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,b>Life Collides Chapter Ten:

Making Ground


Shifting from one foot to the other, Harry tried to ignore that both Teddy and Emily had avoided breakfast that morning, even after Georgia had made a great show of preparing a grand one of pancakes and sausages. While Harry tried to ignore this, Alan and Adam both sat at the table, eating away, enjoying the extra food left over from Emily’s and Teddy’s absences.

“Do you have the day off?” Harry asked, looking at George. She nodded.

“Yeah, Emily and Josh are the only ones in. Their training some people who are going to cover us while were away on tour.” Georgia explained, and moved across the kitchen to empty the contents of her coffee mug in the sink. “I should get changed; Adam and I have to do some shopping. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” Georgia offered, but Harry shook his head.

“No, I should stay. If we’re leaving for England in less then two weeks, I should probably finish some of the songs I’ve been writing. I need to practice a lot.” Harry turned down, no longer wanting to be near Georgia. He knew she was just trying to get him out of the house, and away from Ted, but at that moment what Harry wanted was to talk to Ted.

“Well, were leaving in half an hour. Let me know if you change your mind,” Georgia started to say as Harry turned to the door.

“Yeah, great breakfast, Georgia.” Harry said as he pushed open the door and entered the hall.

Taking a deep breath Harry ran his hand through his hair, trying to think of a way to fix everything. He knew he wouldn’t be seeing Emily any time soon, but his thoughts turned to Teddy, who he knew, was in his room probably still asleep. He had no idea when or if he could get Teddy to listen to him for a few minutes so that he could explain what had happened. However, Harry knew deep down that there was no way he would get Teddy’s forgiveness before he got Emily’s.

Groaning to himself, Harry rushed up the stairs and went into his room. Shutting the door behind him, Harry sat down on his sofa and looked out the window. It had rained lightly through the night and rain drops covered the window. He couldn’t remember being in such a situation as he was in then. It was almost as confusing as Cho Chang, how he wasn’t actually sure who she liked. Cedric or him; him or Teddy?

It wasn’t really that Harry had any feelings for Emily. Really, he just saw her as a really good friend. And when he had discovered that she liked him, he had wished it wasn’t true. It was like he was at Hogwarts again, with a bunch of girls falling for him. What was so great about him anyhow?

His fingers itching for something to do, Harry reached over and grabbed his guitar. Just playing around with it he found a chord progression that he liked and played it over and over, occasionally changing it up to keep it interesting. He didn’t really know what he was doing, and what he was playing was pretty basic. Making up words he slowly made up a song.

So come on, and I will refrain
And I’ll keep on running this never ending race
And maybe next time, will be the right time
And maybe next time will be your time
So save your scissors for someone else’s skin
My surface is so tough I don’t think the blade will dig in
Save your strength, save your wasted time
There’s no way that I want you to be left behind
Go on and save your scissors, save your scissors
So why, does it always seem,
That every time I turn around, someone falls in love with me
This has never been my soul intention
And I have never claimed patens on such inventions
So save your scissors for someone else’s skin
My surface is so tough I don’t think the blade will dif in
Save your strength, save your wasted time
There’s no way that I want you to be left behind
Go on and save your scissors, save your scissors



After getting to what he could call a chorus he stopped playing and quickly wrote everything down. He wanted to remember every bit of it that he had already done so he could work on it later and improve it. Putting it away, he decided he should work on some of the other song he still hadn’t finished. Looking in the pile of scraps that he had written various chords, progressions, and lyrics on, he compiled some together, hoping to come out with a good song. After two hours he had written a new song as well as part of the first one that he could potentially play at his next concert.

Sitting back, he leaned the guitar against the arm of the couch, and slid into the couch to stare at the ceiling. Rubbing his temples he tried to think of something to do. He wasn’t going to go shopping with Georgia as he knew she would just pester him the whole time about what he should do. Well it doesn’t matter any how, she’s probably already gone, Harry thought to himself, glancing at his watch. It was nearing one o’clock in the afternoon. As Harry noted this, he heard movement across the hall, and to his surprise and utter bewilderment a knock came to his door.

For a moment he wasn’t sure if he should answer, a little unnerved, but snapping back to his senses Harry called to who ever it was that they could come in. He watched as the door opened, and Teddy popped his head around the door. He looked pretty mellow, and Harry waited for him to speak first.

“Hi Harry, I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment.” Teddy said, sounding a little serious.

“Yeah, that would be fine.” Harry answered a little cautious.

Teddy nodded, and took a few seconds to decide where he wanted to sit. At last he chose to sit on the edge of Harry’s bed, and looked him straight in the eye, almost pushing Harry to look the other way, but instead he stared straight back. He was a few moments before Teddy said anything, and at last Teddy looked away, and Harry relaxed a little. It had been like some kind of test.

“Yesterday was a crazy day.” Teddy stated ominously. Harry nodded, not sure what to say. He was waiting for Teddy to start yelling at him or something of the sort. Instead, Teddy seemed to be calm.

“I don’t blame you, Harry, for what happened. Last night I did, but I know Emily, and after awhile I got around to thinking differently. Emily has never been too good with hearing the truth sometimes. And when you told her what you told her she got really upset.” Teddy fell silent, and Harry waited for him to start again. But when he didn’t, Harry realized it was his turn to say something.

“I just thought she was making the wrong decision with me. You and her, well, you guys seem to be pretty good together. Georgia told me everything that happened in the past, and I couldn’t hold back really.” Harry chose his words carefully; to his delight Teddy nodded.

“That’s fine. I’m not surprised that you know everything, especially since you’ve been here for so long.” Teddy smiled. “But honestly, I think Emily will come around soon enough. She isn’t one to hold grudges long-” Teddy cut himself off when Harry gave him a skeptical look. “Well, at least, not with her friends.”

Harry and Teddy both shared a little laugh, and then Ted decided to move on to another topic, and asked Harry about the songs he was writing. “I’m not too sure if they are good enough to perform. I’m going to get Georgia to come and help me out with it, give her personal opinion on it all.” Harry tried to explain.

Teddy nodded, approving, but giving his usual Teddy-wired look as well. Glancing around Harry’s room, he looked a little impressed. “Compared to my room this place is heaven.”

“Why?” Harry asked, bewildered.

“There’s nothing in mine. I just have my bed and my guitars, and some clothing, but the rest of my stuff is at my house in Markham.” Teddy explained.

“Markham? What’s it doing there?”

Teddy smirked. “It’s where I live, usually. I moved out here for a reason, but I go back every once in a while. I like it here better, any way. It’s closer to the studio, and I have a job after all in Toronto.”

Harry shook his head, and grinned. “You really need to quit after this tour.”

“I am,” Teddy confirmed. “I told Emily, my band and I are going to go into studio soon to record our third album, and I’m getting paid enough that I really don’t need a proper job. I never really did, but I always liked having a normal just to keep me feeling normal.” Teddy admitted, and then stood up. “Any how, I’ve got to get going for band practice. I’ll see you later.”

Harry nodded, and stood up as well, a question bursting into his mind. As Teddy opened the door, he looked at Harry questionably. “Are you and Emily back together, then?” Harry asked.

Teddy smirked. “Yeah, I guess we are. Though don’t say anything, I think Emily wants to tell everyone else herself.”

“Got it,” Harry agreed, and let Teddy leave, closing the door behind him. Feeling greatly relieved, and happy to hear that things were working out between Emily and Teddy, Harry fell on to his bed and stared at the white ceiling. Now all he had to do was to try and talk to Emily and apologize to her for everything he had said. It seemed now, that this would be more attainable then ever.


A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short. One more before they go to England! Thanks for reading, do review!

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