#and i got this email about the careers fair that i completely forgot about and i just had to laugh

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I love finding out my past self did something really nice for me that I forgot about

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Overlooked and Overworked

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: Being Tom Holland’s little sister was great growing up, but after his success she’s a little left behind. Y/N Holland is willing to do whatever for her family because she loves them.

Warnings: Angst, fluff ending, rude Tom, overworked, sleep deprived

A/N: I don’t think Tom or any of the members of the Holland’s would allow this to happen to any member of their family or friends, I just had this idea and wrote it. Also I wrote this back in like January and just now got the guts to post it!

MASTERLIST    BUY ME A COFFEE

The past couple of years for you have been an emotional roller coaster. You’ve been so excited and happy to see your brother succeed in his career. It’s always fun to see him on the big screen as someone else. But it’s also been tiring and sad because you feel left out. You don’t get to go to set often, you don’t get to travel with him, and you aren’t a part of his charity. The Brothers Trust is just him and your 3 other brothers. Given you help out way more than all of the brothers. Since you went to school for business, you help your mum and dad with both of their businesses and then run The Brothers Trust.

Tom is the oldest, then it’s you, the twins, and then Paddy. You’re only a year and a half younger than Tom. You were very close growing up, but once he started doing movies, you slowly grew apart. Him and the twins then grew closer. You loved him dearly but it just wasn’t the same since you never felt included. He took Harry to sets with him and on press tours. Sam would join along when he wasn’t working at the restaurant. Paddy would join during school breaks. But every time you would try to join him, he would say no. That he was too busy or too tired. You didn’t want to fight him but you were always crushed.

When he got the role of Spiderman, he decided then he wanted to move out into his own apartment. You offered to help him find a place since you had been looking for yourself. You offered to share a place and split rent but he said he wanted to be completely on his own. But shortly after he moved into his new 4 bedroom apartment, he had Harrison, Tuwaine, Sam, and Harry move in.

“The twins are moving in with Tom. Can you help pack and move them this weekend?” Your dad asked.

“What? They’re moving in with Tom? I thought he wanted his own space?” You asked him.

“He said he wanted to be around people because it was too lonely and quiet. Did you ever find a place? If so, you may want roommates too.”

“No I realized I can’t afford a place in a nice area to live alone. All my mates have moved off to continue their education or they have jobs else where.” You said sadly.

“Tom should of asked you then. I’m sorry y/n/n.”

“It’s fine. He hangs out with all four of them all the time. I would of just been in the way.” You said as you got up and left the room.

It’s been a couple of years and you still can’t afford to get your own place. Between helping run three businesses, you don’t have time to get a part time job. You pay your parents for rent and help pay bills so you are doing adult things. Plus it helps your parents financially. It’s busy season since your mum is picking up gigs for photoshoots, your dad is on tour for standup and his new book, plus you are planning a movie event through the trust as well as trying to get all the merch bagged and shipped. You have been working 14-15 hour days for the past 3 weeks without a day off. You are feeling the tiredness mentally and physically.

Tom has time off from the movie he is filming now. They gave him a month off for the holidays. Him and Harry have been home but all they have done is hung out with friends and go to the pub. You have been holed up in your office/bedroom for 3 days straight. Only to go out to the bathroom and kitchen to grab food.

“Where has y/n been? I haven’t seen much of her since we got home.” Harry asks Tom.

“She might be finalizing the Spies in Disguise event and getting things ready.” Tom responded.  

“Oh good. Y/n is great at getting a head start on things so I’m guessing she’s done with all the prep and souvenirs.” Harry smiled. Tom laughed in response.

On Christmas Day, you only came out of your room for breakfast and lunch and then went back in your room to work. No one noticed the bags under your eyes that you tried to hide with makeup. No one noticed you almost falling asleep at the table. No one thought twice about why you spent most of Christmas alone in your room. But you were behind. You still had a lot of orders to fulfill and send out. You still had get all of the souvenirs together for the event that was in two days. You still had to finish sending out your dads orders for his book as well as finalize his January travel plans and stand up dates. Your mum had booked 12 more shoots and you had to finalize times and dates. And everything was supposed to be done in the next week. You finally caved and decided to ask Tom for help since it was his event after all.

“Hey Tom can I have you help me out for a little bit?” You asked him Christmas evening.

“Do you need me tonight?” He asked.

“If you can that would be great.”

“Sorry y/n/n. I can’t. I’m meeting to boys at the apartment.”

“Well maybe they can help too.” You sounded hopeful to get more help to lighten your load.

“No can do. We have drinks and plans.”

“Well then can you come tomorrow morning or early afternoon?”

“Can’t. I have a meeting with my manager to discuss everything that’s coming up and then all of us at the apartment and Paddy are going into the city. Maybe I can help you after the event?”

“No it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” You said sadly as you turned to go back to your room.

“What about Paddy? Or mum or dad?” He asked.

“Paddy has football that mum is taking him to before she does a shoot tomorrow. Dad is working on some other stuff for his January shows.”

“Sam or Harry?”

“Well both will be with you tonight and tomorrow.”

“What about in the morning?”

“Sam has to work remember. And I think Harry is meeting with some mates to catch up with them or something along those lines. It’s fine. I’ve got it handled. Have fun tonight and tomorrow. Be safe. Love you.” You turned and almost ran back to your room. You wanted to break down in tears from being overwhelmed and for not being included in any of Tom’s plans of hanging out and catching up. You’ve barely seen Tom in the past year. Only when he’s in London. You shook the thoughts of your brother out of your head and pulled out a sheet of paper. You wrote down everything that needed to be done. Then on your white board, wrote them down in most important the least important.

First up was getting all of the brothers trust bags done. You went to the storage closest and pulled out everything you would need and set the boxes on your bed. Then you went and grabbed a tote to put the finished product in. It took you until 4 am, but you finally finished putting them together. You went into the kitchen and made you some tea. You went back in your room and marked the brothers trust goody bags off of your list. Next you started finalizing plans for your mum. That just involved organizing times and dates. You finished that around 1030 am. You marked that off the list as well.

Before you emailed all of the clients their dates and times, you went to the kitchen to grab and snack and drink. Your mum was in the kitchen.

“Morning love.” She smiled at you.

“Morning.” You said back waiting on your tea.

“So I’m going to drop Paddy off at football in 20 minutes and then Tom will pick him up to go into the city. I have to go to my shoot. Do you have the invoice I can give them?”

“I do.” You rushed to your room and grabbed it from a folder then went back and handed it to her. “Everything is on there. The deposit has been paid and it shows that as well as the price for the shoot and the editing. It also gives the timeline of when they will get the pictures.”

“Great. This is wonderful. Thank you. Also the theater called and said we can set it up today at 3 pm. Are you okay to handle that on your own?”

You sighed but answered, “yes I can handle it. I finished the bags last night. I just need to print off the papers to put on the seats as well. Plus get the itinerary finished which I will have by tonight so Tom knows what’s going on.”

“That’s great. I’ll be there to take photos as well as Harry but the boys will all be busy with fans and making sure they all feel special.”

“Sounds good. Have fun on your shoot.”

Your mum smiled as her and paddy left the house. You went back into your room and emailed everyone for your mum. Then you printed the brothers trust sheets that said what the event was supporting and how we were thankful for their donations. As those were printing you forgot you had to pick up an order of pictures so Tom could sign them for the guest coming to the screening. You looked up and saw that it was 130 and if you were going to be on time you needed to leave in the next 15 minutes.

After you loaded the goody bags into your car, you drove the 20 minutes to the print shop to pick up the pictures. You then went to the theater and set everything out. It took 45 minutes to lay everything out and make sure it was perfect. You then snagged some photos for Instagram and posted them. By the time you got home it was just shy of 5. You went straight to your room to finalize the itinerary. At 8 pm your mum knocked on the door.

“Hey baby. I’m back. How did everything go setting up wise?”

“It was good. Took longer than expected but wasn’t too bad for being the only one there. Also here is the itinerary for you and dad. I also have one for each of the boys.”

“Wow. This is detailed perfectly.”

“It kind of had to be since Tom has an event to go to tomorrow night and he can’t be late. I figured the more detailed, the less things can go wrong.”

“Fair point. Love I’m not sure if the boys notice the work you put in, but I do. Have you slept yet?”

You looked at her shocked, “what do you mean?”

“I mean that I can tell you are exhausted. I woke up at 2 am last night and heard you in here and saw your light was still on.” She paused and looked at your long list on the white board. “And by the looks of it, you have a long to do list. Do you need help? After we get through the event I can help. I don’t have a shoot for a couple of days.”

“I appreciate mum, but this list needs to be done by then. And everything you can help me with will be done already. But thank you.”

“Did you ask your brothers to help? I mean this is there thing. They should be helping you. Not leaving it to you to do yourself.”

“I asked Tom to help so I could have him do the goody bags for tomorrow but he had a guys night with Sam and Harry and them last night. Then they were all busy this morning and then went into the city. But it’s fine. I did the bags last night. That’s what you heard when you woke up.”

“I’m sorry baby. I’m going to have a talk with him. Have you had a break to just hangout with Tom. I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen him.”

“No he’s always in a meeting or with the boys. But if Tom wanted to see me, he’d make time but when I try, he can’t. But with all this work, I haven’t really done much outside of this room in a while so it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. You both used to be so close. Almost like you were twins. Weirdly enough closer than the twins have ever been. I hope you two can work whatever this is out.”

“Me too mum. Me too.” You looked at her as she slowly walked out.

After your mum left the room, you got back to work finalizing your dads stuff. Thankfully it was only 12 am when you finished. Deciding to pack all of the orders so you can drop them off to be shipped in the morning, you went and grabbed everything you would need from the storage closet and got to work. You stayed up all night working. You finally finished all the orders at 9 am. When you realized the time you rushed to get dressed and cleaned up as best you could. By 10 am you were out the door to go to the post office to ship the orders and then you were off to the theater to make sure everything was set. By 1pm the rest of your family showed up. And by 2 the theater was full of people who were excited to see the brothers and the movie.

People knew who you were. Everyone knew Tom had a sister. But you did great staying out of the eye of people. None of your brothers posted much about you on social. Your dad mainly posted about Tom and the brothers golf adventures. Your mum would occasionally when she made you model when she was trying something new. So when people arrived, they walk past you and straight to the four brothers who were ready to greet everyone.

When the event started, you weren’t really needed so you went to a back room they had set up for your brothers to relax away from people and sat on the couch. Not sleeping since Christmas Eve was starting to catch up with you but some how you forced yourself to stay awake.

“Y/n we have a problem.” Your youngest brother said as he came in the room. “The movie hasn’t started yet and it was supposed to 15 minutes ago.”

“Okay I’ll go see what’s going on.” You went to the manager of the theater and she explained to you how the light in the projector went out and it was going to be another 20 minutes before it started. She apologized multiple times.

“Hey Tom. Can you do a q&a for 20 minutes or so?”

“No the movie is supposed to be on.”

“They are having technical difficulties and it’s going to take 20 minutes to fix it.”

Tom got annoyed because he knew this was pushing the entire timeline back and it was now be pushing it for him to be on time for his event tonight. “Sure.”

“Thanks. I’ll let you know when we are good to go.”

After 30 minutes. The movie was finally ready to go. Every one was enjoying it and all four of your brothers moved around the theater so the kids felt like they were watching the movie with them personally. When it was over everyone was ushered into a lobby where there was a meet and greet with photos. By the time the boys were done with everyone, it was 20 minutes until Toms next event.

“Great. I’m going to be late. Thanks for that y/n. Why didn’t you have them check everything yesterday?”

“Because I didn’t think of it.”

“So stupid. How could you not think of it? It’s literally the first thing on the list of things to check when prepping the theater. Do your job better. Thats what you are paid to do. I’ll see you later.” Tom rolled his eyes and stormed off. You just stared feeling humiliated since the theater staff and your family had witnessed that. You were holding in your emotional breakdown until you could do it in private.

“Sorry guys. Y’all can go ahead and head out. I’ll clean this up and bring home whatever is ours.” Sam, Harry, and Paddy saw this as a get of jail free card and booked it out of the theater. Your dad came by and kissed you on the head and said I have to finish up some work and headed out. Your mum looked at you sadly.

“I’ll help you baby.”

