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- Catch Up -

“How’s Liverpool? Still amazing?” My mum questioned. It was the very first time someone had asked me about living in my favourite place and I hadn’t replied with immediate excitement and electricity, nothing but positivity and joy enlacing every word. Instead, I rolled my eyes, turning over on my bed and staring up to the ceiling, sighing and trying to choose my words carefully before replying to her. “I dunno, to be honest. I think I might be done with Liverpool.”

“What do you mean?” “I think… maybe it’s time for a change.” I sighed. “Maybe… my reasons for moving here were a bit silly.” “Bellona, Sweetie, you’ve only just got yourself a new job! And your reasons were not silly at all. Anything you’re passionate about isn’t silly.” “Yeah, but unfortunately I’m passionate about a band who haven’t been about since the bloody sixties.” “Well, technically they didn’t officially call it a day until seventy.” My mother quipped. “Urgh, let’s not argue about this again.” I chuckled. I had made such a beautiful life for myself in Liverpool. I was working again, in a good job, one I was starting to love. I had a great network of friends. I loved the place and everything about it; the culture, the people, the history. Everything. But for the past few weeks I’d been feeling utterly miserable. I felt like I needed a change. I needed to remove myself from that existence and explore something new. “I’m going to pass you onto your dad, because I know you’ll actually talk to him about what’s going on in that little noggin of yours.” “Alright.” I groaned. There was a slight shuffling and some mumbling before I heard my dads voice, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, like he was walking the following conversation into another room. There was something about my dad that helped me to open up. He was very tender, kind, always good with advice and aware of the right thing to say. “Hello, you!” He beamed. “Hiyaaaaa.” “What’s up then? What’s going on?” “M’thinking of leaving Liverpool.” “And why’s that?” I’d been pretty quiet about what was going on recently. I didn’t necessarily feel like I had anyone I could talk to about it all, so I just hadn’t! That was about to change. “Me and Harry have had a… fall out.” “That’s not like you two.” “No, it’s not.” I sighed. “But it’s now been eight whole days since I last spoke to him, and even that was just… this big argument. I guess… being here has always centred around him, and I’m only just realising it. Now we’re not friends… I dunno. Liverpool has lost a lot of its appeal.” I had no intention of speaking to Harry, despite how difficult even the concept of that was. The way the conversation the week before had panned out left me with no desire to reach out to him or try to save our friendship. I missed him every second of every day, but all I could think about was how he’d spoken as though my affections were something he worried about gaining, how after sharing an evening with me that felt so intimate and right, his main concern was that I’d focused too much on the emotional factors than the physical ones. And he was right, I had, and if that was something he wanted to reject, it was the right thing to walk away from him. Entirely. “What did you fall out about? Surely it’s something you can fix?” My dad spoke hopefully. “M’not sure it is, y’know? He kinda… thought I was feeling more for him. More… than a friendship, if that makes sense.” “It does.” “And he seemed so… It was like he thought that would be a really bad thing. And it’s not even true! I don’t feel that way about him, but the way he reacted to thinking I did… It’s just a mess. Made me… see him differently. I still think he’s the best person, but he’s so… fucked in the head sometimes. He cares so much about not hurting people it’s like he can just be… totally void of emotions, sometimes. It’s stupid. He struggles with attachment.” “Well, I know full well he’s very attached to you.” “I used to think so too.” “He is, Bellona. You two are very close. It’s clear you mean a lot to him, and I’ve never even met him.” All my parents had ever really experienced of Harry was my stories, the way I spoke about him, how he intertwined with almost every tale I had to tell when I went back to see them. There had also been the odd time when I’d been on the phone to my parents, and Harry had grabbed it out of my hand and spoke to either of them like they were old friends. I couldn’t imagine what my dad would be saying if he had actually seen the two of us together, experienced our bond first-hand. I knew it was irreplaceable. “I remember when you first made friends with him.” He continued. “You liked him because he wore a ring on every finger.” “Just like Ringo did.” I mumbled, glum, empty. “And that’s why he changed from Richard to Ringo. Which is ridiculous, given how great a name Richard is.” “You would say that.” I huffed, finally laughing a little. “It’s your bloody name.” “Exactly!” He laughed. “But I remember you saying you’d found your very own Ringo. I knew immediately that he was someone special.” I felt my bottom lip beginning to tremble, thinking back to those early days, the first time I’d seen him outside of work. He had a ring on every single finger on his right hand, which I complimented immediately, and he blushed and thanked me. That was when he’d first learnt about my love for Ringo, and every day since, until the last few weeks, I felt like we’d learnt something new about one another. I missed learning about him. I missed his voice. I missed the way things used to be. “He is special.” I choked, withholding tears. “And you’re sure it’s just a friendship?” He asked. I tilted my head back a little more, staring at the wall above the headrest of my bed, looking at the Yellow Submarine that Harry had made from cardboard and painted with love two years earlier for my birthday when he was skint. I closed my eyes, pressing my brows to the centre and gritting my teeth so hard I thought they may shatter. “I’m not sure about anything anymore.” I replied.

