Moving On [H.S]

Chapter 6

Maya makes it into the office barely on time, clocking in with a minute to spare. Her hangover was worse than usual. She all but collapses into her chair, rubbing her eyes and drinking her tea to try and wake herself up. Her eyes droop every few minutes, as she almost falls asleep 4 times while doing work. She glances around and quickly sneaks to the stairwell to the roof.

When she reaches the roof stop she slowly walks towards the edge of the building, watching the cars rushing by, people scurrying along the sidewalk, looking like ants to her now. She has always felt so powerless over everything in her life, but when she is on the roof, she feels like she can fly if she tried. She sighs, breathing in the chilly autumn air, and closing her eyes.

Her hair whips around her face in the wind as she opens her eyes, looking out over the small town she wishes she could leave. She turns when she hears the door to the roof open, and to her surprise, she sees Harry. He gives her a small smile and walks over to her.

"You weren't very good at sneaking today. I thought you might want some company."

He says and she nods, giving him a small smile as he stands beside her.

"What's your favorite color?"

He asks and she pauses to think.

"Maybe...like a light green. Like sage."

She says and he nods.

"What's yours?"

"Blue or orange. I like them all though."

He says and she nods. She notices how well he dresses. Never in the boring white shirt and khakis combo. Today he is wearing black pants, a light blue button up shirt, and a black blazer. She appreciates the non-conformity, especially how his shirt isn't buttoned up to his neck. It shows off the cross pendant hanging from his neck.

"Your favorite food?"

She asks and he purses his lips in thought.

"Mac and cheese."

"Very sophisticated."

She says and they both laugh.

"What's yours?"

"Grilled cheese."

She says and he lets out a loud laugh.

"We are the elite of society, aren't we?"

He asks and she lets out a loud laugh that fills the air. She hates her laugh, but Harry feels like he could listen to it forever.

"What were you like in high school?"

He asks and she pauses, trying to find good bits about the experience.

"Well...I was emo."

She says and his eyebrows shoot up, an amused smile spreading over his face.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Black clothing, ripped fishnets, ripped jeans, eyeliner, everything. Even had a lip ring."

She says and he lets out a cackle as she laughs too.

"Went through the whole 'it's not a phase mom' phase. My Chemical Romance was the only music I listened to. That and Panic at the Disco."

She says and Harry nods.

"Let me guess, you wrote poetry?"

He asks and her eyes widen.

"Oh dear lord."

She says and he laughs again as she shakes her head.

"Yeah and it was really emotional, very angsty."