“No it’s okay mum. Go edit the photos so we can get them sent out.” You smiled at her.

“It’s okay. I can do them later tonight.”

“Mum seriously. Go home. I got this. I’ll be home later. You kissed her on the cheek as you walked back in the theater. You thankfully left the tote yesterday which made it easier to put everything in. You put the tote in your car and headed back in the theater to sweep and clean up the mess. By the time you got home, it was 9 pm. You had been up for 61 hours straight. You were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep. But Tom was home and he was livid.

“What the hell?” He asked.

“What?” You asked back.

“You know I got yelled at by my manger for 30 minutes about how I was irresponsible and immature for being almost a hour late to the event tonight?”

“Why did you get yelled at? You were doing stuff for charity. He should get over it.”

“He was mad because SOMEONE told him I would be done with our event in plenty of time to go to this other one. And when I told him there was technical difficulties because that same SOMEONE didn’t do their job, he got even more mad.”

“I get that I probably should of checked but things happen Tom. Okay? Things I can’t control. Things the theater can’t control. I did this entire event by myself. Sorry for not checking but other than the delay the people loved it and we raised money which is okay because our charity now can help so many more.”

“You didn’t do this by yourself. We all help. And our charity? Our? You mean mine? Sams? Harry’s? Paddys? It’s our faces that make that charity. And when something goes wrong we are the ones that look bad. Not the person behind the scenes that only does some of the work.”

You looked at him like he was a stranger. What he said broke your heart. That’s what he really thought? You just shook your head lightly and walked to your room. You shut the door and locked it.

“Really Tom?” Your mum asked as her and your dad walked in during the argument.

“Yeah mum. We do all the work and she’s trying to take the credit. We’ve all noticed and it’s getting out of hand. You do more than she does.”

“Tom I’m extremely disappointed in you right now.” Your dad said.

“Tom she does all of the work. The planning, the scheduling, the packaging, social media, distributing the money, and figuring out all the ways we can make money to help those smaller charities.” Your mum added.

“She does?”

“Yes Tom. On top of helping me and your father with our businesses. We’ve seen you more than her this past month because she’s been so busy.” Your mum said.

“Wow.”

“Did you know she was up until 4 am on Christmas night so she could finish the goody bags before we had to prep the theater. That she had those pictures printed so you could sign them for the guest. That she made an itinerary so detailed that nothing could go wrong. Except she didn’t account for technical difficulties. She set up the theater and cleaned the theater all by herself. None of us helped her. We just showed up for the event.” Your mum said.

“Tom have you not noticed how exhausted she looks? It looks like she hasn’t slept in days. She’s trying her best to handle everything so we can have everything run smoothly for us. She even mentioned your event and how she needed to get you out of there so you wouldn’t be late. We’ve all been horrible to her by letting her do this by herself.” Your dad said.

“I... I didn’t know. I’m going to go talk to her.”

Tom got up and knocked on your door. He couldn’t hear anything so he tried opening it. He noticed it was locked and went to his old room and found the key you gave him years ago. When he unlocked it he noticed the mess around your room of boxes, plastic, mail bags for packages, and stacks of papers. He saw you on your bed and saw you were asleep. He went over and tucked you in. He went to your desk and saw the white board with everything marked off under the to do list. He then looked on your desk and saw how your mum and dads plans were finalized. He knew you mentioned everything when you asked him for help Christmas night and now you were done with it. Even all the orders were done and he saw the receipt from the post office proving the orders were shipped. He felt horrible knowing the only way that you got everything done was by staying up all night.

He turned and walked back to you and finally noticed the bags under your eyes. As well as tear stains that he knows he’s the cause for. It broke his heart knowing he was the cause. It also broke knowing that you asked for help so you wouldn’t fall in the deep end, but by saying he couldn’t help, he pushed you in and watched you drown without even realizing.

He gave you a kiss on the head and got up and quietly walked out.

“What time did y/n wake up on Christmas Day?”

“From what we know, maybe around 8 or 9.” Your dad said. Tom sat there quietly while doing the math in his head.

“61 hours.” He suddenly said.

“What?” Your mum said.

“61 hours. That’s how long she went without sleep. She asked me for help and told me why and I said no. She’s finished the list. She’s organized both of your stuff. She’s packed and shipped out all of the orders. She did everything for the event. She hasn’t slept. She’s asleep now but it was 61 hours. How could I let my sister do that? How did I not see it?” Tom asked his parents. They looked at him in shock.

“My poor baby” your mum said.

“We will talk to her tomorrow when she wakes up.” Your dad said.

“I want to be here when she wakes up so I can apologize. I’m going to go see her again.”

He got up and walked to your room. He quietly started cleaning up the mess left from packaging orders. He then laid on the other side of your bed thinking about how he messed up so bad. Shortly after he fell asleep too.

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Around 7 am you woke up still exhausted but you needed a glass of water. When you went to throw the blanket off of you, you saw Tom asleep in your bed still in his clothes from the night before.

You were confused as to why he was in your bed, but you chose to ignore him. You stood up and went to the kitchen. Your mum was already cooking breakfast.

“Morning baby. How’d you sleep?” Your mum asked.

“Alright. I’m probably going to catch a few more hours. Just needed water.” You said. “By the way, do you know why Tom is in my bed?”

“He felt bad about how he has treated you lately.” She said. “He figured out you went 60 something hours without sleep.”

You looked at her shocked and sat down. She came over and gave you a hug.

“Why did you do that to yourself? Why didn’t you ask for help?” Your dad said as he joined both of you in the kitchen.

“You were working on new stuff. Mum had shoots and a house to run. I asked Tom and thought maybe him and the boys could help but they had plans. It needed to be done before the new year and definitely needed to be done before the event.”

“We appreciate you so much baby girl. I hope you know that. You do a lot for this family and this family isn’t great at giving back. We do love you.” Your mum said as she gave you a kiss on the head. “Now please go get some sleep. Sleep all day if you’d like and I can bring you food later.”

You smiled at her and walked back to your room. Tom still hadn’t moved. You sat your water on your bedside table and crawled back under the covers. You turned your back towards Tom. You were still really saddened by his words last night, that you didn’t want to face him yet.

“Y/n/n are you awake?” You heard Tom whisper.

“Go back to sleep or get out.” You said back not opening your eyes.

“I’m sorry y/n. What I said last night was wrong. I didn’t realize you do everything for our trust. I thought mum and dad did it all. I know you’ve been killing yourself to try and catch up then get ahead, but you can’t do that to yourself. You need proper rest. I’m going to make sure you never do the 61 hours straight again. I’d rather myself do it before I let you do it again.”

“Tom it’s okay. But seriously. Leave or go back to sleep.”

“No it’s not okay. I’ve royally fucked up. I’ve let us get so far apart we are almost strangers to one another. I have a charity that doesn’t even have your name on it and you do all the work. You make sure my fans are happy as well as making sure we help other small charities. You’re absolutely amazing and I’ve treated you like shit for the last few years. I don’t even give you the time of day. I promise you this, I will do better. We will be like we used to. Even if I have to kidnap you and take you with me different places. I love you and I don’t want to be the one hurting you anymore.”

You rolled over and looked at him with tears in your eyes. Your brother finally recognized you for you. He finally realized what he’s done.

“Thank you Tom. I love you too.”

He smiled at you and leaned over to give you a hug and kiss on the forehead.

“It really means a lot that you said that. But can I please go back to sleep. I’m still exhausted.” You said.

Tom pulled you to him so your head was on his chest and shoulder. And he cuddled you so you felt protected from all the horrible things that can go wrong for you.

“Get some sleep and when you wake up, me and you will hang out. Just the two of us.” Tom said. You smiled as you drifted back to sleep.

[cncofantasias]

Justice - Christopher Velez:

Chapter 3: Tainted

Summary: You’ve dated your boyfriend Christopher Velez for 2 years and even now that you guys have been together for so long, there was still so much stuff Christopher refused to tell you. That is until Christopher gets arrested for the murder of a man named Zabdiel de Jesus. As the trial against Christopher goes on you learn things about him that you never thought he was capable of. Y/n is fighting between the Christopher who was her loving and adoring boyfriend and the man who’s committed so many awful crimes.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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The summer of 2017 was that of one that made me believe I could have it all.

The summer of 2017, as I remember it, was the time in my life where the feeling of being completely & utterly content with the way my life was going... washed over me.

Although I’d struggled living in a studio that had the toilet practically attached to the kitchen, a studio that didn’t just have one lock but 4. I was doing it and that was what made me proud despite my circumstance.

I was a 20 year old adult living by myself , driving my own run down car, and working a job that although wasn’t the best, nor the easiest; but it paid the bills.

Most people had moved out of their parents house by the time they turned 18 or by the time they graduated. I didn’t exactly have that luxury because most of my life consisted of taking care of my parents. Not the other way around as it should be. Meeting Christopher that summer wasn’t what changed my summer into being the best summer I’d ever had. I wasn’t the kind of girl to swoon over a guy, in fact I rejected Christopher plenty of times before deciding to give him a chance.

In my 20 year old mind, I was rebelling against love because I refused to let any man into my life until I was certain of who I was and until I took care of my education, my career first. I didn’t want any man coming into my life and shifting my focus from my ambitions to be all about them. I refused to live that life; I’d seen it one too many times in my friends and my own family.

However, despite being this independent don’t need anybody kind of woman, I remember it was the beginning of July in 2017 when I’d decided to go out to an early Fourth of July party at my friend’s house. I’ve always been an antisocial, keep to myself sort of girl but since I was 20 at the time I wanted to experience, even a small grain of salt, of that highly talked about roaring party girl twenties.

•••

“Some of it is ugly, was any of it real? Is every memory I hold of you, every part of you that I thought I knew going to be tainted with the truth?”

There weren’t many times when I’d see her like this. She was a confident, ‘I’m fake fine’ kind of woman and to know that she’d now began doubting todos los mementos que teníamos juntos (all the moments we’ve had together). It hurt my heart.

“I guess that’ll be up to you to decide bebe.”

Her silence filled the air, she didn’t have to speak because I’d known her like the back of my palm by this point. She had nothing to left to say because she was too busy thinking; which was usually how our conversations would go, and even our arguments. She was a thinker, an analyzer before she was a conversationalist.

“I remember when I first saw you at that 4th of July party. I kept looking at you and wondering how I was ever going to go up to a girl like you and not embarrass myself to the point of no return. I remember mentally preparing myself to go up to you and just when I felt like I was ready to at least introduce myself to you-“ I chuckled to myself a coy smile playing on my face. I was slightly flustered to ever truly to admit to Y/N, the love of my life, that when it came to her, I was a lost puppy. When it came to her all my player moves and cheekiness was an act that fell away and got lost. She’d made me so infatuated with her that I was intimidated to talk to her.

“I remember I was walking up to you like in one of those romantic movies you always like to watch; and as soon as I got up to you I forgot everything I was gonna say.” A small smile grew on her lips thinking of the moment.

“And you just stood there staring at me with your hands in your pockets. I remember thinking what is this guys problem,” we both laughed at this, the tension broken over our fond little remembrance.

“Till finally I said, h-h-hi my name is Christopher,” I stuttered the same way I did back then in that moment just to see if I could get another crack of a smile out of her and perhaps even a giggle. Fortunately, for my own pride, it worked.

“And I don’t know how but I somehow managed to find my charm again to talk to you for the rest of the night.”

“That’s not how I remember it my love.”

I couldn’t help but admire her, her little smirk played on her face. It was like the Y/N I’d known before all of this happened, and for a minute I think we both forgot the real reason we were sitting here in our house at the coffee table trenching up the past. I wanted her to remember the good parts first before I told her the next part that I was sure would leave her in disappointment.

“Oh yeah, how do you remember it then bebe?”

“It wasn’t exactly charm that you were laying on.”

“But in the end of everything, it worked didn’t it bebe. I got the girl I wanted to begin with.”

“Only because you were persistent. I remember at the end of the night you asked me for my number. I told you I don’t give my number out—“

“So I told you that I’d settle for Snapchat-“

“Or instagram”

“Or even a twitter or an email if thats what it took”

“And I still told you that I wasn’t looking for anybody nor anybody that said they wanted to be friends but then persisted at a dating relationship.”

“I remember laughing so hard when you told me that, I felt like I’d been caught in my own lie,”

“That’s cause you were my love.”