I’d stayed up on the phone to my dad for far too long. We spoke about anything and everything, and the only thing that brought the conversation to a halt was when I’d been rambling on for a little too long and then heard him snoring down the line. The following day at work, I was struggling to keep my eyes open, on my third coffee before I’d even gone for lunch. Everything was much more difficult than it needed to be. Max began his approach, rather hesitantly, looking both suspicious and amused. “You rough?” He questioned, sitting himself down on the edge of my desk. “I wish.” I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. “I was on the phone to my dad until pretty late.” “I’m not buying that.” He sniggered. “You don’t have to, but it’s true.” I could tell he didn’t believe me, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, but I was very happy in the knowledge I was telling the truth, and my evening had been wholly innocent. Everyone at work was lovely; they all made an effort with me, and whenever I was struggling or confused they were always there to help and never made me feel like I was being an idiot, which I appreciated more than I could voice. It was taking some time for me to fully grasp my new role. Max, however, was especially lovely. It surprised me, a little. I thought after the way we’d started and the Maxwell Edison debacle would have made him avoid me like the plague, but he’d done quite the opposite. He was definitely the one I’d been most chatty with. “Gunna nip out and get some Thai food for lunch. My treat. You want anything?” “You’re a dream.” I groaned. “If they’ve got Massaman, I’d love that.” “Consider it done. How you doing today? Other than being hungover.” “I’m not hungover.” I laughed. “M’alright. Still feel like I’m finding my feet. Is that bad?” “Not at all. It’s a new role, so we’re all trying to figure it out, really. You’ll get there, and until then, I’ll be here helping.” “Thanks.” I smiled coyly. He shot me a relatively quizzical look, one I couldn’t place or read, though I tried. I tilted my head, letting him know I was quietly attempting to figure him out, encouraging him to say what was on his mind. “What’re you doing this weekend?” “Um… No plans yet. Why?” “I wanna take you out.” I tried not to look too alarmed by his statement, concerned my shock may portray as a look of disgust, because that certainly wasn’t how I felt, but nor did I feel good about what’d he’d just proposed. Max was great! He was a few years older than me, good looking, kind, intelligent. He’d been nothing but nice to me since I started, so I felt as though I should have been jumping at the chance and jumping for joy that he’d even asked me in the first place. Yet I didn’t feel that way at all. The very first thing I thought was how I’d have to go on the date alone, which I was not used to after so many god-awful years of double dating alongside Harry. As painful as that had been, more times than not, it was a routine I’d gotten used to. I wasn’t sure I knew how to date one on one. But that wasn’t the only reason I was thinking of Harry. It was like I could feel his lips on my neck as Max looked down to me waiting for me to form a reply. I could feel Harry’s hands on me, hear him whispering, telling me I was beautiful. I wished I could have thought of his latter words. I wished I was recalling the way he’d been with me in that bar the week before, but instead my mind immediately leapt towards what it had felt like to be with him at our most beautiful, rather than our ugliest. “Like… a date?” I stuttered. “Yes.” He was obscenely confident, patiently awaiting my answer. I cursed my mind, feeling blessed that I’d moved on from thinking of Harry but cringing over the fact that I was once again fixating on Maxwell’s Silver Hammer, and the fact that Maxwell Edison asking a woman out on a date wound up with her being dead. I tried to shake my thoughts, of both Harry and The Beatles, but that was a near impossible ask, given it was me. If there was a collection of things I thought about far too often, they would be at the very top of the list. “Are you allowed to date colleagues?” I tried to quip, being playful. “I believe so. Wouldn’t it be fun if we got in trouble though?” He raised his brows, rather suggestively. “I say we find out.” It was a relatively quiet office. We had the radio on, but it wasn’t overwhelming, and thanks to how spaced out it was in there, we’d gained the attention of a few of the people around us, looking over their shoulders and smiling our way. I