"Hey wait," Harry calls out for me while i'm reaching for the door to my apartment.
I turn around a smug smirk on my face and raise an eyebrow for him to continue.
"I never got your name." He reveals.
"Well that's because I didn't give it to you."...
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Harry's POV
If I could describe Jess in one word it would be stubborn.
So fucking stubborn.
It is 1:32 and I have been sitting in this meeting room waiting for Jess to arrive. Our meeting was scheduled by my agent for 12:30 but there is currently no sign of Jess.
I mean is she really that fucking stubborn to not even show up to a meeting with in the long run is benefiting her and her reputation with clients?
I couldn't even text or call her to remind her because one, I don't have her phone number, and two, she left her phone in my car last night.
I was initially so surprised that she opened up to me like that, but I could tell it was really uncomfortable for her to do so. The girl lost her brother and I can't even imagine how it would feel loosing any of your family members.
My sister and my Mum are my world, they keep me grounded and they are like my best friends. My step-dad Robin and I are pretty close too, way closer to me and my biological father - in saying I don't really have much of a relationship with him. He's a bit of a twit. Cheated on my Mum when I was younger and left her to fund as a single mother for years.
My patience was wearing thin as I stare at the door, waiting for any signs of Jess to approach. The only reason i'm still here waiting is because what if she slept in? What if she was so emotionally and physically exhausted from her vulnerability? In that case I wouldn't be mad at her because i'm very proud she opened up to someone, even if i barely know Jess really.
Oh yeah and I forgot to mention the fact that she stormed off on me... again.
I really am a bit of a dimwi-
I get snapped back into reality by the harsh opening of the door, Jess following in behind it.
She holds a bored but confident composure, making her even more intimidating than she normally is. I have seen so many sides of Jess that I don't know which ones are acts and which ones are really her.