“Fair enough bebita, so I said that if what it took to ever see you again was to write you hand written letters and send it to you by a messenger bird; that I’d find a way.”

She looked down blushing, “and when we said goodbye, you said ‘no I’ll see you later’.”

“I was right on my word.”

“Christopher what does this have to do with your case?”

I looked down, ashamed, I wasn’t quite ready to reveal the truth to her but I knew at some point or the other she’d learn the truth. The only difference in the way she’d learn that truth, is that I wanted it to come me and my own perspective before anyone else’s. The people on the stand would paint me as a monster, the villain to any superhero, the scum of the earth. If I let it us go on without any confession of the truth by my own word; then I’d lose her forever and she’d see me in that light, the villain. I could handle the whole world and their mothers thinking I truly was a monster; but not my Y/N.

“After that night that I met you something terrible happened; earlier that day I’d had some trouble with another gang that was undermining me to steal my customers and pin my own people against me. I had a conference with the guy in charge of that gang, his name was Richard and he’s the head of Los Diablos. By the end of the conference it was in my own understanding that we were in a pack to stay out of each other’s way. But that night, Richard and his gang caught me when I too comfortable. They’d been following my moves that whole day and when they saw I was alone leaving the party. They pulled up next to me at a stoplight and shot a round into my car... 3 bullets hit me and I was in the hospital for a while, but as you can see amor I’m alive.” I’d been trying to lighten the mood, to make her see that I’m still the same man she met before.

“Once I got out of the hospital, I had two things that I had to do: one being that I had to take down Los Diablos in any way possible, and two I had to see you again. The whole time I was at the hospital I’d been thinking about our conversation and how insightful, intelligent you were. Which is what led to me being persistent and finding out from some of my homeboys that you worked at that diner on bleaker street...”

She nodded by the look on her face I could tell that her mind had suddenly been registering and putting some pieces together. “The day you came into the diner it’d been raining and you came in soaking wet. I remember the hostess that sat you had told me that you specifically asked for me and she told winked at me telling me to get some. And when I walked up to you and started looking at you. I realized you were the guy from the party. That day you told me your car had broken down and you were stuck in the rain. That you had waited in the rain as they finished towing your car and taking it to the auto shop. You said that you walked over to the diner and that’s why you were soaking wet. That wasn’t true was it.”

“It wasn’t.”

She scoffed at me, and now we both knew that every memory I was about to trench up...

Would in one way or the other be denounced with the truth. That night the truth was that I’d done something I knew she’d be mortified to hear. I don’t know why out of all the places in the world, I decided to go to her diner that day, I’d known she worked there for some time from the information my boys told me. At one point I felt that she was better off never knowing me so I didn’t bother to go their sooner, because I’d only drag her into my mess. But, that night after having realized what I’d done and what had happened... I needed the same comfort she’d brought me that night at the party and I found myself at her diner. Soaked but eager to see her.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Dear all you spectacular readers,

I hope you enjoy this chapter I’d struggled creatively on what to write next but it’s finally here the 3rd chapter and I promise not to make you guys wait too long for the fourth I’m actually brainstorming of where to go from here so although I won’t make promises my goal is to have the fourth one up by next weekend same day, Sunday. So stay tuned and I don’t know if you guys really want me to add a tag list I’d be more then happy to do so. Thank you so much for reading and all your lovely support. Te amo a todos!

[mermaidssonshipss]

Best Friends & Barely There Clothing

Hey guys! So first off, this is mermaidsonships. I forgot the email I used for the main tumblr, so I’m gonna be reposting what I had on that account here and also creating some new stuff so don’t be confused or think someone is stealing my work! It’s me! I promise! Anyways, to the story!

Warnings: Smut & language

Word Count: 3k

“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.

“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”

Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.

“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.

OR the one where Harry really can’t stop thinking about the act of making babies with his best friend, and he’s tired of her slinking around his house wearing barely anything.

“Would ya ever have a baby with me?” The words slipped past his lips casually, his eyes trained on you as he brought the wine glass that was in his hands to a rest on the coffee table in front of you two.

“Excuse me?” You all but choked as the words registered, the wine that was gracefully slipping down your throat coming to an abrupt stop and getting stuck in your vocal pipes, causing you to cough for a few seconds as you worked it out. Your sea green eyes flicked up to his emerald ones, squinting as he watched you with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips as he captured his bottom one between his thumb and forefinger.

Harry was your best friend. Harry had been your best friend for almost 6 years now, and you had been by his side almost every step of his career, cheering him on and encouraging him to take leaps he was too afraid of. But you were only best friends… why would a baby together ever cross his mind? You two may have shared one or two (or ten or twenty) drunken kisses on nights when you stumbled into one another’s flat, coats being haphazardly thrown to the floor and lips meeting in a sloppy goodnight as you both fell onto whomevers bed you had chosen for the night before passing out, but that was it.

“What? Not weird to think about having a baby with ya best friend, is it?” His smirk was only getting wider as you let out an exasperated breath, your eyes narrowing to slits as you decided to place your wine glass on the table next to his.

“S'just….” he continued, refusing to break eye contact, “What if m'not married by the time I’m 30. Ya know more than anyone I wanna have kids… so if m'not married and you’re not… would ya have a baby with me?”

“You’ll be married,” you replied instantly, finally moving your eyes away from him. There was no doubt in your mind that the boy sitting in front of you would most definitely be married by the time he was 30, and you had to look away to stop the unnerving feeling of dread from settling in your stomach as you realized it wouldn’t be you. Yes, you and Harry were best friends, but being just friends with someone like Harry wasn’t as easy as some would think. Not when Harry was obsessed with affection, especially when it came to you, and you weren’t one to shy away from it. It had been a problem in past relationships, for both of you, how close and comfortable you were with each other. You didn’t think twice about cuddling into one another on the couch, your fingers intertwined and his lips dropping to the soft skin of your neck every now and then, sometimes just resting there, feeling your skin against his lips. On many occasions you could be found walking around his flat in nothing but a pair of barely there lace panties and a white t-shirt so tight and sheer your perky nipples were on complete display; Harry didn’t mind, he didn’t mind whatsoever, but his past girlfriends were a different story. Eventually, and you weren’t quite sure when, you both stopped dating. Harry stopping bringing home girls, and you stopped bringing home guys. It wasn’t something you had discussed, it wasn’t something that needed to be discussed; you were simply best friends. Not friends with benefits, just best friends who enjoyed each other’s company.

“Ya don’t know that, pet.” He sent you a smile before moving closer to you, his hands reaching out towards your hips before firmly grasping onto them and maneuvering you so you were now straddling his lap as he rested his back against the couch. You were only wearing a pair of black lace panties that didn’t leave much to the imagination and one of Harry’s old band tshirts, tied into a knot at the bottom so the skin of your stomach was exposed and the shirt didn’t completely swallow you up. It was baffling to him how comfortable you two were with each other, and every time you slinked around his flat in barely there clothing, like right now, it got increasingly harder for him to not bend you over his kitchen counter or couch or really whatever surface he could get you on and finally sink his aching cock into your heat. He wasn’t sure where the question about babies even came from, to be honest. He just knows he was once again imagining you withering underneath him, your body draped in his as he pounded into you and you cried out his name, and suddenly he was picturing getting you pregnant and raising a child with you. His hands slipped under your shirt and rested just under your breast bones, his cold fingertips digging into the warm flesh as his eyes fluttered up to meet yours, “Think we would have some pretty great sex in the process as well, love.”

“Shut up,” you let out a breathy laugh passing his words off as joking; he was taking the piss out of you, that’s what it was, but you couldn’t control the way your heart started racing at his words and your stomach began to twist itself into knots. His lips began trailing down your jawline, his grip on your hips becoming tighter as he pushed you down onto his hips even more than before and you became increasingly aware of the bulge in his pants that was pressing against your now wet, clothed core. You had absolutely no idea what was happening or how you two had ended up in this position, but you weren’t going to complain.

“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.

“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”

Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.

“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.

“Harry, please…” you sighed, your fingers messily working to unbutton the top he was currently wearing, which, to be fair, wasn’t too much of a task since most of the buttons were undone anyway. Your mind was reeling and you had no idea how you two had ended up in this position; you hadn’t even kissed yet and somehow his hand was down your panties. His finger immediately pressed into your clit after you whimpered another pitiful please, his fingers rubbing against the small button with force.

“Think I could make ya cum with just my fingers?” His eyes were now glued to your face, watching as your mouth dropped open slightly as he applied more pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves and began working it with two fingers, picking up the pace as your breathing increased.

“Yes,” you whimpered out quickly, your hands pushing the sleeves of his shirt down as you leaned forward, placing a soft kiss at the base of his throat before sucking the skin inbetween your lips and nipping on it softly, causing Harry to let out a moan. Your lips trailed up to the shell of his ear as your hands shakily made their way down to the waistband of his pants “But I’d rather you make me cum with your cock.”

Harry’s fingers stalled for a moment as the words left your mouth, his cock twitching as you moved your face directly in front of his. It was a split second descion, but soon his lips were on yours as he pulled his hand out of your panties and quickly hoisted you up even furthuer on his hips as he stood, his arms wrapping under your ass to make sure you didn’t fall. This kiss was nothing like the ones you’d shared before; it was passionate and raw and you swore you could see stars behind your eyelids as his tongue trailed over your bottom lip, fighting its way into your mouth and against your own.

Neither of you were sure how you managed to stumble into his bedrooom, but soon you were being thrown onto his bed and he was stood at the foot of it, quickly throwing off the clothing that still draped over his body.

“Ya wearin’ too many clothes, love…” he rasped, and you couldn’t help but watch his now swollen lips as he spoke. The second his boxers slid off, though, your eyes had quickly forgotten about his lips. You weren’t surprised that he was huge; you had seen him running around in his boxers after many shows, the hard outline of his cock on display for whomever decided to wander into his dressing room to ever doubt his size, but you were surprised at how pretty it was. You were no virgin, you’d see your fair share of cocks, but none of them made your mouth water and want to beg to suck it off. The tip was red and already leaking precum, and your hands twitched, wanting to reach out and feel the weight of him in your hand as you worked him to his release, but you had one goal for tonight; to get him inside of you.

Your eyes moved up to his finally, and he raised an eyebrow at you, obviously having caught you admiring his cock, but you only smiled sweetly and quickly tossed of your (his) shirt, finally revealing your breasts to Harry, and now it was his turn to stare. He had never seen them before, despite how bad he wanted to and the little amount of clothing you wore around him; every now and then he would get a peak of side boob, but you were always careful to keep them well covered. His pupils seemed to take over his entire irises and before you could even blink, he was crawling on top of you and his lips had made a home on your perky and erect nipples.

“Fuck,” you cried as he sunk his teeth down on the sensitive nub, your eyes rolling back slightly as you felt his cock slap against your thigh. You let out a quiet whine as he moved onto your other nipple, your hand sliding between the two of you and finally wrapping your small fingers around his length.

“Don’ do tha’, pet..” he looked up at you as his hips instinctively snapped forward searching for more friction, but you only tightened your hold and ran your thumb over the head of his cock, slowly swirling the precum that had built up around him. He closed his eyes, taking in a sharp breath and just breathing for a moment before he quickly moved up your body so his face was hovering over yours, his cock now lingering over your still clothed, wet heat, “Need ya t’ get ya hand off o’ me, love, so I can get inside of ya.”

Your hand stalled for a moment before finally giving in, but you were quick to bring your hand up to your lips and lick the precum that was now on your thumb off, your tongue swirling around it as you smirked up at Harry. He said nothing, only smirked before quickly pulling your panties off and throwing them across the room.

“Like to play dirty huh?” At this point he was now sitting up in between your legs, his eyes glued to your dripping center as he wrapped his own hand around his cock, slowly dragging the head of it through your walls. You pushed your hips up as he neared your entrance, letting out a quiet gasp as he pushed just the tip inside of your warm walls.

“Please Harry..” you whined, your fingers wrapping around the sheets on either side of you as you spread your legs even further, your hips snapping up in hopes of getting him fully inside of you. But he was quick, and his hands came to rest on your hips and hold you down on the bed so he could go at his own pace.