needed the interaction to end. “I’ll think about it.” I simply said. “You’ll think about it?” He raised his brows, seemingly surprised. “Yeah.” I shrugged. “I’ll weigh up my options. I could be very busy this weekend, I dunno. I’m in high demand.” “I bet.” He smirked. “Alright. Let me know.” “I will.” He seemed intrigued as he hopped off my desk and walked away from me, glancing back over his shoulder once before turning around, shaking his head, and going back to his own workspace to collect his wallet before heading out to grab us some food. I watched him leave, chewing nervously at my lip, and the very second he was out the door I leapt up and scuttled over to Babs, who was waiting eagerly for me to arrive. “Did you hear that?” I gasped. “I did, I did!” She seemed just as excited. Thanks to the industry, we were a heavily female dominated office, and that subsequently meant that I’d only been at Babs side for a second before a few of the other girls who had overheard the conversation were coming to join us and gossip between ourselves. “I had no idea what to say!” I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm down. “You should have said yes!” Pam piped up. “I dunno.” “No,” Babs tapped my arm excitedly. “I think you did good to keep him on his toes. Probably has enough girls falling at his feet.” “Does he do this with like… every new starter?” I questioned. The whole time he’d been speaking to me, I felt nervous and strange and too consumed by other thoughts to even entirely take in his proposition. But speaking to the other women in my office, suddenly I felt all excited and giggly. It felt nice. “Just the one girl, when the company first started.” Babs told me, her knowledge helpful since she’s been there from the very beginning. “But they were in a long-term relationship. He was smitten with her.” “So why did that end?” “Why does anything end?” She shrugged. “Sometimes these things just fall apart, even when you really love someone.” I nodded, immediately shooting my eyes down to the floor, her words clogging up within my throat, enough to make my mood drop once more. “I’d just be wary,” Pam spoke again. “Maxwell Edison and all that.” I shot my head up hearing that, eyes wide, holding my hands out to her. “Me and you,” I gawped. “We’re totally on the same wavelength. Can I date you?” She laughed appreciatively, crinkling her nose as she did. Just over a week after starting there, I was steadily beginning to feel as though I was building relationships with my colleagues that had the potential to function beyond the workplace. It felt good to be around people I could truly see myself being friends with. Once again, I began wondering if the best plan was for me to stay in Liverpool, or if maybe I should have just quit and moved on before I got too attached to a life there without Harry playing a role in it. It didn’t feel like something I wanted to be attached to. He was everywhere. I shared memories and moments with him in every crevasse of that city, so much so I felt as though I couldn’t turn a corner without seeing him built within the brickwork and feel him flowing within the wind. I was reminded of him constantly, and it was becoming exhausting. I didn’t want to head home, either. The tiny town where I had grown up meant next to nothing to me, even my parents wanted to leave, they’d just become too settled there. I’d made a conscious decision to leave, to burn the town where I was born so that it was nothing but glittering ash in the back of my mind, and maybe the time had come to place Liverpool within those ashes, set it alight and let it disperse. “He seems nice.” I mumbled after thinking for a while, letting the rest of the girls mumble around me. “That’s because he is.” Babs encouraged, waiting for a more solid answer from me. Nodding again, I wandered slowly back over to my desk, dragging my feet as I went. I couldn’t deny that I was intrigued to know what it would be like to spend time with a boy and get to know him without the looming doubt of him subsequently beginning to hate the relationship I had with Harry, because that was a relationship that no longer existed. What I’d said to Harry the night that he’d kissed me was true; no relationship would ever work with us being as close as we were. It was too intense, no one had ever been able to understand it. Maybe I could finally make something work. I still had eyes on me as I sat down, people eagerly awaiting more news from me, but I just smiled and shrugged. “Like I said,” I exhaled. “I’ll think about it.”

