The Only Exception | W2S

SEVENTEEN.

"Hello?" I ask, a little unsure as to why he'd called.

"Hello. Good day?" He asks, either not understanding that my initial hello was posed as a question, or just decided to ignore it completely.

"Relaxing day," I answer, although I'm still confused.

"Good," he replies, pausing. "It's Thursday, today," he says casually.

"Uhhh, ye," I acknowledge. "I suppose it is."

"Have you got a balcony?" He asks, his line of questioning confusing me more and more.

"Yes, I've got a balcony. What is going on?"

"It's Thursday," he reiterates, and it takes me a few seconds, but I finally understand.

"Oh!"

A grin spreads across his face, as realisation dawns on my face.

"Give me a second, I gotta root through my bag to find it," I tell him, placing my phone on the bed, as I head over to my bags, finding my lighter, and pack of cigarettes, and headed out onto the balcony.

"Just making sure you were living up to your end of the bargain," he smiles, as I set him up on the table out on the balcony, referring to our conversation last Thursday, in the forest.

"I'm my defence, it's been so busy this week I legitimately don't know what day it is anymore," I laugh, lighting my cigarette.

"I bet. It looked like you had fun, though?" He asks, setting up his phone against — something. I didn't actually know where he was.

"So much fun. And, you'll never guess what I've done this week," I say, falling back into my element, the one that naturally occurred whenever I was talking to Harry.

"What?"

"I started vlogging this week. You know when the last time I vlogged was?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Wouldn't have a clue."

"Liar," I smile. "You've already admitted to binge watching my channel."

"Twenty-twenty-three," he says reluctantly.

"Correct. It's so nice to know that I'm having a digital smoking session with a fan," I tease.

"Oh, yeah. I'm your number one fan in the entire world. My secret account is called I love Holly Peterson one two three," he replies sarcastically.

"Now that is just so cute," I grin, playing into it. "I'll give it a follow later today."

He shakes his head exasperatedly, and sighs. "We fly out to Rome in just over a month," he says, changing the subject.

"Ooh, yeah. And George gets to go all the way to Peru, poor thing," I laugh, feeling bad for his long travel days.

"Worth it for Machu Picchu, though. Don't you think?"

"The Colosseum is still very cool, though. I'm excited for it. And maybe we get to have some proper Italian food, too. Maybe we'll even get to make some pasta, or something," I idealise.

"Have you not been to Italy before?" He asks, finishing his cigarette.

I also finish mine, whilst shaking my head. "I've literally only been to the States. Nowhere else. I hated flying," I remind him.

"Yeah, but there were other ways to travel," he says innocently, but his words make me think about my old relationship, and I start to tense up.

"Matthew didn't...well, he wasn't a keen traveller. We just never really talked about travelling. We were both so busy, too," I say quickly, trying to surpass the topic of conversation.