Theirs- Completed

Chapter Three

I'd managed to sneak off to bed last night around 10pm without anyone questioning it. I'd showered and then just laid there in bed, staring at the ceiling. Hopelessly heartbroken for the millionth time. 

I don't know why I still even thought it would ever be a possibility with him. I don't even know when it had happened, when I'd built him up so much in my head that it turned into more than a friendly love. This was infatuation at it's finest degree. And it was suffocating. 

Even as I stood here now, feeling let down that he was making me late for work, I wanted to see him. I tapped my fingers against the counter, looking at my watch again. 

Okay yeah this was long enough. We should have left 40 minutes ago. Even if I get the tube I'll be late and I can't wait for him forever. I pulled a pen and some scarp paper from my bag. 

'Had to get the tube.

I waited 45 minutes Robin and now I'm late.Thanks.'

I left the note on the counter, pulling bag over my shoulder and walking down the hallway. I heard footsteps coming down the hall above, slowly. No urgency. Not even as I unlocked the door. 

"Morning." I turned my head, rolled my eyes and stepped out. "Li-" I closed the door before he could finish. Fucking morning  what the fuck is that about. Tell me the night before that you'll pick me up. Text me to say you've set your alarm to make sure you're up. I knock on your door an hour before. And you still just come at me with morning. Get fucked. 

I closed the gate and ruffled through my bag for my earphones. It wasn't a long journey into work but I really didn't fancy doing 20 minutes on a rammed rush our train in silence, listening to London's sniffles and coughs, reminding me how germy the underground was. I didn't want to think about it. 

His name popped up on my phone as I got to the end of the road. Hitting ignore as I played my playlist. I wasn't in the mood to talk right now. I was going through the motions and I really wanted him to feel guilty. God knows he didn't for last night. 

Like, was I THAT undatable? That unattractive to him? God I really am stupid. 

Lil
I'm sorry, I'll take you.
Just give me 5 minutes. 

I rolled my eyes as his texts popped up at the top of my screen. I wasn't giving him another minute today. Then I watched Bailey's name pop up. Answering immediately. 

"Hi Bails." 

"So you are watching your phone?" I rolled my eyes and hung up. Not another minute. I switched my phone to airplane mode. Try me now bitch. I walked down the stairs, making the long descent into what felt like madness. 

It might seem pathetic that I'm making such a big deal about him sleeping in. Maybe he had a rough night sleep, or he went to bed late, or he's just exhausted from tour. It happens. Sure. But I knew none of those were the reason why. I knew the reason why I'd slipped his mind. I knew who was on it instead. That's why I was upset. 

Sure jealousy is an ugly emotion, but that's not what it was. I could see right through her like a freshly cleaned pane of glass. She only wanted him as a claim to fame. They'd been talking a few months, 4 I think. I'd met her a few times. Once a week since they started dating. She looked at me like I was something stuck on the side of her designer shoes. 

She was so stuck in her own world, oblivious to any actual human problems. No real job behind her, just daddy's money and Robin's credit card. Her Instagram was filled with expensive cars, drinking champagne and every luxury brand you can imagine. She didn't actually like him. She was a good actress. I'd give her that. And after a lot of research, I found out she has done this to a few other guys too. 

I'd mentioned it to Robin but it caused a huge argument. Him telling me I was being rude, judgemental, jealous. All I said is that I thought she may have an ulterior motive. I'd mentioned it all to Bailey and he agreed with me. It wasn't that I was acting like this psycho friend who was obsessed with him. I genuinely had his best interest at heart. It wasn't her no matter how bad he wanted it to be. But if he want to believe it was then sure. Go for it. Whatever. I tried to warn you. 

I stood on the tube, holding on for dear life as the music played through my earphones and I stared into oblivion, counting stops. 7 more to go. 

"Sorry. It's Lilly right?" I looked at the guy in front of me. He looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. 

"Yeah. Um-" I went to shake his hand but wasn't sure on his name. Awkward. 

"Harry. Harry Lawson. I did the internship with you guys last year." 

"Harry! Yes! I remember." I shook his hand. "How are you? You look well!"

"I am, thank you for asking. How are you? How's the team?" 

"We are great. Where are you now?" 

"I've been doing freelance so at home." He smiled and I chuckled. 

"How's it going?" 

"Yeah alright I guess. Could be better." That's a shame. If I remember right, he did some really great work for us. 

"Tell you what then. Are you free this afternoon?" He nodded. "Stop by the office. I'll see if there's anything we can do. If not, I'll take you for a coffee." 

"A-are you sure? That's not why I came over I swear." 

"No honestly Harry. You were great to work with last year. It's the least I can do. Shall we say 2?" 

"2 is perfect." The train pulled to a halt and I smiled, quickly stepping off before turning and giving him a wave goodbye. What a pleasant young man.