morethanthis

”You’re only gonna give it back to Harry.”
”Yeah, so?”
”He can’t have it.” The man protested. ”He’s just gonna call that girl of his.”
”He happens to really care about this girl.” I took another step towards him. ”And he made a promise he’d call her back.”

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”I’m sorry Louis but I’m just doing my job. She’s only gonna distract him from doing what he should!” The man started to sound really annoying with me. Did I mention we all have had our cellphones taken away? I don’t know how Harry got his back but it didn’t take long for him to lose it again. Stupid rule, this was the first man we’ve worked with who had made us hand them in. I bet he made that rule up right before we got here because he knows how teenage boys can be.
”Oh for Gods sake!” With a quick snatch I grabbed the phone and ran off.
”Hey! You can’t do that!”
The man started to chase me. I ran past the recording studio and caught a quick glance at the rest of the lads inside. They were singing but stopped when they noticed me. Their wide open eyes were the only thing I could see before I was past the glass window.
”I’m sorry but I had too!” I shouted back, ran into the room Harry was in and locked the door behind me. The man knocked frustrated a few times but quickly gave in knowing we’d never open the door.
”Did you get it?” Harry looked at me with big eyes. I opened my hand and made the phone visible. I wide smile spread along Harry’s face and he gave me a hug.
”I owe you one Boobear!”
”Then stop calling me Boobear.”
”No can do! You’ll have to come up with something else I’ll never stop calling you Boobear.” Harry laughed and dialed Emma’s number on his phone. He knew it better than the back of his hand. It actually went faster for him to dial the number straight on the phone than looking her name up in the contacts. I was equally surprised every time.
”Hi love!”
Harry turned around and I stood on the other side of the room to give him some... Privacy. It didn’t work very well though I heard every word, but it felt more politite than standing so close our heads touched. Suddenly I heard a click in the lock.
”Harry they’re coming in!”
Harry spun around and watched the door fly open. The studioman came rushing in together with another man who also worked here in the recording studio. The worker blocked me and the studioman moved towards Harry.
”No wait give it!” Harry shouted while his phone was taken away. The studioman also grabbed Harry by the arm and made him come along. I knew this man didn’t have the most patient mood and that Harry was about to get yelled at. On their way out I heard Harry’s cell ring again, but it got turned off rapidly.

Emma
När Harrys namn äntligen visade sig på displayan svarade jag innan ens första signalen hunnit spelas klart.
”Harry!”
”Hi love!” Svarade Harry, och jag kunde höra på tonen av hans röst att han log.
”When do I get to see you?” Frågade jag ivrigt, men blev snabbt oroad när jag hörde klampande fotsteg i bakgrunden.
”Harry?” Sa jag ängsligt, och tryckte luren hårdare mot örat.
”No wait give it!”  Det var det sista jag hörde av Harry innan samtalet avslutades. Vad hade precis hänt? Snabbt tryckte jag in hans nummer igen, men blev snabbt vidarekopplad till voicemail. Jag testade att ringa de andra grabbarna, men ingen svarade. Helvete. Besviket la jag ner telefonen igen och fortsatte promenera. Jag hade gått ur för att rensa tankarna, och Londons gator var perfekta för just det. Det var sinnesjukt. Jag kunde inte gå en dag utan att hela min kropp skrek efter Harry. Jag kände mig nere när vi inte var tillsammans. Jag sparkade frustrerad på en sten. Vad hade gjort att samtalet avslutats? Harry hade låtit förtvivlad, och det gjorde mig helt utom mig. Vad kan möjligtvis vara orsaken till att jag inte får träffa min älskade, lockiga grabb? Plötsligt ringde telefonen ilsket i fickan. Tänk om det var Harry! Men displayan visade ett annat namn.
”Hej mamma!” Jag försökte låta glad, men kunde inte låta bli att vara en aning besviken över att det inte var Harry. En orolig känsla spred sig i magområdet när jag hörde mammas röst. Hon hade gråten i halsen.
”Emma vi är på väg med Anton till sjukhuset kom hit så fort du kan! Älskar dig!” Sedan la hon på. Vad hon nyss hade sagt tog sin tid att sjunka in i huvudet. Sjukhuset? SJUKHUSET?!