“Little by little, Harv. We’ll get there.”
I wasn’t sure wheretherewas, but I was willing to go with him. I knew it’d be a bumpy ride, and I knew he did too, but we’d travel it together.
Chapter 20
Killian
For the next few days, Harvey and I kept in touch, mainly by phone. After our eventful Wednesday, he’d come along with me to the gig. I’d sang, all the while watching him.
He seemed to have a good time, although occasionally I’d see him clench his fist and fold his arms. Was he getting the urges again?
I hated seeing him that way, and I knew it wasn’t something he’d get over easily, if at all, but if between us we could sensitise him, the urges may lessen. They’d never go away, but I was adamant that I would stick by him.
Except Sully had been in touch again. He was eager to get the ball rolling. I’d found someone to look over the contract, and they’d said it was sound. Nothing untoward. A record deal for two albums, appearances, and the songwriters, as Sully had mentioned.
I’d almost fallen over when I looked at the money involved. It was more than I’d ever seen in my life. Hell, if all went to planand I didn’t fuck up, I’d be able to do all the things I’d only ever dreamt of.
I had demons, too.
“We’re going to be doing some promo once you’ve signed everything. Start the ball rolling. You’ll be in the studio recording some music and working with a great guy I know who writes the most amazing songs. It’ll mean you being in London for about a week, maybe more. Don’t worry about accommodation. We’ll find you somewhere to stay.”
“Erm, okay. Sounds good. I still haven’t found a manager yet, or an agent, but a guy I know looked over the contract.”
“Get an agent, Killian. They’re worth their weight in gold. Look, gotta shoot. Big clients coming in this afternoon. Get back to me when you can.”
The line went dead before I could say goodbye.
As with Harvey, things were moving quickly. We’d not fooled around since he’d had a meltdown, but that wasn’t because I didn’t want to. We’d just not had time to be together. I needed to rectify that.
I couldn’t invite him over to my place. So, what else could we do?
“Harv, how’d you fancy going out later?” I asked him later on the phone.
“Um, yeah. We can do. What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know.” Something that wouldn’t cost a lot of money. I might have a contract lined up, but I’d see no hard cash until it was all completed.
“There’s a Halloween scare fest if you fancy that,” he suggested.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. There’s a showing ofFriday the 13thafterwards. I saw it a while back and was planning on going.”
“Text me the details, and I’ll meet you there. I don’t need to get dressed up, do I?”
“No, come as you are. It starts at six, but the movie doesn’t start until nine. We could grab some food in the meantime.”
“Perfect. Meet you later.”
He sounded brighter than the last time I’d spoken to him, and that pleased me. I worried.
The scare fest was in an old industrial unit. Zombies and ghosts hung around outside, scaring the bejesus out of us as we queued up outside. I pulled him closer and placed my arm protectively around his shoulder.
“Saving me from the big, bad zombies.”
“Hey, I can run faster than you with these long legs.”
He slapped me on the chest. “I can’t believe you’d leave me behind.”