Slowly, he began to inch inside of you, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt how fucking tight you were and he swore he would never find someone as good as you, and he wasn’t even fully in. Your eyes were glued to the spot you two were connecting, your jaw dropping slightly as he stretched and filled you in a way no one had ever done before. Neither of you mentioned a condom, which was something you both were usually very adamant about. But you both knew you were clean, and Harry had spent so many nights with you he knew the exact time you would take your birth control at this point; if you were going to finally fuck, it was going to be bare.

Once he finally bottomed out, he leaned over you and quickly intertwined your fingers, placing them on either side of your head as he rested his forehead against yours, letting both of you adjust to the feeling of one another.

“So fuckin’ tight ‘nd warm,” his voice was strained and his grip on your hands was rough, and you knew he was trying to hold back, but that wasn’t what you wanted.

“Move Harry, please… wan’ you.. wan’ you to fuck me till I can’t walk,” your legs wound up and around his waist, the heels of your feet pushing into his asscheeks and trying to propel him forward even more. Your words caused him to let out a loud groan which was soon followed by him dragging his cock until it was just the tip inside of you before quickly thrusting his hips into yours as hard as he could muster.

Your quiet moans and whimpers and the way you moved your hips up against him, matching his pace only seemed to spur him on, and soon he was back on his knees, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew there would be bruises in their wake tomorrow and you could tell he was determined to absolutely ruin you. He was snapping his hips into yours harder than you ever thought possible and you swore it would hurt if it didn’t feel so fucking good, and you knew part of it was just the fact that it was Harry who was the one burying himself inside of you as if this was his one and only chance.

“Harry… fuck… please…” you weren’t sure what you were begging for; your eyes were rolling into the back of your head and your hands were propped against the headboard, holding you in place so he didn’t push your head against the wood every time he slammed his cock inside of your wet cunt. He was a moaning mess on top of you, his eyes glued to where you two were connecting, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on your hips.

“Gonna… fuck… gonna make ya’ cum all over my cock, kitten. S'that what you wan’? Wanna make a mess o’ these sheets with me? Wan’ me t’ smell ya’ on my sheets weeks from now?” The head of his cock was now massaging that one special spot inside of you with each thrust of his hips, and you could barely form your own words after hearing his filthy mouth, all you could do was nod your head and try to catch your breath as one of his hands released your hip and he quickly began to move your clit under his thumb in fast and hard circles.

“Jesus Christ Harry,” you all but screamed, your toes curling at the feeling and you could see the faint ghost of a smirk on his lips as he continued fucking into you at a steady pace, his own grunts mingling with your breathless whimpers.

You were close, you were so close and the way Harry was ruthlessly pounding into you and creating the perfect pressure on your clit had your back arching and your pussy clenching around his dick in no time, leaving your mouth hanging open in a wordless cry as he fucked you through one of the most intense orgasms you’d experienced. Your entire body felt like it was on a cloud as your walls throbbed around him and your legs shook, your fingernails digging into the surface of the wood headboard you were clutching onto for dear life. It wasn’t long before Harry’s body was collapsing forward onto yours as he began to scream profanities and emptied himself inside of you, the feeling of his warm cum coating the inside of your walls causing you to whimper out his name quietly and dig your hands into the short curls atop his head as he buried his face into your now sweaty neck. He was completely buried to the hilt inside of you and he just wouldn’t stop, and soon you could feel him starting to leak outside of you from the sheer amount he was cumming.

Needless to say, you were both completely and utterly fucked out. Harry slowly slid out of you, and you ignored the feeling of both of your finishes slipping outside of you for a moment as he stayed cuddling into your neck. His lips were slowly dragging across your skin, placing soft kisses on random areas every now and then. Your hands were busy playing with the tufts of hair on top of his head and the back of his neck, admiring how the short length was slowly growing out as you tried to catch your breath.

You laid like that for a few more moments before Harry gained the strength to push himself up on his hands and hover over you once again, a small smile on his lips as he looked down at your tired face.

“Gotta clean ya up, baby. Then we can sleep,” your heart absolutely burst out of your chest as the name baby slipped from his lips; he called you every pet name in the book, but baby had never been one. You only smiled up at him and one of his hands came to rest on your cheek, his thumb softly stroking over your cheekbone as he watched you closely, “So beautiful. Ya’ know tha’?” You let out a quiet laugh and swatted his chest, which was now on display due to his position over you.

“Only saying that because I just let you fuck me,” you had a smile on your face so Harry could tell you were kidding, but you saw his eyebrows furrow and his head begin to shake quickly.

“No, always thought you were beautiful. Think I always will,” his voice had taken on a more serious tone and all you could do was swallow the lump in your throat and nod your head, watching his eyes as they refused to look away from yours. You stayed like that for a moment before he leaned down once more and placed a sweet kiss on your lips; it wasn’t like the one before, this one was holding a lot more emotion than just lust as he captured your bottom lip between his and tugged on it lightly, his hand keeping a firm hold on your neck as he moved his lips in sync with yours before you both needed to come up for air.

He was quick to pull you up and lead you to the bathroom, letting you clean yourself up and himself too before he slipped on a new pair of boxers and let you slip into one of his many shirts. Your legs were sore and he couldn’t hide the wide smirk as he saw you struggling to walk to the bed, but he quickly picked you up bridal style and then laid you on the bed (he had quickly changed the sheets while you were in the bathroom). He crawled in beside you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your small frame into his large one and he placed a loving kiss on your forehead. The only sound that could be heard was the quiet hum of the air con and your breathing mingling, and you were slowly falling asleep to the feeling of Harry’s fingers trailing pointless patterns against your hand.

“Ya know wha’ ya said earlier? 'Bout me bein’ married by the time I’m 30?” His voice snapped you out of your almost dream like state, causing you to wrack your brain for the off hand comment you had made in response to his silly baby proposition.

“I do indeed,” you responded moments later, your voice laced with sleep as Harry moved even closer to you, his fingers intertwining with yours as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Think you’re right,” he whispered quietly, his fingers squeezing yours lightly, “think I’m gonna be married to you, love.”

[fionnfanatics]

Request: Hey. I Love your Jack Imagines! I am reading every single one of them all day haha. Maybe you could do one, where Y/N sees Jack after they broke up a while ago. And it ends up with them getting closer again or something? 🤔

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It had been years since you had last seen him. 
You thought that Jack was in your past and would stay in your past. But here he was popping up everywhere. On TV, on radios, on the side of buses, on billboards.

His face was on nearly every Dunkirk poster in your city.

It was driving you nuts.

Jack had broken up with you after being together for 3 years, saying that he just didn’t feel the same way anymore. He said it would be best for the both of you if you went your separate ways and focused on your careers.

You called bull shit.

You had been so angry at him, calling him selfish for putting his acting above you. You’d been there to support him throughout school and his first roles, only for him to drop you once he got a major part on a TV series?

It felt like a stab to the heart.

You immediately scratched Jack out of your life, deleting his number, email, social media pages, and dropping off all his things. You never once looked back.

But now his face was everywhere and the tear in your heart ached for him. As much as you fought it, you wanted him back.

You’d never say that to his face though.

When you heard that Jack was in your city for a promo tour for Dunkirk, your heart had skipped a beat. But you quickly shook it off, not wanting to get your hopes up. What were the chances of seeing him again in a city of millions?

Apparently very high.

You were on a mission to get in and out of the grocery store and back to your apartment before the new episode of your favorite show started in an hour.

You were rushing up and down the aisles, hardly paying attention to where you were going. So when your cart crashed into another, you weren’t really surprised.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’ even payin’ attention to where-” When your eyes met those of the man you had bumped into, your words were cut off. You froze in shock, leaning heavily against the cart to keep yourself upright.

“Y/N?” The familiar Scottish accent sounded, nearly causing you to fall over. “Blimey, it’s so good to see ye. How have ye been? Ye look amazin’!” You just stared at him, trying to process what was going on.

He didn’t wait though, quickly rushing to you and pulling you into one of his famous bear hugs. He gave you a peck on the cheek and then pulled away while smiling at you.

“Jack, uh hi.” You spoke lamely, mentally smacking yourself. “Listen, I’m in a wee bit o’ a hurry. Wish I could stay and chat, but I’ve got things to do.” You told him, finally gathering your wits.

Jack was frowning at you, but stepped aside so you could get to your cart.

“We haven’ seen each other in almost two years, surely ye could spare a few moments. I’ve missed ye.” Jack said, pushing his cart alongside yours.

“And whose fault is tha’?” You snapped, sending him a slight glare from the corner of your eyes.

“Alrigh’ tha’s fair. And I really am sorry about doin’ tha’ to ye. It was selfish and stupid of me. I was a complete numpty. But things have changed since then. I’ve changed. And runnin’ into ye today can’ just be a coincidence.”

“It doesn’ matter Jack. We’ve both grown up and moved on since then. It just didn’ work out between us, and tha’s fine. Ye don’ need to feel like ye have to apologize.” You told him, turning down another aisle. He continued to follow you, as persistent as always.

“Ye think I’m standin’ here because I want to apologize? I’m still here because I want ye back.” Your hand froze slightly over a box of pasta, before you quickly composed yourself.

“I don’ think tha’s goin’ to happen.” You responded, keeping your back to him. You were afraid that if you looked at him, your resolve would shatter.

“Y/N, please.” Jack pleaded, grabbing your hand and twisting you around. You were practically chest-to-chest with him, making it harder for you to process your thoughts. “Tell me tha’ ye haven’ missed me. Missed us. Tell me tha’ ye haven’ though’ about me at all since we broke up and I’ll leave ye alone. But if there’s a chance, the slightest chance tha’ we could start over, I need to know.”

“I can’ tell ye tha’ I haven’ missed ye or thought about ye because it would be a lie.” You told him softly, causing his eyes to light up. “But Jack, I don’ know if there can be an us again. I can’ let myself get hurt like tha’ again.”

“I know I hurt ye, and I’m so so-”

“Wha’ happens when ye feel like I’m gettin’ in the way of yer career again? Wha’ happens when the next big role comes and ye start havin’ doubts?” You questioned, cutting him off. Jack sighed, shaking his head at you fondly.

“Ye don’ get it, do ye?” He asked, confusing you entirely. “I’ve spent the last couple years regrettin’ the fact tha’ I let ye go. I’ve rearranged me priorities since then, and winnin’ ye back is at the top of me list. I’m not here by coincidence Y/N, I came to find ye. I arranged interviews here in hopes I could talk to ye.I’ve been workin’ up the courage to talk to ye fer days now. Runnin’ into ye at the store was jus’ an excuse to talk to ye again. I want ye in me life, even if we have to jus’ be friends to start. I want more than tha’ though. It’s more than me just wantin’ ye as me girlfriend again. This is me wantin’ to spend the rest o’ me life with ye, because yer want I want. You’ve always been what I want. I just didn’ know it before.”

He spoke so sincerely, staring into your eyes through out the entire speech. You were gaping at him like a fish, heart pounding in your chest.

“If I say yes to this…” You started, causing Jack to reach forward and grab your hand in his. “Ye have to promise me a few things.”

“Anythin’.” Jack spoke immediately, making you laugh slightly.

“This is fer real Jack. I don’ want to get hurt again.” You spoke sternly, but there was a small smile growing on your face.

“I won’ let myself hurt ye again.”

“If ye have a problem with somethin’, talk to me first. Don’ just break up with me cause ye don’ know how to handle somethin’.”

“Of course.”

“And Jack?” You paused a moment, a smirk growing on your face. “Ye have to introduce me to Cillian Murphy.”

“Deal.” Jack laughed, a wide smile on his face.

“I’m not promisin’ things can go back to how they were. But I do promise tha’ I’ll give ye another chance.”

Suddenly Jack was pulling you into his arms, swinging you around in the middle of the grocery store.

“All i need is one chance.”

Needless to say, you completely forgot about your show until the next morning. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be upset though.

[islareeveswriting]

Personal Assistant

anonymousasked:

But what if you were Jeff's PA and Harry's always about for meeting etc and you notice him staring at you a little longer but you've never had much to do with him and think nothing of it, just another guy celeb looking at the secretary for longer than normal. Then one day you have to drive him somewhere cause Jeff forgot to tell you he'd need a car...

