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AN: I took the idea of ‘choosing between two loved ones’ very liberally.I hope it still counts…
It all starts when Harry sits down on a bench in New Cross Station. The bench is black and made of metal, and it’s been baking in the sun all day, so it burns her thighs when she sits down and causes her to regret wearing a skirt for the thousandth time in five minutes. (Stupid Harry, she thinks, you’re not suited to dress like this. Do you think Clara will be impressed when she sees your giant calves and fat ankles? You really know how to seduce a girl.) There’s something bizarre going on a few yards away from her; a young woman, fully bearded and covered in fur, rolls a suitcase along the platform, and it distracts her to the point that she misses the first call. She only notices when her phone buzzes a short warning message.
‘1 missed call from John’ the screen blinks at her. ‘No new messages.’
She considers calling him back only briefly before the strange furry women distracts her again. She wonders absently if Clara is thinking about her. She hopes that she is. After a four month “breathing period” Harry isn’t able to think of much else. She keeps day-dreaming about Clara’s collarbone, so crisp and clean against her freckled chest, she wonders if her reward for three months completely dry will be to kiss it. Man, could she use a drink now… She chews her gum nervously and misses another call from John.
‘2 missed calls from John’ Her phone informs her. She should really call back, but Clara will arrive any minute now. 5:30 she said, and she was always so punctual… ‘No new messages.’
When Clara called her, (the first time in four months, lord had it been that long? Well, honestly, at the time it had felt longer.), she had practically burst into tears. “They say that separation makes the heart grow stronger,” She had said, “I miss you.” They had talked for a bit and arranged the time and the meeting place. 5:30, New Cross Station. Lunch, Clara had said, just to talk again. Well Harry had a bit more than talking on her mind, but she kept that private.
‘3 missed calls from John.’ Oh, there’s another one. ‘1 new message’. And he’s left a message this time. She should listen to it. John never leaves messages unless it’s important. Also he’s called three times. She’s being dumb. She’ll call him back.
She flips her phone open and gets the first four digits in before she feels a hand on her shoulder.
“Hello.” A voice purrs in her ear.
Needless to say she forgets about John’s call.