Drivers License [h.s]

part two

It's been a couple months since Harry admitted he loved me, and since then I've been on cloud nine. It seems as though he has too. We've been living in such a harmonic euphoria i've barely been able to tell left from right

Which is why a fresh Monday at the office is exactly what i didn't need. I sit down with a thud, leaning back in the spinny, cushioned chair as my cloud sinks and im suddenly plummeting back to earth

Some people find going to work a pleasurable experience. Talking to coworkers, working on projects and seeing a nice crisp paycheck at the end of the month. The only thing i can relate to is the money, every other aspect of this job is lost on me

My coworkers aren't half bad, but each one is too deeply immersed in their own lives to even recognize me. And my 'projects' are not so glamorous either.

While a lot of people who work for the multi-billion dollar production that is the music industry get to mix tracks, design album covers and meet with popular artists, i am stuck passing out stale coffee to overly touchy, bald men who view me as an object rather than a human being

That's right, I'm a receptionist for the very lovely Columbia Records. Now, normally, telling someone you work for Columbia Records is a huge boasting point, for me it's more of a complaint. I'm not ungrateful for being able to be apart of the industry, after all it was my dream since i was little to be a songwriter

I've always been just okay at singing, mediocre at playing the guitar, decent at making beats on a computer, but my passion is to write songs

But i have to start at the lowest point to get there, and after a year of getting pinched through my tight skirt and calling to tell off album designers for their lack of promptness, i'm still exactly where i started

Harry told me it would take much longer than a year to get anywhere, and i understood that before taking the job, but i just wish i was doing more

I feel like the person i am today would have disappointed my younger self. I'm not living any dream she had wished for. In fact i'm doing the opposite

So, suffice to say, my day has been terrible. All i want to do now is lay my head in harry's lap, letting him run his fingers through my hair as i tell him, again, of the woe that is my career

I double checked that my car door is locked, living in a suspicious part of the city has proved to me that anything can happen when you aren't paying attention, and walk sluggishly to the wooden staircase. A staircase, mind you, that i would rather die than climb

Unfortunately, the former is not an option at the moment

My keys jingle in the door socket for half a second before they twist all the way and I hear the familiar click of the lock sliding back. I let a deep yawn escape my throat as lean down to pull my heels off, not even through the door yet

Once I've pried the evil restraints from my feet, I toss them carelessly to the floor and immediately flop face first onto the couch. Harry isn't going to be home for another two hours, which means i have that long to actually get myself changed and figure out dinner

However i'm surprised when the front door flings open just minutes later and in struts the devil himself, bumping into the front table and tripping over the shoes i had in the entryway

Luckily he catches himself. Unluckily he catches himself on a tall blonde girl who had followed him inside

One look at the red tint around his eyes and his enlarged pupils tells me all I need to know, he got high after work. Again.

Only this time he brought home a little friend. Isn't that nice?

"Harry?" i question as my voice seems to bring him back to earth. He darts his eyes to mine, not able to focus long enough to make eye contact before fluttering his vision around the room carelessly

"Why are you home? You're supposed to be at the office for another two hours" he states, his words melting together slightly. great, he's tipsy too

The girl beside him is beautiful. Long blonde hair, perfectly tanned skin and a nice set of green eyes. I all of a sudden feel quite intimidated even though this is my home. And my boyfriend at that

She looks around the room, seemingly dumbfounded and slightly tipsy too. However I'm pretty sure she isn't high. Hopefully i can get some answers before she scurries away "what did he take?" i ask bluntly as she pulls her coat tighter over her arms

"I don't actually know, Jeff offered us some sort of powder after work. So we met him in the parking garage. Harry didn't hesitate to take it" she answers quietly. I feel bad for having such negative feelings towards her. It really isn't her fault that he snorted something from a random coworker in a parking lot.

And it sure isn't her fault that he decided to bring her home with him. My mind drifts into dangerous territory, wondering what they would have done if i hadn't got off work early

However i don't have time to even process it before something about her catches my eye. She realizes I'm staring and follows my gaze, instantly seeing what I'm seeing. With that she smiles tightly and scurries quickly out the door

My next words must sober Harry up pretty quickly, because as soon as they leave my mouth, he's stood up straight, giving me his full attention

"Did you give her the hickey on her neck?" 

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quick updates cause  y'know... i have nothing better to do :)

- ev

*1/16/2021*