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A knock on the door wakes me up. Harry is still asleep on the floor beside my bed. I feel so bad for him. For everything he's going through. Turning him down is too hard.

I hop out of bed and look at him sleeping peacefully on the floor. His shirt is riding up to his neck, making his tattooed chest clearly visible. It makes me smile at how harmonious he looks. I simper before heading downstairs.

I open the door to reveal Sage. Her dark skin tone glimmers in the sunlight. "Hey. Can I come in?" She enjoins.

"Actually-" I jump off before she interrupts me.

"Okay, so!" She slides past me and pads into my living room.

"Okay..." I say in a questionable tone, lightly shutting the door. I see her sniff the air.

"Is that cologne?" She practically shouts.

"Shh!" I hiss, placing my hands over her mouth. Her eyebrow rears and she licks my hand, forcing me to pull them away. I wipe the one hand against my pajama pants.

"What's going on?" She asks, her eyebrow arched. Her eyes trail around the room and lock to the stairs. "Is someone here?"

"No." I lie, rolling my eyes. And to my displeasure, Harry coughs. Loudly, I may add.

"You're such a liar!" She smirks, running to the stairs. I race in front of her and block her from walking up the steps.

I glare at her. "Stop. Seriously."

She scoffs and heads to the couch, plopping down. "I can't believe you're hooking up with someone and you aren't telling me."

I eye her in annoyance and stand in front of her with my arms crossed over my chest. "Are you not even sad about this situation?"

"No. I'm kinda mad. You never tell me anyth-"

"Not about Harry!" I hiss and immediately regret it. She opens her mouth to speak but I shush her. "Marge died."

"Oh my God..." she whispers. "Who's that?"

I throw my hands in the air. "You are so oblivious aren't you?" I say, keeping back the annoyance in my tone.

She shrugs and leans forward with a smirk. "You're hooking up with Harry Styles?" She grins, changing the subject.

"You're so self-centered." I groan and walk to the kitchen, getting a glass of water.

"I'm sorry. It's just-how am I supposed to be sad over someone I don't even know?" She follows me.

I sit the glass on the counter. "Marge was our boss."

"I thought you were the boss-"

I stop her. "I'm the manager-not the boss. But I'm the boss now and I own the diner and ugh-" I take a deep breath and cover my eyes with my hands. "This is too complicated. I can't do this, Sage!" I end up shouting. I slide onto the tiled floor and sit there. Not crying, not anything. I sit there.

Footsteps come downstairs. "Is everything oka-. Hey Sage.." Harry's voice comes out in nervousness.

I look up at both of them and I am surprised to see Sage focusing on me and not the now-shirtless Harry. Sage comes closer and kneels down beside me. "I'm sorry. I'll listen, okay? Right now, this is about Marge. Marge is her name right?" She thinks for a moment. "Yeah...okay. I'm here and I'll stay here for as long as I can."

"What happened?" Harry questions, kneeling down beside her.

"I miss her, Harry..." I say softly, turning to him.

He nods and squeezes my shoulder reassuringly. "I miss her too."

"I-I can't do this..." My comes out in a low manner.

"Do what?" Sage prys, taking my hand in hers.

I push out a long breath and focus on my feet. "Everything. Life sucks."

"You could say that again." Harry mutters. Silence fills the room, the only sound coming from our breathing. "I have an idea." Harry stands up. "Sage, I'll need your help."

"Oh." She breathes, standing up beside him.

I focus my attention on both of them. Harry's eyes sink into mine. "We'll be right back, will you be okay?"

My eyes stay on both of them as I chew on the inside of my cheek. "I'll be here. I'll be okay.." I croak.

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