Look East | A Hozier Fanfiction |

19

Several hours later, after a hot shower and a restorative four-hour nap, Molly was sat at the island reviewing a case file while Oscar fussed over her wardrobe from behind the curtain.

"Why do you bother? You know I'm just going to wear whatever I want," she called.

In reality, she had already settled on a crop top and mini skirt combo paired with sheer black tights and a black leather bomber jacket. She intended on wearing her ancient black Doc Martens to finish it all off. Hopefully it wouldn't be too cold that night.

Oscar reappeared with a huff. "Whatever you pick, I hope it makes you look completely fuckable."

It does, she thought with a grin.

"You're thinking about his dick, aren't you?" he asked with a knowing grin as he sat next to her.

"What? No!" Molly said, blushing. "We have that party to go to after the show. I don't think anything is going to happen. He'll be busy."

Plus its not fair to keep having sex with him until you make it clear this won't work, she reminded herself. Its not fair to him or you.

"The man donated obscene amounts of money to the charity you work for - twice -, invited you to his concert with backstage access, let you come back to his hotel room with him when you couldn't come home, fucked you three ways to Sunday, and professed he might still be in love with you," Oscar said, ticking the items off on his fingers. "I'd say he's planning on slipping some dick to you tonight."

Molly rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Can we stop talking about this please?"

The entire situation was a clusterfuck. She was actually a little angry at him for telling her how he felt. Before she could just brush it off as a passing crush on his end and rationalize leaving like she did because it was a summer romance. But now, since he told her, all she could think of were what ifs.

What if she had stayed? What if she had told him how she felt? Would things be any different? Would they be together still? All of the questions and scenarios run rampant through her mind and it was all she could do to think straight.

Andrew was the type that believed in romantic things like fate. To him, their meeting again after all this time was a sign from the universe that they were meant to be together. But to her, it was just a cosmic fluke akin to finding your doppelganger on the other side of the world. Some small part of her now wondered about those what ifs, though.

"Do you think tonight you could actually stay with me the whole time instead of chasing ass?" she asked.

Oscar put a hand over his heart in mock offense. "I do not chase ass."

"Oh? So what happened last night? Did he give you the special gay bat signal?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Its a hand signal, actually," he quipped, slicing a banana for a smoothie.

"Fuck you," she laughed.

Oscar looked at the file in her hands as he poured coconut water into the blender. "The Howard case? I thought Michelle told us we couldn't take that one? That it was too hot because of the gang aspect?"

Molly shrugged. "I don't see why we shouldn't take it. The kid just wants to live his life. He said he's done with the gang shit."