That night, I sat with my knees crossed on my living room floor, rain pouring so heavily outside that despite the fact my living room was windowless, I could still hear the downpour crashing down onto the building from above, and against the window in my bedroom down the hall. I sat flicking through my vinyl collection, trying to decide what it was I wanted to listen to. After drinking so many coffees that day, I was once again awake much later than I should have been, and I wanted to listen to something soothing that would trick my body into a state of exhaustion. During my initially mindless search, I stumbled across a Stone Roses vinyl, one that Harry had given me a few months earlier, but I’d never gotten around to listening to. I froze, hovering over it, wondering if I should finally pay it some attention or if I’d only wind up depressing myself in the process. I pulled it from the box, my chest heaving as I removed the sleeve from its home, hating how many ways Harry had etched himself into my life. Before I could even get to the vinyl, I spotted a note he’d attached to the inner sleeve. Listen and fall in love. X Instantly, I put it back in its place, shaking my head and trembling, choosing to ignore my instinct to listen, and his message asking me to fall in love. Feeling so emotionally and mentally attached to someone I was trying not to acknowledge was infuriating, to say the very least. I knew that even if I did move from Liverpool, he was etched upon my belongings too, making him almost impossible to escape. I just wanted it to be easier than it was. I didn’t want to feel the way I was feeling. I continued my search, tapping my fingers across the tops of the cases to separate them, feeling as though I was just on the verge of settling on a sound, when an unexpected one grabbed my attention. I bolted my head to look behind me, hearing the unmistakable sound of the lock in my door rattling, and I felt as though my heart stopped beating completely, simply listening to the unsettling noises, fretting over what my course of action should be. Though my building wasn’t the best, I had never really felt any need to worry there, I had never felt unsafe, and even upon hearing those sounds, after a temporary moment of panic, I decided not to overthink and to instead, deal with the situation head on. I raised to my feet, slowly making my way out of my living room and trailing down the hallway. I kept my eye on the door as I moved, seeing it shake, the lock twisting and shuddering, my heart mimicking its pattern. I took a deep breath in once I’d reached the door, turning the lock on the inside and only being able to pull at the handle for a second before Harry had pushed himself indoors, pinned me against the wall and kissed me, fervent and feverish. Without thinking, I was kissing him back, tasting the mint upon his tongue, reaching up and running my hand through his soaking wet hair. His clothes were damp, sharing the sodden material with my body as he pushed himself up to me, trapping me in place and grabbing at my waist, moaning miraculously into my mouth. His desperation was palpable, and I imagined mine was too. I clawed at him, embracing his body, immersed by the sensation of his tongue fooling with mine. I couldn’t think of anything other than him, his lips, his hands, and my heart. “I missed you.” He groaned. I didn’t return the words, despite the fact I felt the same way. I had missed him more than I could ever describe, but I couldn’t fathom that in those moment. I just wanted to kiss him. I just wanted to be with him. It was clear he was feeling a mixture of emotions, evident in the tenor of his grunts, the way he grabbed onto me, his breathlessness and the way he’d just leapt for me, like my lips were a fantasy he’d been dying to materialise. I couldn’t place all of his emotions, but I could feel them, like they were radiating from his body and sinking into mine. The cocktail of his complicated emotions tasted so sweet, a flavour I wanted to rest on the tip of my tongue for an eternity. The mixture of his moods was being produced as a passion I had never known the likes of. I should have been telling him to stop. This was exactly what we’d been liked when we’d slept together; we didn’t talk, we just grabbed at that passion without ever discussing what was happening or why it was happening, why we were experiencing those impulses so intensely. Nothing had been okay between us for weeks, and that should have been at the forefront of our minds. An honest discussion should have been the only thing upon our lips. But when he kissed me like that, it felt physically impossible to push him away; even the concept of saying anything that could