Stay With Me

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Harry and Mae both feel lonely, but for different reasons. Harry is missing something he's struggling to find. Mae has a boyfriend, but she can't figure out why their relationship doesn't satisfy her.
Harry finds companionship, but is quickly turned away, empty again. Mae doesn't see a legitimate reason to breakup with her boyfriend, so she doesn't. When Harry and Mae are thrown together through music, will they find what they're missing?
*This story was inspired by the song Stay With Me by Sam Smith.


3. These nights never seem to go to plan

I’m woken up by Abi getting out of bed, grabbing her clothes off the floor, and heading to the bathroom. The sun is peaking in around the edges of the thick hotel curtains. I stare up at the ceiling and think about what I’ve done.

I couldn’t very well say no. Abi and I have been together before, so this is no big deal-at least that’s what I keep telling myself. I couldn’t blame last night on drunkenness. Any trace of a buzz the beer had given me was long gone by the end of the night. I blamed it on feeling alone. Abi and I both did. We needed an old friend for the night, and we found that in each other. Wasn’t it a way to make her happy for the night, what I’d vowed to do?

Suddenly I’m hit with inspiration. I look down at the floor. My coat isn’t too far away. I lean out of bed and reach for it. My fingers graze it before I close them around it and yank it toward me. I dig in the pocket and find my journal and my pen. I’m grateful that the pen didn’t roll out. I flip open to that blank page again, but much faster than last night. It's only a matter of time before Abi's going to be finished in the bathroom.

I hear the water running so quickly I jot down, “Guess it's true, I'm not good at a one-night stand”. I throw my journal under the bed in a hurry as Abi opens the bathroom door. “Good morning,” I say.

“Hi,” she groans. She gets into my bed carefully.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Not really,” she responds. Abi had loads more to drink than I did last night.

“Should we talk about…?” I trail off. She knows.

“Listen, Harry, I’m really upset over my breakup, and I was drunk last night, and nobody will blame you. It was my choice. You don’t have to worry about it,” she says, rubbing her forehead, her eyes closed.

“Okay,” I say. “Sure.” I don’t know what I would have said if she expected something to come from last night. I don’t know what to think now that she clearly thinks nothing should come from it either.

“Please let’s not talk right now,” she says, still rubbing her forehead.

“Sure,” I agree. My phone alarm goes off then anyway, meaning it’s time for me to get ready. She groans at the noise and I scramble out of bed to find my phone and stop it.

It’s in my jeans pocket. I pick them up off the floor and pull my phone out, shutting the alarm off. I set it on the nightstand and grab clean clothes before heading to the bathroom myself. As I brush my teeth, I continue to sort things out in my head.

I quickly decide Abi is not my soul mate. I do not want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. She's a great girl, but she isn’t the one for me. We’ve never been in love. I know I could live without her. I’ve known it for a long time, actually, but I needed to repeat it to myself. That being said, if I let her go, let this be a one-night stand, I’ll end up alone again. I don’t want that either.

Would it be cruel to keep her knowing that much? Maybe she needs me now just as much as I need her.


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