me what you said?!”

My voice was at a harsh tone above a whisper, but I was shaking with anger and my hands flew to the side of the table, gripping it for dear life. I know that my knuckles were white, and if I didn’t have to work with Peyton and see him every day, I would probably try my hand at punching him in the face. Peyton looked as if he were caught off guard, like a deer in the headlights. He tilted his head to the side and then contorted his face in confusion with his baby blue eyes as clear as crystals.

“What Reagan? What do you mean? I haven’t said anything to Harry.” My head started to hurt. I’m tired of getting jerked around by both Harry and Peyton. I’ll only put up with one of them though and it sure as hell isn’t the one in front of me now.

“Harry said you came to the bar where he worked and you insinuated something Peyton don’t lie to me!”

“I insinuated nothing. I just brought to his attention that I knew you and that you do amazing work. You’ve definitely made progression in diagnostics. I mean you’re the one who suggested that our case study could be schizophrenic, and she is...that among other things. Do you remember when you would come to me and tell me about Harry? You were so unsure if he was Bipolar or not. You’re not second guessing yourself now. You’re so confident. That’s the only thing that I was relaying to Harry before he lost it on me.”

The hard expression on my face fell somewhat before I brought it back, Harry didn’t tell me that they got into an altercation, but if they did I would understand why.
“He lost it on you?” Peyton nodded his head and then chuckled lightly while running a hand through his hair.

“He was going to kick my ass. He almost jumped over the bar.” Peyton began to laugh and I had to bite my cheeks to not join in with him. He deserves it, don’t get me wrong, but Harry can’t go ballistic every time he sees Peyton. It might be more often seeing as how I will have to work one on one with him again after the wedding. I sighed and took a deep breath in order to prepare myself for what I was about to say and so that I could get through the rest of this torturous encounter.

“I’m sorry about that, I’ll talk to Harry but, now that I’ve heard you can we please get to work?” Peyton’s face became more serious as he nodded his head, then smiled small afterwards.
We’ve been at it for thirty minutes already and I have 3 and a half pages of missed information on the case. Even though I don’t really trust Peyton, I’m thankful for him. I would be lost without everything that he’s told me. My mind starts to wander as I go into a daydream. Maybe Peyton is not so bad after all. I know that there can be no real friendship between us, but the least I can do is be nice towards him. Laurie and I haven’t really spoken since we went to the bar, and even then the only people that I had a real conversation with were Liam, Louis, and Zayn. Peyton did say that he has proof against her after all...

I was snapped out of myself and shook away the thoughts that began to cloud my mind when I felt my phone vibrate against the table. I glanced at it and when I saw Harry’s name on the screen I pressed the end button. We should be almost done here and I can talk to him when I get back to my room. The phone vibrated again and this time it sounded angry. I know Harry’s pissed but I have to get this done, then he can have all of my attention. The phone buzzed once more, but this time I took it off the table and put it into my lap to read the texts from Harry.

From: Harry Pleassssse?!
Why do you keep blocking my calls?!

From: Harry Pleassssse?!
You’re so fucking rude! Answer me Reagan!!!...I’m here anyway.

My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t asses his mood through his texts. I specifically told him not to come here now. A waiter walked passed and as Peyton put in an order for some food, I text Harry back.

To: Harry Pleassssses?!
What are you doing? I told you not to come! Where are you?

I was annoyed, but more excited. I want to see him too, but there needs to be space. I’m so confused. I need to talk to someone and it makes me wish more and more that Laurie and I were on better terms with each other or that Channel was here.

From: Harry Pleassssse?!
I know you’re mad at me, but I am a bit angry now myself. Don’t push it Reagan. I’m at the bar. He better not try anything.

I put the phone down and looked at the bar to see where it was that he was sitting. When I saw dark wash skinny jeans and curls sticking out from under a snapback I knew it was him. He glanced at me and then turned back around in his seat to finish his drink. I only saw his side profile, but my heart still fluttered in my chest. I love him regardless to how he defies me and I know it’s a bad thing to be so forgiving of everything he does, but I can’t help it. I turn my attention back to Peyton as he begins to wrap up our meeting and my lap buzzes again.

From: Harry Pleassssse?!
It’s taking everything in me not to come over there. Don't ever hang up on me again for him! Are you and that piece of shit almost done? Nod if yes...please.

I picked up my glass of water and drank from it before I nodded my head up and down, pretending to tell Peyton that I understood what he was saying.

To: Harry Pleassssse?!
Creep. This is not okay Harold.

From: Harry Pleassssse?!
Don’t get feisty Reagan and what have I said about calling me Harold? ;)

From: Harry Pleasssse?!
I’ll be waiting love. Let him leave first and then come here to me, please and thank you.

I tried to ignore the shiver that went up my spine and as Peyton finished talking and I began to gather my things to go meet H. at the bar. I try to tell myself that I won’t give in to him and that I will keep up my strong front but as soon as I see his face, my brain is silenced by the call of my body. When it comes to Harry, my brain will never win over what my heart wants.

Notes

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