The accidential Hacker

Harriet is a struggling painter.. One day she accidentially hacks into someone computer and it turns her whole life upside down

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28. Not well

 

6 weeks later

 *Harri POV*

 Oh I miss Zac so damned much, he had been 2 weeks in Canada, then home for 4 weeks and the last 4 weeks he has been in Lousiana, working hard on a new movie, a music movie about a real life country legend with a hard life. This might be his big break and he is very nervous.

 My stomach has started growing a bit and everything still looks perfect and I couldn't be happier, I can't wait to become a mother.

 My phone rings and I see it is Zac's number. "Good morning handsome". I answer happily, I always love hearing his voice.

"Good morning my darling," Zac's voice is hoarse and gravelly and he sound exhausted. He has two months back on the movie still.

"Zac are you OK? I'm starting to worry." I says as the truth is.

"I am. But just in case, I'm seeing a doctor this afternoon, but honestly I think it's just a cold." He says, not sounding entirely convinced.

"A cold that never gets better because you don't rest." I scold him. It has gotten worse for the last ten days, all the singing is hard on his voice.

"Ah. Yes. You might be right. Plenty of time for rest when I'm finished. How's it going there? Is our baby girl growing ?" He asks, brushing me off again.

"Great, I'm just looking at some photos from the last scanning. He's so gorgeous, I can't wait to meet him." I say. He insists that it is a girl, I am sure it is a boy. We don't know yet.

"Me neither.. and her, remember she is a girl. Luckily we are almost halfway there". He says, then coughing badly.

"Baby that caugh sounds really bad, I might even come over a bit early if I can, if you're not too busy." I say. I am supposed to go see him in a week, but I am worried about him.

"I'm never too busy for you. I am busy though, you won't see much of me during the day." He says and I hear Declan, his assistant, speaking in the background. "I have to go and get ready darling, I'm sorry. I'll try to call you tonight. I love you."

"I love you too baby. Let me know what the doctor says?" I say.

I put the phone down and immediately picked it back up, dialling. "Mike ? It's Harriet". I have gotten to know his puplicist Mike quite well.

"Hey sweetie, were your ears burning? I was just thinking about you." He says grinning. "What's up?"

"Uh, no? But I was just talking to Zac and I am very worried. Can you book me an earlier flight to Shreveport ?" I ask him, as he is taking care of my ticket. "Have you talked to him? He sounds awful, Mike."

 He sighs. "He does have a tendency to get sick when he drops weight like that. I don't mind you checking in on him though, he's stubborn when it comes to doctors and medical attention. I'll get on to it now and call you back. Are you packed?"

"No, but I can be tomorrow". I say, feeling the hard knot in my stomach grow.

"I'll get back to you, Harriet."

An hour later I get a message from Mike. I am flying out in the morning. Time to pack. I think for a while about telling Zac and decide to surprise him instead. By the time I am ready for the next morning it is almost 1am and I realise I haven't heard from Zac. Deciding it is too late to call him, I go to bed excited, knowing I will see him the next day and be in his arms again.

 

*Zac POV*

I go home after a long day of filming and stand under a hot shower, letting the water wash away some of the tension from the dav. My muscles still aches and when I swallow my throat is on fire again. It is only then I remember the doctors appointment I have completely forgotten about, I have been caught up filming until late and it has slipped my mind. I get Declan to make another one tomorrow. Out of the shower I pull on a pair of jeans and lay down on the couch, only getting as far as thinking about dinner

before I fall asleep.

 When I wake I am thinking about Harriet. Wishing next week will hurry up so I can see her, hold her, smell her, kiss her. I clap a hand to my mouth as I realise I was supposed to call last night and I had fallen asleep on the couch. I know she will understand, but I decide to call her and is surprised to find her phone switched off. Harriet never switches off her phone, and she never parts with it. Maybe it has run out of battery, I will try her again when I get to the set. 