shatter the moment felt negligent. “M’gunna make you come.” He gasped before biting beautifully at my bottom lip. “Harry-” He didn’t let me speak, smothering my mouth with his, possibly afraid that I was about to see sense and halt our actions. I reached upwards, holding his pink cheeks within my hands, wondering why he was as drenched as he was, questioning whether he’d been outside debating with himself whether or not to let himself into my building and into my flat and cultivate his cravings. What was strange was how when I’d last kissed him, there had been a part of me that felt unsure, that felt confused and startled by what was happening between us. None of those feelings existed when I kissed him then. I felt bizarrely serene, like I was coming home. It shouldn’t have been that way after all the bullshit we’d been through in the past month, but there was something about Harry and the way I felt when I was with him, something about the two of us together. I pulled away from him, parting our lips and crashing my head against the wall behind me, my stomach twisting as one of his large hands reached up and fastened to the side of my neck. “Don’t stop.” He begged, trying to close the gap again. “Please, Lona-” “I’m not, I don’t want to stop.” I swallowed. “I wanna go to bed. C’mon.” I hitched away from him, edging my way out of the trap he’d created in an attempt to make my way to my bedroom, but something stopped me quite quickly. I was only a few steps in the right direction when I heard him stumbling, turning myself to see him taking a few steps backwards as he lost his balance, unsteady on his feet. My mood changed in a second. I’d glued myself to the spot, glaring at him as he tried to follow me, soon noticing that I was no longer moving. “Are you drunk?” I asked quietly, tilting my head upwards when his body got too close to mine. “What?” “Are you drunk?” I asked again. “No. Nah, m’good.” He tried to move again, but I wasn’t budging, my nostrils flaring as his body hit mine, his head down to the floor. “Look at me.” I demanded. “Lona-” “Look me in the fucking eye, Harry!” I yelled. Clenching his jaw, he apprehensively raised his vision to latch with mine, now unable to hide his bloodshot eyes. He was fucked. Without thinking what I was doing, I pushed him from me, using all my might to send him stumbling back down the hallway towards my front door, not quite able to comprehend the rage I was feeling. I felt so fucking stupid, for letting him in at all, for kissing him and accepting his embraces when he did not deserve even an ounce of my attention. What he’d said to me the week before should have summed it all up for me, it should have been enough of an answer and enough to keep me from yet again handing myself over to him and allowing myself to be vulnerable when he didn’t want my vulnerability or my devotion. He only wanted my body and I should have fucking known. “Get the fuck out!” “No.” He argued weakly, head back down to the floor. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FLAT, HARRY!” “NO!” “You’re such a fucking coward.” I trembled, still with veracity, but with tears streaming down my cheeks. “I don’t want to see you again, I want you out!” “LONA-” “You don’t just get to want me when you’re drunk and ignore me when you’re sober!” I roared. “I am worth more than that! I should mean more to you than that! Fuck you! Get out!” “You don’t understand-” He paced towards me again. “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” I shrieked at him, forcing him to cower. “You can’t just pick and choose when you want my affections and which ones you’re okay with!” He was still a little unsteady on his feet, my words tightening around him and bringing trembles from the very core of his body, and it was really like he couldn’t look at me. I thought he’d pushed in there and kissed me so suddenly because I was all he wanted, but looking at him then I realised it was largely down to the fact that he was trying to hide his state from me, trying to cover his lack of poise and his bright red eyes. He didn’t want me to know that once again, it was alcohol that had brought his lips to mine. The mint I’d tasted was there to try and disguise whatever it was he'd spent his evening drinking, and he had only decided he wanted to see me when he was drunk enough to stomach my company once again. “I don’t wanna leave.” He whispered down to the ground. “That’s not your choice to make.” I huffed, trying to get past him and open the door. He moved for me again, clutching my cheek and turning my head so he could put his lips on mine, but I pushed him from me within a second, and with much more strength than I had done before. He stumbled, crashing