Heartbreak Girl (H.S) (New Girl Sequel)

Chapter 39: Grey's Anatomy & Lunch

Ivy's POV

Grey's Anatomy played quietly on the large flat screen TV as I curled up into Ben's muscular chest, secretly inhaling the light Calvin Klein cologne that he had sprayed on after he got home to wipe away the smell he claims he gathers everyday from his office.

Ben sat with a pout because he hated watching this show after overhearing me obsessing over Dr. Sloan when I was Skyping Olivia one time.

"He's not that good looking," he huffed.
"You can't tell me if you were into men that you wouldn't tap that."

He opened his mouth to defend himself but closed it once again, making me grin in success.

"I'd still chose you over him any day," I assured him.

Ben smiled and tangle our legs together that were resting on the coffee table in front of the couch.

His phone that was in his sweatpants pockets beeped to let him know he had a new text message. Ben frowned and pulled it out.

I tried to glance at who it was but as soon as he saw the contact name, he clicked the screen off.

"Who is it?" I frowned.
"Just one of my employees," he bit his lip. "I told them I wanted to be left alone for the night without being contacted, but apparently they're too stupid to understand that."

I hummed and once again went back to watching the TV
•••

"I'll have the turkey, Swiss, and lettuce on wheat bread and a fruit salad," I ordered.

"Be right back," the waitress smiled at me before walking back inside to put my order in.

I decided to go out for lunch today instead of staying cooped up in the house while Ben's at work.

While I waited for my food, I pulled my phone out and decided to catch up on my social media accounts. I haven't been on them very much since I came to stay with Ben.

There wasn't much on Twitter and Instagram, but on Facebook all my friends were announcing they were either pregnant, pregnant again, engaged, or going to university.

I hate social media. They just make you want stuff that you don't have.

I jumped when someone scooted the chair out from the other side of the table.

But as soon as they sat down, my surprise changed to anger.

"What the hell are you doing here Harry?" I spat.

"I want to talk," he sighed.
"So what? You followed me here from London and have been following me around?"

He shook his head, "I told your dad I needed to talk to you and he told me you were staying here with.. your boyfriend," he growled the last part.

I rolled my eyes.

"We talked plenty at my dad's wedding. I was pretty sure I made my thoughts clear that day."

"Well now I'd like to make mine clear," he pleaded.

I quietly thanked the waitress as she set my plate down in front of me.

"Can I get you anything?" She asked Harry.

"Just a tea."

Once again she was gone, leaving Harry and I alone at the round outdoor table.

"I understand that I hurt you really badly Ivy. And I understand if you never want to be with me again Ivy, but it's killing me to know you hate me."

"I don't necessarily.. hate you. I'm just aggravated with you."

The waitress returned with Harry tea and then quickly ran back inside.

"Will we ever be able to at least just be friends?" He frowned.

"I don't know," I shook my head.
"Why couldn't we?"

"Well I don't know how comfortable my boyfriend with be with the idea," I frowned at my uneaten sandwich.

"Why does Ben decide if we can be friends?"

"It's the same thing as if one of his ex girlfriends wanted to start hanging out. We'd discuss it together before any decisions are made. That's how couples work Harry; they talk things through."

I acted as if I didn't notice his jaw clenching as I took at bite of my sandwich.

Harry angrily gripped his glass cup as he sipped on his tea.

-Where are you? xxx Ben-
-I'm out having lunch with a friend. Why? Is something wrong?-
-No, I was gonna ask you to have lunch with me :(-

-sorry :( I would have asked but it totally slipped my mind-

-it's alright. There's a few more days before you go home anyways.-

"Who are you texting?" Harry asked.
"Ben," I didn't bother looking up from my phone as I answered.

"Does he know you're having lunch with me?"

"Nope, I'll tell him later at home. Better than telling him through text messages."

Harry nodded and continued sipping on his drink.