Warnings: None, smut hinted at but no actual smut | 8.2k

You’ve been in the office only an hour and a half and your hair is already tied up in a pony tail. It had been falling down in soft curls around your shoulders, styled that way after your appointment at the hairdressers the previous afternoon. However, a barrage of emails and a non-stop phone line meant it was quite simply annoying within thirty minutes of being at your desk. Normally by this time you’d have filtered through all the emails, sorting them into things that need dealing with before your second coffee and things that can wait. This morning your first coffee, from the place down the road, is untouched and probably cold in it’s takeaway container.

‘Come on Y/L/N in here.’ The voice of your boss pulls you from the email you’re halfway through reading and you turn in your chair to see him entering the office from the door behind you, not alone. You sigh grabbing your conference pad from one of the trays on your desk, your pen and the pile of paperwork that he has actually got to deal with himself. You’re not completely surprised Harry’s here on Jeff’s first day back in LA after a business trip to New York, but you half wish Jeff was alone so you could make a start on some paperwork with him.

Harry holds the door open for you and you smile a thanks as you walk past him taking your usual chair opposite Jeff at his desk. Harry sits in the chair next to you and you don’t miss his stare that lingers over you for a little longer than you’d think acceptable. You cross your legs laying your notepad on your lap and relax a little in the chair. You’ve been working for Jeff for over a year now so you’ve met Harry several times, but each time the lingering stare catches you out and you feel your heartbeat speed up a little inside your chest.

After two years of working your butt off in London to get as much experience under your belt as you could, you finally decided to take the leap and head off to sunny LA to try and bag your dream career. You were there, working in a juice bar for two months before you got the call from Jeff’s office for an interview. You never thought you’d get it, you knew you were exactly what Jeff was looking for, you had the experience and you two hit it off straight away so you knew you could work not just for him but with him, but there were always people better than you. Jeff didn’t think so, within an hour of leaving the interview room you had a call from him telling you the job was yours if you wanted it. As if you’d turn it down.

A year later and you were still there. The pay was good, the perks were good and Jeff was a good boss, and actually hadn’t turned out to be much less than a friend. Though you rarely socialised outside of work, your working relationship was ideal. You both knew how to work hard and play hard and though you shared plenty of banter you knew when it was time to get to work and you both knew the line.

‘You can keep your eyes off her Styles, she’s my pretty assistant, not a chance you're stealing her off me.’ Jeff joked as he waited for his computer to load both you and Harry chuckling though admittedly slightly uncomfortable but not from Jeff’s words. He often called you his pretty assistant, and some might think that demeaning, but you both knew you were much more to him than that. You both knew he wouldn’t last a day on his own in the office without you. However, Jeff catching Harry staring at you, the same way you had, though you’d decided not to address it,not to even return the gaze, made the situation feel awkward.

‘How was New York?’ You asked, quickly changing the subject, flashing Jeff a smile.

‘It was good, you’ll be coming next time.’ Jeff told you and you snorted a laugh.

‘You say that every time.’ You reminded him and he did. Jeff laughed and you heard Harry let out a noise that sounded a little like laughter but was too quiet and almost under his breath for you too really tell.

‘How’s it been here?’ He asked and you could see he was in business mode now and genuinely wanted to know.

‘All fine,’ You told him with a smile. You stood and placed the mountain of paperwork on his desk, you didn’t miss the eye roll. ‘They all need signing, the top ones by tomorrow, the rest by the end of next week latest.’ You knew he didn’t miss the warning in your voice as he nodded having a quick flick through the paperwork. ‘Davey’s called literally everyday, I can’t fob him off much more Jeff.’ You said sitting back down, he nodded again and you could literally see him thinking.

‘You can see the cogs turning can’t you.’ Harry joked, this time the laughter in his voice more obvious. You turned to look at him and smiled, giggling. You and Harry never really spoke just the odd comment here and there, it wasn’t just Harry, you didn’t converse with many of the clients or people Jeff dealt with. Just enough to be polite and for them to feel comfortable if they had to wait outside Jeff’s office where your desk was, on it’s own.

‘Oi.’ Jeff said looking to Harry and you laughed again. ‘Send him an email for now, tell him I’m back from New York I’m thinking it over and I’ll call him next week.’ You nodded making a note on your pad. ‘Anything else I need to know urgently.’ You shook your head. ‘Great, what time’s Harry’s car coming?’ You raised your eyebrows looking directly at Jeff who shrugged. ‘Why are you looking at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about?’ He asked and you shook your head.

‘Cause I don’t know what you’re talking about Jeff.’ You told him honestly. And Jeff sighed.

‘I told you before I left Harry needed a car after our meeting-’

‘Nope, I didn’t even know Harry was going to be here this morning.’ You told him butting in. For the first few months if you knew Jeff was in the wrong you’d let him get away with it, he was the boss that’s how it worked, but he told you not to. He’d told you it wasn’t your fault if he’d made a mistake and you had to let him know because it wasn’t fair for you to get the blame. It took a little while for you to get your head around it, you’d never challenged a boss over something before, they were your boss after all but eventually you got used to it.

‘Oh shit.’ Jeff said scraping his hands through his black hair. You looked to Harry who was staring at Jeff a slightly amused grin on his face. He caught your eye and winked, you simply and quickly looking away. ‘Ok you’re going to have to take him Y/N.’ You looked at Jeff eyebrows raised. ‘Don’t look at me like that, I know it’s my fault but I can’t take him I’ve got that other meeting.’ You sighed. Jeff rarely forgot things but you never did and you knew this wasn’t your mistake but you also knew you couldn’t say no. There was a line.

‘What time?’ You asked looking at the clock. You still had emails to get through sorting yet, you hadn’t even started replying to them and it was already 10.30.

‘The meeting is at 11.30, leave here about quarter past.’ Jeff told you and you nodded. ‘To make it up to you I’ll have these done by the time you get back.’ Jeff said pointing at the pile of paperwork in front of him. You chuckled and shook your head.

‘No you won’t.’ You told him knowing well enough that Jeff wouldn’t start signing the paperwork until at least an hour before you needed them done. Jeff tried to challenge you, but you turned to Harry and interrupted. ‘Harry I bet you a year’s salary that Jeff won’t have that paper work done by the time I get back.’ Harry chuckled and looked back to Jeff who also had a smile on his face.

‘Fine, well thanks for that, you can go now.’ Jeff said to you an amused tone in his voice. You stood and left the room your smile instantly dropping. Driving Harry anywhere was not on your to do list ever, let alone today when it was the busiest day of your week. You just wanted to get everything finished and tied up so you could go home on time and enjoy your weekend without worrying about what you’d left behind.

You slumped into your chair at your desk and peered through the window between yours and Jeff’s office. The blinds were slightly open meaning you could just about see into Jeff and Harry’s meeting. Harry was relaxed back in his chair, you couldn’t see much of him but you could see his side profile and the index finger of his left hand that he had resting on his lips. He nodded his head every now and again as Jeff spoke. It was when Jeff turned his head to his computer screen that Harry turned his to the window and saw you staring. You quickly looked away to your own screen, feeling your cheeks reddening, but not missing Harry’s smug grin. You dropped your head into your hand so if he was still staring all he could see was the back of your head and you pretended to busy yourself with emails whilst you waited for the embarrassment from being caught staring to fade.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t find him attractive. How could you not? He had eyes you could drown in and a bone structure that could cut you. He was darkly intriguing but kind and warm. You couldn’t help yourself but look at him from time to time. It wasn’t a crush it was just an admiration of a good looking man.

You ploughed through your emails for the next hour, replying to as many as you could and making a note of the most important ones to get around to when you got back. You answered the phone every three minutes only to tell the caller that Jeff was in meetings all day but you’d take a message and get him to call them back. And you would try but you’d ultimately fail. Anyone who Jeff really needed to talk to would call his mobile if it was urgent, anyone else could call the office and try again at a later time. Five past eleven didn’t take long to roll around and you hadn’t got nearly as much done as you wanted and you knew it was highly unlikely you’d get out of the office by quitting time.

You took yourself off to the bathroom for a freshen up, grabbing your bag from under your desk as you went. Checking yourself in the mirror you took your hair out of the tie holding it in its ponytail and letting it fall down around your shoulders however it wanted to. You moved it around a little so it didn’t look so much like you’d just woken up until you were happy. You were pleased to see the small amount of makeup you chose to wear to work was still in place. You quickly added a swipe of your new favourite lipgloss before spritzing your neck and wrists with your perfume and leaving the bathroom.

As you made your way through the office back to yours you could see Jeff and Harry already standing in your part of the office talking. You opened the door with your smile holding your bag down by your ankles and moving a little closer to Harry and Jeff. They both looked at you as you approached them and you knew they could tell something was different than when you were in Jeff’s office earlier but you weren’t sure they could tell what.

‘Here take the Rover.’ Jeff said dangling a set of keys on his finger. You recognised them from the few times Jeff had left them on your desk for the mechanic or the valet to come and collect the car. You took them from him and held them in your hand a little nervous at driving something that probably cost more than your apartment. ‘And treat yourself to lunch.’ He added flicking some plastic towards you - the company credit card. You took it from between his index and middle finger.

‘Thanks.’ You said with a slight smile. ‘And if you get a chance that paperwork really does need doing by tomorrow.’ Jeff nodded knowing you were being serious about it now. He said goodbye to you before turning to Harry to wish him goodbye also, although you didn’t hear their parting conversation as you headed for the door. You stood with your back to the door holding it open, waiting for Harry to join you.

‘Alright love?’ He asked and you nodded as you turned walking out of the office space toward the lift. Harry following you and the rest of the walk there silent. Harry pressed the button to summon the lift and you both stood staring at the closed doors waiting for them to open. They finally did and Harry outstretched his hand motioning for you to go first you thanked him with a smile and stepped into the lift turning back to the door, Harry joining you seconds later and standing next to you. The small space of the lift meant you could feel the heat radiating from his bare arms onto yours, a feeling which quickly spread through you.

‘I prefer your hair down.’ Harry said his voice taking you slightly by surprise despite his soft, slow, drawling voice. You looked up at him from your height disadvantage despite the slightly heeled boots you were wearing and he was already looking down at you to meet his eyes, a coy smile on his face.

‘Thanks.’ You said creasing your eyebrows. ‘I think.’ You added slightly unsure how to take it

‘It’s definitely a compliment.’ He assured you to which you simply nodded looking back away from him towards the door and the buttons of the lift which were blinking out as you lowered down the floors too slowly for your liking. ‘You can talk to me y’know.’

‘I know, I’m just not exactly sure what to say.’ You admitted as cooly as you could. The doors of the lift opening and you making your way out into the main lobby  ‘This way.’ You instructed walking towards the car park of the building rather than the main entrance that Harry was obviously used to entering through judging by the way he went to leave the building.

‘Well whatever you’d say to anyone else, I am a normal person.’ You simply nodded in response to his statement as you pushed the door open into the dark car park, lit by dim orange lights. ‘Come on you can talk to Jeff the way you did back then you can talk to me, he’s way more scary than me.’ Harry challenged walking behind you, following you towards the Range Rover parked in the same space it always was.

‘Maybe but I know Jeff a lot better than you.’ You reminded him hitting the button on the key fob to unlock the car. You walked around to the driver’s side and hopped in, Harry already in with his door shut by the time you did so. He was looking at you as you closed your own door, pulled your seatbelt on, started the car and chucked it in drive.

‘What do you know about Jeff that you don’t know about me?’ Harry questioned. You realised he’d simply been waiting for you to be in a position to concentrate on the conversation once again as now you were driving out of the car park his eyes were on the road rather than you.

‘Your birthday, your coffee order, your girlfriend's name, basically everything.’ You told him as you pulled out into the stream of traffic. ‘Can you grab my sunglasses from my bag?’ You asked, the LA sunshine blinding you slightly. Harry reached behind your seat pulling your bag onto his lap and rummaging around until he found the Ray Ban case and pulled the sunglasses out handing them to you. You put the tortoise shell framed, pink polarised lenses on quickly checking yourself in the rear view before focusing completely on the road. Only realising afterwards that considering you were having an argument about not being able to talk to him to because you didn’t know him well enough, that you’d just asked him to do something quite forward. You shrugged it off concentrating on driving and listening to Harry’s response who seemed to think nothing of your request.