against the pink wall behind him, then unable to take his eyes off me, staring at me desperately like I had just crushed his entire existence. But I felt like he had crushed mine. “I’m done with you, Harry.” I told him, unsympathetically. “I want you to leave. And I don’t want to see you again.” “You’re lying.” He quivered. “I’m not!” I screeched. “You’ve fucked this up. You’ve fucked everything up!” “We fucked everything up!” He argued, finding some equilibrium just to stand up to me. “We had sex, Lona! It’s not just my fault!” “I’m not talking about that, Harry! How do you not understand?” I cried. “I was ready to fix things with you after that night. I wanted to save us! But every move you’ve made since has made me feel worthless. That’s why you’ve ruined everything.” “I don’t know how to deal with this!” He placed his hand on his chest, and I noted the tears in his eyes. “I have no idea how to… understand what I’m feeling! I don’t know… the right thing to do! I’ve not dealt with this before, you can’t expect me to be perfect!” “I don’t expect anything from you anymore, Harry.” I scowled. “The only thing I want from you now, is for you to leave. And I don’t want you to come back.” “Lona, please-” “Give me your key.” I commanded. “What?” “Give me your key and get the fuck out!” He shook his head, his bottom lip trembling as the first few tears spilled, lolling his head back against the wall, his throat hitching. I held my hand out, waiting for him to pass over the key that I’d purposefully gotten cut for him, because I no longer wanted him to have that easy access not just to my home, but to my life, to me. I was done. “I’m not walking away from you.” He spoke with sorrow. “M’not doing this.” “You’ve already done this. We can’t save this now, Harry. It’s gone too far.” He released a light sob, shaking as he went to reach into his back pocket to retrieve my key, trying rather urgently to compose himself as he did. I watched him hesitating, and all too soon he’d brought his empty hand back to the front of his body, and simply shook his head again. “You’re such a fucking child.” I stormed the short distance towards the door, swinging it open and then approaching him once more. “I’ll change the locks.” “Don’t do this, Lona, please-” I grabbed at his t-shirt and dragged him from his spot, practically throwing him towards the door. “I’m sorry, please listen to me!” “I’ve heard enough.” I was finally able to get him outside, pushing him into the hall, the alcohol he’d drank making him tumble forward for a moment before he straightened himself and tried to get back inside, rushing towards me. “STOP! Lona, listen, I’m in-” I slammed the door in his face, crashing the wood against the frame and locking him out, slinging the chain across so that even with his key he didn’t stand a chance of getting back to me. I finally felt as though I could release the ambush of tears that had been somewhat constrained throughout our argument, but not fully. I wished I hadn’t cried at all, but at least I had managed to hold in those tears, because they were so intense, so overwhelming, I knew I wouldn’t have been able to be as strong as I had been. I wouldn’t have even been able to speak if I had been weeping the way I was then. He banged his fist ruthlessly against my door, crying my name. “LEAVE OR I’LL CALL THE POLICE!” I screamed. He produced one more bang, much more aggressive than the last, and then he stopped. I experienced a moment of silence before I heard his footsteps, finally traipsing off down the corridor, cursing loudly as he went, but at least he was leaving. I bolted to my bedroom, leaping up onto my bed and ripping the Yellow Submarine he’d made me off the wall, screaming as I threw it down onto the floor before collapsing completely, crumbling downwards. I curled up, grasping at the duvet with my fingers and crying heavier than I ever had before in my whole life. I had never felt worse than I did in that moment. I had never known that agony could pierce a heart so severely. Laying there, my blurred vision fluttering over the cardboard cut-out, I realised more than ever before that Harry was all around me at all times. He was up on my walls, woven within my bedsheet, carved into my lifestyle in every way he could be. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to exist in that space. I wanted to be a million miles away, somewhere I had never been before, surrounded by new people and new cultures and a life so separate from the one I had been leading that Harry would not appear in every inch that surrounded me. I’d made up my mind, or rather, he had made it up for me. I was going to leave Liverpool.

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