The accidential Hacker

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


48. Should she come back


2 weeks later

 *Harri POV*

After spending hours tossing and turning in bed, thinking, I sends a message to Mike. 'Are you awake? I need to talk to you'

I didn't expect a reply, and jumps when my phone ring, I pick it up, hearing Mike's voice. "What's wrong?"

"I woke you, didn't I?" I say apologetic.

"No actually, we just got home." He says, and I can hear he isn't sober.

"From where?" I ask hearing Mike sigh loudly. "Drinks."

"With Zac ?" I ask, getting a weird feeling.

"Yes." He says.

"And who else?'"

"Christ Harri does it matter? Elizabeth and Rodney." He sounds like he wants to hang up, which makes me feel even worse.

"What for?" I ask.

"For nothing. Zac wanted to get out of the house so we went out for dinner and had a few drinks. I'm guessing this isn't what you wanted to talk about."

"No but do you think he should be drinking already." I ask nervously.

"I am not getting involved. I've told you that already. He's fine, he hasn't needed any meds, he's had a follow up with the doctor, the film is going great. Everything is fine. We done?" He almost snaps at me.

"No actually, we're not. Put your professional hat on for a minute, would you? I am being offered my own show with my original paintings, going on tour all over the country to 7 galleries. I'm going to need you to look over contracts." I say.

"Now? Aren't you coming back tomorrow?" He asks.

"I don't know. But I need you to keep this to yourself, ok?" I tell him.

"OK. That's great news, you should be proud." He says and I can hear he means it.

"I am. Mike, I need to know what I'm in for if I come back there." I need to know if there is any reason for me to come back there.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Are we talking 'god I've missed you' or 'we are over and done' for his part ?" I ask, my voice trembling

"Harri, for the last time..."

"Please Mike." I cried. "Please. I need to be prepared. If I have to hear the words from him I don't think I'll cope."

"Fuck I'm not sober enough for this. I don't know exactly. He misses you. A lot. But.." He cuts of himself, taking a deep breath.


"But I'm not sure. He's spending a lot of time alone, thinking about you I assume. He's usually an open book to me but I just can't read him. You need... you need to be prepared to hear him say it. That it's over. I'm not saying he's going to, I'm saying I don't know." He sound so sad.

"Oh god Mike." I sob. "I can't. I can't do it."

"I'm sorry sweetheart. I wish I could tell you it will all be ok, that he's been pining away waiting for you to return. You need to talk to him." He says softly.

"I can't. I just... I can't." I hang, get dressed and walk out the house, walking down the street, knowing Ben is home, alone and probably not asleep yet. I knock softly and fall into his arms when he opens the door.

"Come in, Sweetie." He wraps his arms tight around me while I sob into his chest. "I think it's over. I can't talk to him, I can't hear him say it. It will brealk me".

"You talked to Mike?" He asks.

"Yeah. He's not sure. But my gut tells me it's over." I press out between sobs.

"You want to stay here with me for the night ?" He asks.

"Yes, please."

"OK. Come on then." He takes my hand and lead me slowly to the bedroom, turning the lights off as we goes, until only the dim bedside lights are left on. I don't sleep much, but it is nice laying there snuggled up in Ben's arms.


*Zac POW*

"Were you just talking to Harri ? It's after 3am!" I ask Mike.

"Yeah, I was. She's fine. Go to bed, you're filming in the morning." He tells me.

 "Why was she calling you, Mike?" I ask suspiciously.

"It was professional, not personal." He just says.

I am leaning my head on the door frame and sigh sadly. "She's not coming back is she."

"You need to talk to her." He says.

"No, I don't, I can tell enough from talking to you. She's not coming back, is she?" I ask him again, feeling like my heart has been ripped out.

"Zac, I said I wouldn't do this, for either of you. And I'm not." Mike says sternly, he tries to keep a professional distance.

I flop down on the couch and put my head in my hands. "I've been thinking so much, trying to work out what to do. And I still don't know. I love her so much. But that alone isn't enough, I don't think. It's like she's chasing her dreams and if I try to hold on to her she'll stop. I don't want that. I have to let her go."

"She doesn't need to come back then, does she ?" Mike says with a sigh, actually looking sad.

"I guess not." I stand up. "I was so sure this would work out. So so sure. I don't understand how it went so horribly wrong, I'm not sure I ever will."


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