‘Ok so first of February, americano iced or hot depends on the weather, with milk if I’m feeling crap, no girlfriend.’ Harry reeled the list of like it was second nature and you nodded along taking it in. ‘So now we can talk normally?’ He questioned, looking at you again, you smirked slightly before responding.

‘I guess cause I mean there’s like literally nothing we don’t know about each other now.’ Your voice was dripping with sarcasm and you were glad Harry saw the humour in it, chortling to the side of you and looking out of his window.  ‘Sorry, so nervous for your meeting?’ You asked changing the subject not wanting him to think you were a complete narcissistic bitch.

‘Not particularly just finalising some things.’ He told you nonchalantly, scrunching up his nose to add to the offhand-ness of the comment.  ‘Let’s not talk about work hey?’ He asked and you agreed with a bow of your head. ‘So what about you birthday, coffee order, boyfriends name?’

‘Twenty first of June, large cappuccino, no boyfriend.’ You told him well aware you were both flirting with the idea of flirting with one another and now you’d both affirmed the pair of you were equally single you felt the atmosphere change slightly.

‘Get out of town no boyfriends, what are you talking about?’ The exaggerated shock in Harry’s voice made you giggle and you shook your head.

‘Are you flirting with me Harry?’ You asked calling him out but he didn’t blush or sink back.

‘Maybe a little, would it be such a bad thing?’ He asked suavely. You shook your head this time flicking your eyes in his direction, away from the road just for a second. ‘That’s good.’ He smiled confidently. ‘I saw you staring earlier.’ He said cockily and you glanced at him again. He was staring at you now, his tongue resting on his left canine tooth.

‘I saw you staring earlier.’ You quipped and he let out a throaty chuckle.

‘Fair enough.’ You felt a coy smile taking over and you chewed on your mouth to prevent it being seen.  ‘So maybe I could take you for dinner?’ He proposed with confidence.

‘I’m not sure that would be appropriate.’ You told him any sort of smile leaving your face. It was a bit of fun in the car but you knew that’s all it could be.

‘What do you mean?’ Harry was clearly a little taken aback, the slight drunkenness in his voice having now disappeared.

‘Well I work for Jeff and you’re Jeff’s client, I think that might be overstepping some boundaries.’ You explained regretting the admission but knowing it was right.

‘Oh come on Jeff wouldn’t mind.’ He implored, begging with you almost without actually begging. ‘We wouldn’t have to tell him if that would make you feel better.’ Harry suggested raising his eyebrows, you saw out of the corner of your eye.

‘I can’t Harry, sorry.’ You ascertained finally.

‘Oh come on, we’re having a good time, you don’t want to carry on?’ He flirted with conviction clearly trying to win you back around. You could hear the lustful playfulness in his voice and the way he let his words draw out even more than normal. You ignored the way it made you feel and shook your head. ‘It’s only dinner.’ He added less flirtatiously and slightly more agitated.  

‘We’re here.’ You said bringing an end to the pointless back and forth. ‘I’ll sort a car out to come and get you.’ You informed him as he unclipped his seatbelt.

‘You mean you’re not picking me up?’ He asked turning to you and letting his hand fall on your mid thigh. It almost burned but you didn’t flinch away, just swallowed and shook your head. ‘Well that’s a shame, I’ll talk to you later.’ You nodded, at least letting him belief he would as he squeezed your thigh clearly enjoying watching the effect he was having on you take over before he opened the car door drawing his hand back of your thigh and closing the door behind him. Disappearing away.

‘Shit.’ You hissed checking your wing mirror before driving off down the road not even looking to check Harry had gone into the building.

You grabbed a salad and an iced latte to take back to the office and ate it at your desk in between replying to emails. Jeff didn’t leave the office to welcome you back, or for the majority of the afternoon apart from to grab himself some food and a coffee. He took the car keys and credit card back off you when you returned but that was the most interaction you had. You could see into his office that he was working through the pile of paperwork in between phone calls and you smiled gratefully even though he couldn’t see you. Your company phone buzzing on your desk distracted you from the five minutes you were taking to enjoy the last of your salad.

Wishing you’d just said yes? Harry

You rolled your eyes as you read the message not even needing to get to the signature to know who it was from. You dropped your fork back into the plastic bowl and leant over the device so you could reply without Jeff seeing you using the phone. He’d only question it, he knew as well as you did that you rarely used it. You hated Jeff for a second for giving Harry the card that detailed your work mobile number as well as his own but you knew this wasn’t really his fault.

This is a work phone Harry

Let’s hope Jeff doesn’t tap your messages then

Harry seriously

Well give me your number so we can organise dinner

No Harry I told you

Fine I’ll just keep bugging you here then

Did you like my hand on your thigh earlier?

Ok that’s enough

I thought you were meant to be a nice guy,

I am

You’re blackmailing me into this

Only cause I know deep down you want to

Fine one dinner that’s it

Great I’ll pick you up from the office after work

I need to get changed

Ok text me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8

Ok

If you don’t I’ll be outside the office

You are blackmailing me

You love it

You smiled despite yourself, Jeff’s office door opening distracting you. You locked the phone as discreetly as you could, beaming a smile at Jeff to divert his attention.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ He asked and you shook your head as he handed a pile of paperwork over the desk to you. ‘Half way through’s pretty good hey?’ You nodded and giggled.

‘Thanks, that’s great I’ll get them sent off.’ Jeff nodded thanking you as you put them in the appropriate tray in your desk organiser. ‘You off?’ You asked him noticing the keys in his hand, the same ones you’d held onto earlier.

‘Yeah, feeling it a little after the flight.’ You chuckled rolling your eyes mockingly at Jeff. You didn’t miss the humoured smile he flashed. ‘Don’t hang around here too late tonight, if you’re still here at 5.30 I’m docking pay.’ He winked and you shook your head.

‘Have a nice weekend, I’ll see you Monday.’ He nodded wishing you the same before walking out of your office. Once he’d gone you quickly texted Harry your address from your own mobile and deleted his texts from the work one. You ignored his reply, determined to get through the rest of your emails in the last half an hour or your day.

Five thirty came around and you decided for once you’d take Jeff’s advice and leave on time with a few things still left to do but nothing that couldn’t wait. There were a couple of people still in the main office as you left and you wished them goodbye with a slight wave heading down the same way you and Harry had gone earlier to your own, far less glamorous, car. You couldn’t help but notice how much less entertaining the walk was as well as the car journey back to your apartment.

By the time you got home the sun had long set and the air had chilled to something that would have been comfortable back home in London but now, you were accustomed to LA weather, felt chilly. You headed into the apartment of your building choosing to take the stairs the guilt of the gym membership that hadn’t been used for two weeks now weighing heavy on you.Your apartment was dark when you got in, the blinds for the only window in the open plan living-kitchen-diner, shut. You turned the light on and headed for the fridge cracking open the bottle of white wine in the door deciding a glass of dutch courage was just what you needed ahead of your ‘date’.

You showered quickly trying your best not let your hair get even a drop of water on it. You had it secured on top your head and wore a shower cap as well that you’d received as a joke and only used a couple of times previous. Your hair still looked reasonable from the hairdressers and you knew not having to do anything to it would take a good percentage of time off how long it would take you get ready. Following your shower you laid on your bed for some time in only your towel scrolling through social media and enjoying your glass of wine. It wasn’t until a text from Harry flashed up telling you he was on his way that you decided it was about time you got up and got dressed. You knew what you wearing and it didn’t take you long to find the black jeans and white off the shoulder, silk blouse. It was simple but fail-safe. You went for simple makeup as always, a thin layer of foundation, a little concealer under your eyes and on any blemishes, some bronzer to help you look less tired, a few coats of mascara and eyebrow pencil just to fill in the gaps.You swiped a nude lip paint on just as your door bell rang. You smiled happy with the timing, never having been someone who liked to wait around. You spritzed on some perfume before heading to the door. You left your apartment with a bag containing your keys, phone and purse and that was it.

Harry was stood at the door of the apartment complex, you didn’t catch his eye but noticed his all black outfit. Black skinny jeans, the same as every time you’d seen him, a black shirt and a black silk scarf underneath probably tied lower down underneath the shirt where you couldn’t see. You smiled from the other side of the door before opening it. Harry smiled sweetly back as you joined him on his side of the door leaning down and politely kissing both your cheeks, the door closing by itself behind you.

‘You look incredible.’ He told you confidently and honestly you smiled bashfully thanking him.

‘You don’t look to bad yourself.’ He led you towards the car that was still running and waiting for you both. ‘Where are we going?’ You asked, Harry holding the car door open for you so you could slide in. He slid in beside you closing the door before the driver pulled away.

‘Just a quiet little place I know.’ He told you and you believed him. You could imagine dining in the busy restaurants in the city only got annoying when people recognised you all the time. You were interested to see where you’d end up but relaxed back in the seat just going with it and not prying anymore into the location of the restaurant. The drive was fairly quiet asking about each other's afternoon that you both could have guessed the answers to but not wanting to really talk when the driver could so blatantly hear your conversation.

‘Here we are Mr Styles.’ The driver said turning the interior lights of the car on. Harry opened the door thanking the driver as he slid out, you followed him and joined him on the pavement. Harry stuck his head back in the car talking to the driver and you took the time to take in the restaurant. You could tell it was an Italian but it wasn’t one you’d noticed before and you knew it wasn’t going to be super fancy. It looked dark and quiet and you wondered how Harry had found it. When he joined you again he laid his hand on your lower back, pushing the silk of your top against the bare skin there.

‘Ok love?’ You nodded as you had earlier when he asked the same question back in the office but with less anxiety in your stomach. He directed you towards the entrance of the restaurant as expected pulling the door open for you and letting you enter first. The restaurant was warm and a fair few of the tables were full but they were too engrossed in their own food to notice you and Harry enter. The dim lights cast shadows around the place that made it feel more traditional than other, chain Italian restaurants you’d been in.

‘Ah Harry how are you?’ A loud Italian voice bellowed and you turned to it. A young Italian man was approaching you, his black hair slicked back and dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. You looked up at Harry who had a cheerful grin spread across his face, his cheeks dimpled and his perfect teeth on show. ‘Ah a lady friend tonight, you have come to the perfect place for romance young Mr Styles.’ Harry chuckled at the man who was now stood in front of you looking from you to Harry.

‘You got the normal table Tony?’ Harry asked and the man you now knew the name of nodded telling you both to follow him. Harry touched your back again and you followed Tony around the restaurant to a much quieter spot, no one else on any of the tables around. Tony stood next to a small booth, raised slightly and designed for two diners. You smiled and slid in Harry doing the same opposite you.

‘Your menus.’ Tony said placing menus down on the table and looking at Harry. ‘Your normal wine Mr Styles?’ Harry nodded muttering a thanks before Tony gave a slight bow and left you to it.

‘You come here a lot huh?’ You commented with a cheeky grin. Harry chuckled and nodded.

‘One of the only places I can eat around here without getting papped.’ He admitted grabbing a menu and handing the other to you. You thanked him glancing at it quickly. You had to wonder how many other girls he’d bought here but you tried not to think about the ones you knew he’d been associated with and the potential others you knew nothing about and instead decided to focus on enjoying an evening out with who was, essentially, a stranger.

‘You do like Italian right?’ Harry asked a slight concern in his voice. You nodded quickly reassuring him.

‘Yeah love it.’ You told him emphatically and he smiled glancing back at the menu. ‘What’s good?’ You questioned him, doing the same and scanning the items on the menu. Of course some of it you recognised but others you didn’t.

‘Well what do you fancy, pizza, pasta, meat, fish?’ He asked you dropping his menu slightly so he could look you. You thought about it, pursing your lips in as you did so.

‘I’ll tell you what, you order for me.’ You challenged with a cocky smile. Harry raised his eyebrows and grinned.

‘Ok fine, you’re not allergic to anything are you?’ He asked and you shook your head. He smiled dropping his menu completely and sliding it back to the end just as Tony returned with the bottle of red. He poured a little in Harry’s glass for him to taste which Harry did, you stifling a giggle as he imitated someone who knew what they were doing. Harry chuckled and told Tony it was fine allowing Tony to fill both your glasses.

‘Are you ready to order?’ Tony asked and Harry nodded lifting the menu.

‘Can we just get two of those please?’ Harry pointed to something on the menu you couldn’t see, Tony nodded with a grin before walking away again. Harry looked back to you with a smile. ‘It’s my favourite I think you’ll love it.’ You smiled back and took a sip of the wine.

