Colorblind [h.s]

33

Spending Christmas alone seems like it should be way more depressing than it actually is. I'm finding it quite relaxing. I got back to my apartment around 1 am and slept in until 2 pm, not wanting to stay awake, alone with my thoughts.

My conversation with my mom was nothing short of frustrating. She spoke almost as if she was reciting something memorized prior to our conversation. I'm trying to not think about it, though, and instead trying to have a soothing end to my Christmas.

It's now 8 pm and I've spent the last few hours stress cleaning every inch of my apartment. After changing into sweatpants and my dad's old Stanford hoodie, I put on my slippers and walk into the freshly-cleaned kitchen, having tunnel vision right on the wine. Opening up a fresh bottle is one of the best feelings. I skip the glass and decide to just get it from the source. Plopping down on the couch, I turn on trashy reality TV and get to chugging.

About an hour later, my bottle is gone and I'm bored of watching middle aged women scream at each other, but I definitely don't want to go to bed just yet. The girls are still gone for Christmas break but they'll be back for New Years Eve. I have to make the most of my solo time here. I like the quiet. Things have been so... loud lately.

I pick up my phone to scroll through Instagram for a bit when it buzzes with a text from Harry.

Today 9:14 pm

Harry

I know Christmas isn't your favorite holiday but I hope you're still having a nice time being with your mum.

I read the message and start typing before I change my mind.

Thank you.... I'm actually back at my apartment now. What are you up to?

I hope my reply isn't too forward but. . . it would be nice to have some company right now. Plus, I'm a little drunk so my judgment is slightly clouded. I place my phone face down, confused as to why I feel kind of nervous for his reply. I think it's just the wine.

Harry

Niall made us all go out.

Very on brand for them.

Lol, that sounds like him. Have fun!

Was that text too enthusiastic? Or did I sound passive aggressive...

Stop overthinking it, Violet.

Harry

I can stop by after?

My eyes are glued to his quick reply. I wasn't expecting a text from him at all, let alone him asking if he can come over.

Harry

If you're okay with that.

I'm not sober enough to think this through rationally and I'm clearly making him question his texts. No one likes drinking alone anyway...

Yeah that'd be okay.

I send the text and spring up from the couch to open another bottle of wine, pouring myself a socially acceptable glass. Hopefully Harry thinks this is the first drink I've had tonight, but I have a feeling he'll be able to see right through me. I take my glass back to the couch and put on When Harry Met Sally.

A pretty fitting movie even though the name Violet sounds nothing like Sally.

I watch the opening scene and relax a bit. Playing one of my favorite movies always calms me down, and the title of this one was too perfect to pass up. Plus, 80s rom coms have a special place in my heart. It seems like everything was so much simpler back then. Harry and Sally are eating at the diner when I hear a knock on the door.