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Chapter 34

Sawyer

The day has finally come. I have finished my first semester of grad school and can officially relax for a month. At least I thought I would be able to relax, that was until Hharry dropped the bomb on all of us a couple weeks ago that we were all going to Paris and Irealand. I can officially say I have never been more stressed in my life because this packing is no joke. I mean I have to pack two outfits a day just in case I don't feel like the other one that morning. Harry says I'm being "over dramatic" but he forgets that he is just as picky about what he wears and I saw the massive suitcase he had laid out on his floor. Luckily a majority of my clothes are here instead of back in California. When I made the move over, I wanted no excuse for my parents to try and get me to come home. However my wardrobe is still lacking some key items I want for Paris. Sage so kindly offered to help Alyssa and I pack tonight once she heard how stressed we were.That girl has the best style I swear. She is even bringing us options to try on if we want to borrow them.

I tried to find clothes at my normal thrift stores and I even tried some online stores but nothing caught my eye. You could say I was being very picky but I just call it having an acquired taste. My acquired taste has been very expensive as of recently, to put it plainly I'm draining my bank account. Before coming to Maryland I worked my ass off through high school and ungrad at a bookstore to save up. I wanted to ensure that I had enough money when I made the move so I could focus on my education rather than have to work a minimum wage job. When I drew up this little plan I didn't take into account how much money I would actually be spending here. Even the best thought out plans can have a kink in them.

When I told Harry my little dilemma he was quick to say that he would help me in any way and pay for anything I needed. I swear I have never seen him jump up so fast. He nearly spilled the tea he was drinking all over his kitchen counter. "Here, take this card." He reached into the drawer next to him. "I don't use this one. Use it whenever you go out."

I was in a state of shock when he just willingly handed me a platinum Amex card. Yes, a PLATINUM Amex card. I told him repeatedly that I didn't want the card and I like to work for the things I want but he would not let up. I tried explaining that even though he gave me this card I was still going to get a job and just let the card sit in my wallet but that made him go on a whole tangent about how I need to focus on school. After arguing back and forth I finally came up with a plan that would make me feel better about keeping the card.

"I'll keep the card if you let me work at medicine. Consider me using the card as payment. I'll work the two weeks leading up to the trip and then once we get back."

After some convincing he finally agreed and told me I could start the day after. Since then I've loved the job, I mean I get to work with Mitch everyday and Sage comes in to visit practically everyday and brings us lunch. When we arent dealing with customers Mitch and I are fucking around playing his guitar or talking about music. I rarely see Harry though, the majority of the time he is locked in his office on the phone and really only comes out when it's time to eat or leave for the day. Mitch told me this is pretty normal and has always been like this but I can't help but wonder what he does when he's locked away in there.

Fast forward to now, I have my first time off in two weeks. I honestly don't mind working as much as I have been. Harry insisted that I only work two to three day a week but I forced Mitch to put me on the schedule almost everyday. If it were up to me I'd be working today too but Mitch insisted I have to take the day off to "prepare mentally and physically" for the trip. Whatever that means.

Because of this I'm sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor panicking because I have nothing to wear. It doesn't help that I have Niall reminding me every two fucking seconds that he is already packed and ready to go. I hate men. It is so easy for them to pack. They just throw shit in a bag and call it a day. I mean for Christ's sake Alyssa packs his toiletries like she's his mother. Maybe that's why he calls her mommy?