You continued to quiz each other until the food arrived. Harry entertaining you with stories that you couldn’t match, he’d lived a far more exciting life than you have but even so he asked you about it and seemed genuinely interested when you talked about yourself, laughing in all the right places and nodding along, looking at you as you talk, dropping your eyes to the glass of wine you’re holding onto lightly. You almost feel slightly sad when you see Tony rounding the corner towards you with your food. That doesn’t stop him though he continues to ask you a last couple of questions and talk like you’ve got hours until you’re interrupted.

‘Two beef and red wine ravioli.’ Tony said making it sound beautiful when he says it with his un-effected Italian accent. He places one plate down in front of you both, you smile thanks shaking your head when he asks if he can get you anything else before he disappears again.

‘It looks lovely’ You comment still wearing a smile looking at the plate of pasta parcels coated in a rich red sauce. Harry nods picking up his fork and tucking in. You doing the same taking the first bite, the taste on your tongue incredible. You nod to Harry’s questioning look, swallowing so you can tell him how good it is. ‘It’s delicious.’ He smiles proudly and continues to eat.

It wasn’t until Harry interrupted you both half way through your meal to ask for another bottle wine that you realised between you, you’d already finished the first. You allowed him to fill your glass again as you continued to talk and finish your plates. It wasn’t until halfway through the second bottle that you felt Harry’s foot find your leg, intertwining them and grazing his booted foot and up and down your calf. It wasn’t until you finished eating you noticed the effect the wine was having on you. Your head was light, not spinning but not completely normal, you were sure you’d have to stand slowly when it finally came to it.

‘Good?’ Harry asked moving both your plates to the end of the table, both empty. You nodded wiping the corners of your mouth with your napkin and taking the final mouthful of the wine in your glass. Harry moved to refill it again, the second bottle on its last legs and nearly ready to join the first, but you prevented him putting your hand over the glass and shaking your head.

‘That’s enough for me thank you.’ You told him and he chuckled placing the bottle on the table again and finishing his own glass, watching you darkly over the rim. Suddenly you had an inkling you were looking at more than dinner, maybe it was the wine talking but you didn’t mind as much as you thought you might have done earlier on. You certainly made no move to push him away, the simple gesture making your whole leg tingle.

‘Well maybe I should call the car?’ Harry’s suggestive tone matched the look on his face, you simply nodded to which he grinned, pulling his phone from his pocket and not taking his eyes from you as he lifted it to his ear and arranged for his car to collect you and take you both to his house. You could have stopped him several times but you didn’t, you both knew where this was going now and you didn’t want it to stop. Despite your earlier doubts you found yourself succumbing to him, but he was doing the same and maybe it was the wine clouding your mind but even as you looked ahead to the next morning you couldn’t see yourself regretting it.

An hour or so later and you were exactly where you thought you’d be. Pushed up against Harry’s front door, his hands either side of your head and his lips attacking your neck with kisses and playful nips. Your hands were working on his belt, tugging it at it to release it before making light work of the buttons securing his jeans over his ever hardening crotch. He let out a deep, guttural moan as your hand slipped in between his tight boxers and his jeans, palming him gently at first but upping the anti with the sound that left his mouth. His hands made their way down the door, slipping under your thighs and lifting you with ease from the floor. You wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you wherever he thought best, hoping he knew his house well as you attached your lips to his as he walked, his fingers gripping your thighs tightly as your tongue flicked into his mouth. He dropped you onto a couch not letting your lips go as he crawled on top of you attacking the button of your jeans.

‘You sure?’ He questioned, talking against your lips. You nodded letting out a quiet moan as his hand dipped into the front of your jeans.

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You felt unreasonably anxious as you walked into the office on Monday morning. You’d tried not to dress any smarter or any less casual, your hair was in a high, long ponytail, the same make up as always on your face. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. There was no reason Harry would have told Jeff about your evening together but there was also a lot of reasons he would. Jeff was Harry’s friend, you hoped he’d realise why it wouldn’t be a good idea and you were sure he would but even the tiniest amount of doubt in your mind was too much.

You’d woken up in Harry’s bed, his Kiss T-Shirt covering your body as well as his duvet. You’re memory was completely intact, you knew exactly where you were and who should be lying next to you and as anticipated you didn’t regret a second of it. You’d shared an incredible evening and even though you knew you probably shouldn't have done it, your body craved him from the minute you saw him stood at your door the previous evening. As you got to know him better and you conversed with one another through the evening you soon realised it was a little more than lust. You spent that whole day in his Kiss T-Shirt. He made you pancakes and you ordered pizza to eat together in front of the TV with a movie on. You spent that night with him and enjoyed each other's bodies all over again, discovering new things about one another and learning new ways to relish in one another. You were fully aware, even if this never happened again, it was more than a hook up, more than a one night stand.

Jeff was already in his office that morning. He had a tight white shirt on, only the top button undone and he looked as well put together as always. You smiled when he looked up at you and you went straight through, the open office door the only invitation you needed. You placed one of the takeaway coffee’s down on his desk as you greeted him.

‘Good weekend?’ You asked him with a smile hoping he’d simply nod and ask you the same as he always did. He did nod.

‘Yes thanks, need to go over a couple of things with you this morning.’ He said. You nodded trying not to show any hesitancy in complying with his request. You were sure it was just about the paperwork he had in front of him, if it was about you and Harry he would have worded it differently, there would have been more of a warning tone but even so you felt anxious about what was sure to be a normal Monday meeting. You took your jacket off and hung it with Jeff’s before putting your bag by your desk and grabbing your conference pad.

Jeff smiled at you as you re-entered and you felt a little easier for it. You sat at your normal seat and for some reason wished Harry was sitting down in the one next to you as he had done on Friday morning.

‘I’m heading off to New York again in a couple of weeks.’ Jeff started and you made a note of it on your pad.

‘Do I get to come this time?’ You quipped as you wrote, making sure to smile to ensure Jeff knew it was a joke. You didn’t expect to go. You knew he could say you’d be going with him the next time every time until the end of your employment and he’d still never take you. He preferred to keep you in LA where you could keep everything under control for him.

‘You’ll be going to London.’ You looked up at him quickly. You sure you looked shocked and confused because that’s how you felt.

‘What?’ You asked. ‘Why?’ For a second you thought he was getting rid of you but really you knew what this was about and you swallowed when you remembered. You’d been sat on Harry’s bed cross legged facing him, your hands cradling a mug of coffee his doing the same though he only needed one of his large hands to grip onto the mug fully. He’d come out with it from nowhere and all of a sudden.

‘I want you to come to London with me.’ You nearly spat your coffee out, assuming he was messing around but one look at his face told you he wasn’t. His eyes were narrowed slightly and his lips pursed. ‘I’m serious, I want you to be my assistant.’ He told you and you shook your head. There was no way you could do that, especially in London. You’d left London to come out and do exactly what you were doing. You were living your dream. You wanted to work with someone in the music and entertainment business and you were working with one of the biggest there was. You had no desire, at all, to change that. ‘Oh come on Y/N think how much fun we’d have.’ He winked at you and you felt disgusted at both yourself and him.

‘Oh my god no.’ You said moving quickly from the bed. You put your coffee on the side and started hunting for your jeans and your other clothes that had remained on the floor after your first night with Harry that now made you feel sick.

‘I didn’t mean it like that Y/N stop.’ He tried to convince you to get back on his bed but you couldn’t even look at him as you pulled your jeans on.

‘I’m not some sex worker who’s going to follow you around London so you can get your kicks.’ You spat angrily at him grabbing your bag that you hadn’t taken anything from for the whole time you’d been with Harry. You didn’t take his t-shirt off but stormed through the large penthouse suite away from him. He was following you quickly and you heard him put down his mug before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him just before you reached the door.

‘I know you’re not, that’s not what I meant, I was joking.’ He tried to reassure you and you listened but you weren’t taking any of it to heart. His drown-worthy eyes and sharp bone structure wasn’t going to pull you in again. ‘You’re incredible at what you do and I want you to work for me, in London, I’m not asking you, not even a little bit, because I want to keep sleeping with you.’ He told you, you could see the sincerity in his eyes but you didn’t care for it. You pulled your hand from his grip and turned away from him leaving his apartment without another word.

‘Harry wants you as his assistant while he’s back in London for a while.’ Jeff told you and you were back in the moment. You shook your head not sure what to say or do.

‘I like working for you, I want to work for you.’ You told him, feeling a little hurt but more concerned about the fact you didn’t want to go to London with Harry but not sure how you could get out of it without finding yourself jobless.

‘Y/N I’m telling you to, you’ll be working for Harry but really you’ll be working for me.’ He told you and you knew that made sense but you’d still be Harry’s assistant. ‘Go to London, take some holiday and see your family, you haven’t been back since you’ve been with me.’ He reminded you and you and that did sound appealing. The only downside of living your dream was that your family where so far away and in a different time zone.

‘How long’s it for?’ You asked tentatively.

‘Two months at the moment it might be longer yet.’ He told you and you nodded biting your lip, mulling it over.

‘I’m not going to force you to go if you really, really don’t want to, but I think when it actually comes to it you do want to go.’ Jeff said and suddenly you hated that he was just as much your friend as your boss, why had you let him get to know you so well? He was catching you out left, right and centre. ‘It’ll be good for your career, give you some new experiences and the chance to do something a bit different, you won’t be tied to an office for a start.’ Jeff told you and you nodded appreciating what he was saying. ‘So shall I book your ticket?’ He asked cautiously. You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. You knew Harry didn’t mean what he’d said, you knew you’d overreacted and the opportunity that was being handed to you on a plate, because you’d been requested because of how good you were at your job, was too good to pass up. You knew that and you nodded to Jeff who smiled.

‘Good, now go get to work.’ He said playfully and you chuckled lightly looking at your notepad and tapping it, before standing and making for the door. ‘Oh and if you’re into Italian restaurants there’s a really good one just outside London, I’ll have to give one of you the number.’ You turned your head back to him quickly and he was sat reclining in his seat a knowing and cocky look on his face. You could feel your cheeks reddening and Jeff just laughed. ‘I find out everything Y/N you know that, it’s a good job I like you.’ You smiled despite yourself and the scarlet tone you were sure your cheeks were sporting. ‘I need to make a call now so if you shut the door please?’ You nodded and left the room glad Jeff didn’t make any more of the situation. You sat down at the desk and turned your computer on, grabbing your phone from your bag whilst you waited for it to load.

Alright boss? ;)

HA knew you wouldn’t be able to resist

So I’ll just pack the shirt you left at mine in my case for London

I guess so

Do you want to meet for lunch? I think I owe you an apology for how I reacted the other day

You really don’t owe me an apology but I’m definitely up for lunch

Meet you outside the office at 1?

Perfect, see you then.

[rabidpigmy]

Contemplating Problems

I’ve been job hunting all week, pouring out resumes like a faucet on spew mode. I even turned off the location filter, and started sending resumes to any place listing graphic design positions. Within reason, of course. I wouldn’t send my resume for a position that’s obviously above me, like something looking for 5 or more years of experience and industry knowledge.

So far, I’ve had one bite on my fishing line, but that one totally forgot to include a return email to confirm the phone interview. Even then, that one paid less than ideal for the area. I mean, I would totally take the salary they offered, if it weren’t for the fact that below $100k in salary is considered below viable salary for making it in parts of the area. Seriously.

One of my requisites is that the salary offered is actually decent for the area, and that by taking the job I can afford to rent a small studio, get food, pay for gas, etc. and still have a net amount to spend on personal stuff. Here in this area, that’s asking a lot apparently. Especially if you’re without a second job, or you’re without a family that can give you support.

Maybe I am lazy, but I’d rather not have two jobs. Don’t get me wrong, on some level I do realize that much of what I want to do (like, designing toys) is not a money maker. I would have to do that stuff on the side, and it could be considered a second job to those on the outside. I think that qualifies, however, for the “something that’s fun, makes some money, but doesn’t feel like work” type of thing that a lot of people seek in life. Or, hopefully seek.

I am also of the mindset that one should be able to work one job and be able to live comfortably. Having two jobs is great, but really should only be optional (for expanding personal spending money, etc.). The reality of this area begins to argue otherwise in various ways, whether through the voice of my ex, or the lives of my friends who have less fortunate circumstances.