 I know I should keep to my strickt schedule but I just couldn't bring myself to run this morning, I am stiff

from sleeping on the couch, and has woken up late, so I skip straight to the hot shower.

 

*Harri POV*

 The cab ride from Shreveport to the set drags on and on. I feel like I might have seen every single blade of grass we pass, every window in every house, every line on the road. Finally we pull up and I call Declan so he can meet her at the gate.

"Harriet ?" a voice says behind me.

"Oh, Harri, please. You must be Declan?" I say to the young smiling man, taking his extended hand and shaking it.

"Yes, it's lovely to meet you. As you can imagine I've heard a lot about you!" He says with a chuckle.

"Haha he likes to exaggerate, don't believe all of it! How is he today?" I ask nervously, Declan is the one that sees him out of character and probably know best.

"Yeah. He's ok. Definitelv not himself, I don't think. He's in his trailer at the moment you've come at just the right time, he has about an hour." He tells me.

He leads me to the trailer and leave me to knock on the door. I hear Zac clear his throat before he says "Come in, Dec. It's open".

A smile spread across my face as I open the door and peeked inside. "I'm not Dec but hopefully I'm not a disappointment either". I say softly and walk toward him. He is sitting on the couch and I sit in his lap, trying to hide a wince seeing him.

"Harri! Oh my god! It's so fucking good to see you." He buries his face in my neck and squeezes me tight to him. "You look so much better baby, it is okay to hug you now right ?"

"Totally okay, I am all healed, except for the wrist". I am grateful he isn't looking at my face, it means I don't have to hide my shock at his appearance. 

After stroking his hair for a few minutes I pull his face to mine, kissing him slowly "Damn I've missed you". I breathe, pulling away to look into his face. I feel tears well behind my eyes and force them back, not wanting to show him. 

 He looks drawn, thin and sick. His hazel eyes are sunken and dull, dark underneath and red around his eye lashes. Just under his eyes his cheekbones poke out a little too far, accentuating his skin and bone face. I can feel his body under me, bony and sickly thin where he is normally so strong. His skin is pale and almost grey, slightly slick with sweat, and his hands look ten years older than just a few weeks ago. I notice when he brushes his fingers over my cheek that his hand trembles slightly, and he cough raspily, needing a moment to catch his breath. I almost feel sick myself. My beautiful strong man is looking thin, weak, and sick.

Choosing my words carefully, I look into his eyes and aske gently, "What did the doctor say to your yesterday ?"

Zac lowers his gaze. "We got busy and I missed the appointment. Dec has made me another one this afternoon."

"OK good. How is it going ?" I ask, honestly it is hard for me to look at him, I just can't handle seeing him like this.

"The film? Good, I think. I'm second guessing everything, I've never done that before. I'm really worried I'm going to monumentally fuck it up". He sighs.

I tilte his chin up so he has to look at me. "Zac, that's not going to happen. You are so talented, so clever, and so determined. Yes it's been hard and it's going to get harder, but you're going to kick it's arse like you always do."

"I'm not used to this. Self doubt when it comes to my work is not in my vocabulary. I don't tolerate it. I've just had so much criticism already." He looks so defeated.

"I know. I read it. But they don't know how exceptional you are, that you put your absolute everything in to every role. You hadn't started filming then, and I bet you've taken it on board, yes?" He nods. "Well just keep doing your best, and let them commend you when it's released. Because they will." 

 He smiles and kisses me lightly on the lips. "Now, we need to talk about something else. I promised not to mention your weight anymore, and I won't. How are you feeling?"

"Awful honestly. Every inch of my body hurts. I can't get through half a day without Tylenol, my throat is so sore I can only eat soup, and my head feels like it might explode. I didn't run this morning and I'm all stiff because I slept on the couch." He answers, hanging his head.

I can't speak. All I can do is pull him close and hug him, praying the doctor will order him to rest, when we go see him this afternoon.

 

 

 

 

 

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