Lapse [h.s]

Chapter nine

"What the fuck is you're problem?" Now shouting at Harry, I lean against the bathroom sink. If I was to stand up alone right now I think I would fall over.

Harry screws his face up and takes a step towards me. "My problem? Grace, you're the one who's fucking drunk!"

"God forbid Harry, It's a fucking Friday night." I throw my arms up in a dramatic sense. "You've made this week miserable for me, forgive me for needing a drink."

"At least I can handle my drink." He rolls his eyes and places his thumb under my chin. Pushing my face up to meet his.

Goosebumps prick my arms and I take a deep breath. Staying still under his touch.

"You," he takes a deep breath and exhales before continuing. "Need to learn how to behave, belle-fille. How much have you had?"

"As if it's any of your business." I argue back at him.

Who does he think he is? He may be my boss but what I do out of the office does not concern him.

"I think you'll find it is Grace." He sniggers and bites back a smile.

I shake my head and push his hand away from my face. Turning to face the sink so my back is against his chest. Still making note to lean against it.

"I really don't appreciate how you thi-"

Ringing.

My ears start to ring and I flinch at the sound of a bang.

Confused and slightly scared I look up through the mirror to Harry to see if he has any answers.

"H...Harry?" I question, my voice comes out so hushed, I'm not even sure I said anything.

Bang.

Harry shoots his head towards the door, immediate panic becomes apparent in his face.

He breaks contact with me and charges towards the door. Looking through the frosted over glass, his expression falls. Harry turns pale and frantically pulls his phone from his pocket.

He's talking to someone within seconds, I couldn't make out any words he was saying but he was walking back and forth. Covering every inch of the door and checking a few times that it was still locked.

Another two bangs ring through the air, causing me to clamp my hands over my ears. The ringing becoming too loud to focus on anything else, my eyes are searching Harry's mannerisms for any sort of tell as to what's going on.

He shoves his phone back into his pocket and hurries over to me.

"Grace, I need you to stay calm." He crouches down a little to meet my gaze.

I remove my hands from my ears and grip my thighs, trying to stop the shaking. "Stay calm? Wha-what's going on?"

"I need to get you out of here." He says sternly, carefully not to wobble his expression or words in an attempt to keep me calm. "But I need you to stay here and listen to what I tell you before I do."

He places his hands on my shoulders and pulls me away from the sink. Then taking hold of my hand he starts hurriedly walking towards the toilet stalls.

"Stay in here till I come and get you. I have the key so I'll lock the door behind me and you don't open it for anyone. Do you hear me?" Harry pushes me into the stall and guides me to sit on the toilet seat.

Not sure I understand anything he's saying, I take a deep breath and hold eye contact with him. Tears start to form in the corners of my eyes and I wipe them away before they can fall.