I suppose on some level, the trouble also lies in my insisting on a single room situation. I’m not much for roommate situations, as it has always seemed somewhat of a hassle. In some way or another, each of my roommate experiences have been negative. That, and I would rather just have some place where I can keep quiet and not have to live according to others’ practices and demands. I’m not a messy person, mind you, but I’m not always cleaning at all times. I don’t meticulously arrange everything, and, on my own, I create minimal, if any, dishes to clean.

My other issue may lie in the desire for a type of work. I am seeking work as a graphic designer. To me, this should be a simple matter. Businesses need people with skill in operating the software necessary for graphics, let alone the know-how. Businesses need marketing materials, they need to maintain a brand identity, they need to make sure they are marketable to their clients, and that their products appeal. Having skill and knowledge with graphics and printing is still relevant, though the mobile and web stuff is more and more important as we progress. As long as a business has a physical location, however, they’re going to have a demand for something that is printed or created physically. Well, at least until such time AR/VR become dominant ways of operating in the market.

I suspect part of my problem with this career choice isn’t so much skill—though, don’t get me wrong, I could certainly use some improvements—rather I think it’s with my knowledge of how the industry operates, and the job market that exists for it. Based on simple observation, companies I’ve been with have mostly outsourced their design. The publishing company I was with up until recently only had two in-house designers. One in marketing, and one in the creative department. Those designers mostly handled creation of flyers, ads in magazines, and such. The layout designers were mostly freelance with one of the in-house designers taking an occasional book, and illustrators were largely freelance, too, save for one technical editor that knew how to use Adobe Illustrator enough to take care of technical illustration. At my work place prior to that, they completely outsourced design with either freelance or agencies. FedEx does a lot of that, too, with some minor stuff like posters being taken care of by a local office. An agency in India takes care of a lot of graphic design requests, though.

I think the fundamental lack of understanding the current industry, the ins-and-outs of the design workplace, and how the general market works, stunts may ability to effectively market my skills. This is in part thanks to not going into graphic design during college. I dunno why, but I delved into philosophy instead. I hate to reflect back on actions and wish I’d done better, but I do think I’d be better off if I had taken that initial leap into graphic design instead of floundering about and ending up in philosophy. To be fair to a younger me, I was infatuated with the ideas and concepts of philosophy back then.

Maybe some of this boils down to a lack of business sense on my part? I could never see how to use my philosophy degree outside of pursuing it further until I got to the point that I could teach. I didn’t, and don’t really, want to teach for a living. I’m uncomfortable with people enough as it is. I can work as a designer with clients, but I don’t think I would be very good at standing in front of a huge audience lecturing about philosophy. I mean, maybe if I really, really knew my shit I’d be okay with going into such a situation, but I’m not a very well organized person. I’m afraid that would show in my teaching, and I’ve had enough terrible teachers to not want that for my students. In effect, I would hate myself for being a horrible teacher.

Sometimes I look back on that philosophy degree, though, and think…what can I do with this love for philosophy? Can I go back and pursue my Masters and my Doctorate and feel like I’m really contributing to society? What place is there for a philosopher in today’s economy and reality? I could think of one scenario. Or, maybe it’s accurate to place it in terms of “feeling” a right scenario. That being the division that current politics has wedged into the public, and the gradual stepping back from global citizenry. As whole, it feels like the contemporary picture becomes less and less of unity. Globalization is now a bad thing to most people, and the scientists/engineers are afraid of ethical issues concerning AI and drones. Not to mention the lack of faith in science in general makes things feel like we’re taking a step back from the dream of a technologically advanced future, and a step towards conservatism that held us in darkness for centuries.

Maybe I’m wrong about all of that, I dunno. I am a pro-technology person, and lately it’s felt like everything is halting in terms of progress. At least, in the states. I don’t have a very good perspective of the world outside of the states, and I can never truly know if the media I get is all there is going on. I’m sure it isn’t.

It seems like this would be a good time to tap some divination and contemplate. I only wish my skills with Geomancy could grant me the clarity to see and meditate on these things in an objective and coherent fashion. I guess that’s where others come in, but I really do wish I were better at divination.

Ooo….Philosophy of the Occult? Lulz.

[talldrink-o-h2o]

Travel: Sharing Clothes

Sharing clothes wasn’t a thing I did when I was younger. I was always a lot taller than the other girls in my grade, graduating into junior cloths before I was ten, so practically speaking, it was hard to find anyone with clothes to fit my gangly limbs. Also, I’m pretty sure my mom would have killed me if I had let someone borrow any one of my American Eagle sweaters only to have that person spill on it, or, worse yet, shrink it in the dryer. And don’t get me started on lol the ways me borrowing someone’s clothing could go wrong. Did I want to use my allowance money to replace a shirt? Sure didn’t. So to this day, the concept of sharing clothes with others remains a foreign concept to me.

But at Biddy’s daughter’s birthday party this past September, all of my hesitation with sharing clothes was thrown out the window. September in Minnesota is a crap shoot weather-wise. Earlier in the week, temperatures had dropped into the 50s. Biddy sent emails warning people to dress accordingly, since it would be held outside regardless. Hating to be cold, I showed up that day in a light sweater and a pair of jeans. And of course, it turned out to be beautiful: 80 and sunny, not a cloud in the sky nor a breeze in the air. In short, I wasn’t cold at all; on the contrary, I was sweating. A fact which I let everyone around me know. 

Stacy, also at the party and likely annoyed by my complaints, stepped in to solve my problem. She took me into Biddy’s closet and chose a shirt for me to change into. The shirt? A Run DMC band tee. Lightweight and all around cool looking, perfect for a three-year-old’s birthday party. 

The borrowing of the shirt led to a series of events where every time I saw Biddy thereafter, I either completely forgot I had the t-shirt, or, more annoyingly put it next to my purse as I was going to leave, and forgot it on the table. Each time I’d see Biddy, I’d apologize for forgetting her shirt, a big no-no in my mind, but Biddy would laugh it off, reminding me she’s pregnant and therefore not about to wear the t-shirt any time soon. 

So, since I still had the shirt a few months later, and I think it’s pretty legit, I decided to wear it on my way to a Miami weekend with Pam in November. Which Miami in November is 80, not unlike the day of Sloane’s party. Minnesota in November is 30. I balanced the dual climate by wearing the t-shirt, ripped denim, booties, and a leather jacket on the plane.

I arrived at the hotel an hour before check-in. Apparently this hotel really adhered to its policies and wouldn’t let me into a room early. I took the opportunity to inquire about a late checkout, since Pam and I both had evening flights on Sunday. I was told I would have to call the morning of and it was based on availability; she advised I call as early as possible Sunday morning.

After spewing all of this information at me, unsolicited, she pointed me in the direction of the hotel’s restaurant bathroom where she suggested I change into something more appropriate, direction which I happily accepted.  

After a quick bathroom selfie to send to Biddy of the shirt, I changed and dropped my bags off with Kenny, the bellman, who had witnessed my movements since arrival. 

”Where are you coming from?” He asked. 

”Minnesota.” 

“Really?! I love Minnesota! They have my favorite hockey team.” Seeing the questioning look on my face, Kenny clarified that he loves the University of Minnesota’s hockey team, not the Minnesota Wild, which made more sense, but still seemed random.

Regardless, Kenny checked my bag and no sooner had I sat down at the hotel bar than did Pam walk in. She changed in the same bathroom, checked her bags with Kenny, and joined me at the bar fo are celebratory glass of champagne. 

When we got into our room forty minutes later, I did what I always do for any trip greater than two days: unpack. That’s right. I’m the person who actually uses the drawers provided and all the hangers in the closet. I once read an interview of a female executive who travels frequently who said her goal is to pack efficiently and wear each item at least once. This rule made sense to me and I judge my acting the same way. Over the course of any stay, I will re-pack each item after it’s been worn so that by the last day all that’s left is what I will wear on the plane.

Over the course of the weekend, Pam and I acted as we always do. We flitted around the city with no real agenda but always finding entertainment. Each time we ventured through the lobby, we’d stop to say hi to our boy Kenny, who over the course of the weekend shared more and more of himself. For instance, when I told him how tall I am, he found it important that I know he once dated a volleyball player in college who happened to be exactly my height. He also felt the need to let us know about his semi-professional hockey career - hence his love of Minnesota. 

On our last night in town, Pam suggested we actually stay out late. You see, we had come back before midnight the other two nights. We rose to the challlenge and stayed out until close to 6AM, dancing the night away at the Faena hotel.

I awoke with a jolt Sunday morning at 10AM. I was in no position to be awake and there was no way we were going to be in a position to leave in two hours. We needed that late checkout. Based on how stingy they were with the early check-in, I was concerned I might be too late. So in my half-sober state, I fumbled to the phone, called the front desk, and got immediately denied my request for a late check-out. Turns out we should have called down at 7AM. 

Now, more or less awake, I hopped into the shower, and then proceeded to get ready, packing hastily. I had broken all of my packing goals this trip, and, whereas, normally on my last day of a trip I’ve pretty much re-packed everything, in this case, after coming home each night in varying degrees of sober, I had failed to re-pack anything. Tack on to that the fact that I brought way more than I could wear and that we felt the need to buy shoes one of the days, our hotel room was a mess. 

And while we didn’t have a late checkout, it didn’t change the fact that we didn’t need to leave for the airport until 4. Meaning we had pretty much all day ahead of us, so I needed clothes appropriate for brunch, a swimsuit for the pool, and then my Run DMC shirt and jeans for the plane.

Except, I couldn’t find my Run DMC shirt or jeans. Fearing what my mom would say in this moment, I was now wide awake and on high alert. The following thoughts went through my mind:

Was I really going to have to fly home in shorts? I had no other pants with me and the radar predicted snow in Minnesota.

Was I going to have to ask Stacy to re-order me the jeans, a pair that was obviously made for my gangly limbs since they were the perfect length and just the right amount of distressing?

And, most importantly, was I going to have to tell Biddy I lost the t-shirt I had borrowed without her permission, kept forgetting to return, and then brazenly took with me to Miami?

Pam was only starting to move as my crisis was unfolding. I filled her in on the situation and wracked my brain for where the clothes could be, most concerned with Biddy’s shirt. And then I had it! I must have left them in the bathroom when I changed that first day.  

After leaving our room right at noon, we found Kenny to hold our bags for the day. “Kenny,” I started in. “I lost something.” 

”What?” He asked, genuinely concerned. 

”My kidney,” I responded. I can’t help but go for a joke, especially when I’m not entirely sober. “No, but seriously, I can’t find a shirt and jeans that I brought.” I went on to tell him about my bathroom theory. 

He told me they had a lost and found, which wouldn’t help my kidney situation, but might with the clothes. He set off on his mission to find them for me. Meanwhile, Pam and I plunked down at a table for brunch in the restaurant not far from the bathroom. 

Kenny stopped by our table to ask for specifics on the clothing. I remembered the picture I had taken and pulled up the bathroom selfie to show him. I texted him the picture, instructing him to show it to housekeeping. Turns out selfies can be helpful. He left us again, heading back to housekeeping. 

After Pam stopped laughing about the fact that I had taken a bathroom selfie - of course I did - we fell into a lull, the exhaustion creeping in. My mind drifted to the fact that I needed to run, desperately, to work off this weekend. I then remembered that I had brought running clothes that I never used nor did I remember packing them either this morning. Which is when it hit me. I had unpacked the running clothes and my plane outfit and put them in the dresser drawer during a more sober period that weekend. By God! They were in the room we had just checked out of! 

I looked around for Kenny, but couldn’t find him. Instead, I went to the front desk to tell the young dude behind it of my plight. As I was doing so, Kenny walked by, whom I immediately flagged over to tell him to call off the troops. Both men stared at me like I was nuts - which, in fairness, I kind of was. 

”Wait,” the dude behind the desk interrupted. “You actually unpack in a hotel room?” 

Really? That’s the takeaway here? 

Ultimately Kenny took me upstairs to the room. It had yet to be cleaned so there remained a shopping bag from the shoes that I threw all my clothes into. 

And of course, it’s now March and I still have Biddy’s shirt because I continue to forget to return it. But the important point is that I have the t-shirt and that I didn’t have to fly back to the snow in shorts.