security

interview

y/n pov:

the car ride was long, i had my chief of staff talking at me the entire time going on and on about what to say and what not to say, how to act, how to not act. i wanted the ground to swallow me whole. FINALLY we arrived i got out of the car and prepped myself until i was finally ready for the interview.

"it's wonderful to have you on the show with us" Oprah was a close friend of my fathers and helped him with his campaign but none the less interviews made me uncomfortable

"so happy to be here" i smiled and ensured my posture was acceptable

"so y/n, let's jump right into it, i assume you've seen what the press has been saying?"

"no i haven't i tend to stay away from gossip and rumours do enlighten me" i said it in a subtly sarcastic way hoping nobody would notice and i thought nobody did but out of the corner of my eye i saw Agent Prentiss chuckle to herself

"there is rumours that you and the governors son are together romantically" WHAT??? EW. i knew exactly who she meant - absolutely not

"i'm sorry, Harry Brunton?, he's a friend i study with ive known him forever we are friends and nothing more" i'm not even boys and even if i was mr Brunton would not be the boy i chose hes like a brother to me

"if not him then who, you're one of the most sought out women in the country, i mean you did have forbes voting you sexiest woman in america did you not, i understand you turned down the position by the way, don't you wish to be married to a respectable young man?"

"i will settle when im ready to but as of right now i'm choosing to focus on my studies and my charity work" and daydreaming about my new found girl crush

"right sure, and how is studies going, any plans to follow in your fathers footsteps and go down a political route"

"politics are more my fathers thing, i care for the country and the people in it but i would like to be a lawyer, maybe open up my own firm someday"

"and the president approves of this?" god i hope so i haven't told him yet but i guess what better way to find out than Oprah

"he just wants me to be happy"

the interview lasted a while longer, i was being bored out of my mind with questions about my love life and my dads love life and everything that any ordinary person would get to keep private then i head to my dressing room and sat on the sofa in peace alone until i heard a knock.

"hey y/n you ready to go?"

"oh hey Agent, yeah i'm ready i just need a moment" she turned towards the door but then looked back to me

"you did great tonight, please don't date Brunton though, i don't know i just don't get a good vibe from what i've heard" why does she care?

"trust me Harry isn't my type, he is my friend though, my bestfriend"

"what is?, your type i mean?" this was my opportunity not even to shoot my shot with her, i knew that could never happen, but just to tell somebody, ANYBODY that i'm gay

"i prefer guys with a personality that's not got an ego bigger than their inheritance" great, i remain firmly in the closet.

"cmon then Grant let's head home" she came up to me and held out her hand then pulled me off the sofa and we drove home where i was suddenly called to my dads office, great just what i needed and i knew it was serious because he told all the security to wait outside the door.

"Are you trying to ruin my name? what the fuck was all of that?"

"don't yell at me dad, what exactly are you angry about?"

"you know we are trying to set you up with Governor Bruntons son, and the whole lawyer with your own firm shit!" he was yelling at this point, loud, i see him angry a lot but right now fumes were practically coming out of his ears

"dad i don't like Harry, shouldnt i date somebody because i love them, like you loved mom? and why can't i be a lawyer that's a respectable job i could do good"

"Don't you dare use your mother against me like that, you will marry who i tell you to and you will not question my decisions, Harry plans to run for president when he's old enough and you will need to be fully committed to his campaign you can't have a full time job like that"

"do you know how fucking ridiculous you sound right now" he was fuming at this point, he slapped me, right across my cheek, this man was not the man i thought i knew, he didn't care about me

"honey i'm so sorry come here, i'm sorry i-" he tried to hug me but i pushed him off me

"leave me alone" i ran out the room holding onto my red cheek and went to my bedroom quatre knowing nobody would disturb me and until 11pm nobody did when i heard a knock on my door a i ignored it until they kept knocking REPEATEDLY irritated i yelled "go away!"

"hey i know it's late but can in come in"  it was Emily

"no don't come in i'm busy" i sounded ridiculous you could tell i was crying and suddenly the door cracked open

"oh y/n-" she was wearing joggers and a vest top with her hair in a messy bun, she looked at me softly and all of a sudden i burst into tears on my couch, she ran over to me and held me one hand on my head as i rested it on her shoulder and one stroking my back

"it's okay i got you sh sh sh it's okay" we sat like that for about ten minutes until i stopped crying, realising how ridiculous i probably looked i sat up off her

"i'm so sorry i uhm i don't know why i did that i got mascara all over your shoulder i'm sorry i can get you a wipe for that" i stood up to go get a wipe but she held my wrist and sat me back down

"the oval office walls aren't thin, look i know you're a private person but if you ever wanna talk i'm here"

"thanks em"  i smiled weakly at her

"you got a little something there" she wiped a bit of mascara from under my eye and then her hand rested on my cheek as she stroked it with her thumb, i have to admit if me crying gets her to come into my room more often i'll take it

Emily pov:

my heart broke for her, she's the sweetest woman, she volunteers, she reads to kids, she does everything for everyone, yet she seems so defeated

"thanks em" Em she called me em, like a nickname, i usually hate nicknames but coming from her mouth i loved it, she had a bit of mascara under her eye so i wiped it away and then stroked her cheek with my thumb, it kind of felt like we were having a moment but i realise how impossible that is

"you should get to bed y/n, rest will make you feel better" who am i kidding, sleep wasn't gonna give her the freedom to do with her life what she pleases, sleep won't take the feeling of her dads hand slapping her face away

"can you stay?" she wants me to stay? am i being delusional?

"oh i-"

"you can stay on my couch, it's a pull out mattress, please i just don't wanna be all alone" how could i say no, she seemed so vulnerable

"okay y/n, i'll stay, you get some rest and i'll see you in the morning okay"

"goodnight em, thanks for not caring about my makeup all over your shoulder"

"anytime, goodnight y/n" i smiled at her and then set up the pull out mattress and slept. At 4 in the morning i got a text saying to meet the president in the oval office, i felt bad leaving y/n before she's woken up but what could i do?

"hey James i need you to stand by Ms Grants door, i have a meeting i'll be back when i can"