Remedy (H.S.)

41

Kennedy Simmons

Yesterday was one of the best nights ever. Just the look on Archie's face was enough to make me ecstatic.

Charlie, Lincoln, Kendra and I spent the whole night dancing like crazy people and having the time of our lives while Harry stood in the corner drinking and looking at us with a judgy face. Mick pretended to work, but since Harry had hired extra security and nothing was going on, he decided to let go and have fun with us.

I didn't drink anymore because I didn't want to get a hangover the next day. Yes, I was one of the few people who thought of the effects of excessive drinking.

I was always the responsible one and not just in this particular friend group.

By the time me and Harry arrived back home, we collapsed on our beds. There was no doubt that the sexual tension was there, and we were both still kinda worked up from earlier, but we were too exhausted. Plus, having sex with the enemy shouldn't be a frequent thing, no matter how good it feels.

Today, I got out of bed earlier than I thought. I had taken the day off because I had predicted I would be exhausted after the long night.

I was wrong.

I had so much energy and I have no idea how that was possible. Especially considering that I had slept for less than four hours and all I did yesterday was jump around like a crazy woman.

I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and put on a white tank top and simple black shorts. Harry and his monotonous lifestyle had affected the way I dressed.

I didn't bother to do a perplexing makeup routine. I was blessed with clear skin and I rarely had black circles, except if I had cried a lot, so there was no need to put makeup on. Being naturally blond meant that my eyelashes were light-coloured too, so I applied a little mascara. My lips were full but not as rosy or red as the lips of every other person, and I was insecure about it, so I put on just a small hint of pinky lipgloss.

Today I also felt like jumping into an old habit; black eyeliner. This was my significant look when I was eighteen. The rock look matched my whole image.

My hair was a mess from yesterday, and I wasn't in the mood to spend my time fixing it so I just put it in a messy ponytail and brushed a little my bangs that now had gotten even longer and I could almost tuck them behind my ear.

After I was done preparing myself for the day I walked downstairs. I was about to enter the kitchen and have my breakfast when I saw Harry running around, looking incredibly stressed for some reason.

He was wearing his usual black clothes, and his hair was a mess. I assumed he had just woken up. He was wearing a black pair of sunglasses, and anyone would be able to tell why.

Hangover.

"What happened?" I asked. He stopped and looked at me for a moment as if he was trying to decide whether he should tell me or not. "My substitute driver got killed yesterday. We caught the killer. He's in the basement. I have to interrogate him. We think he works for Clark."

Good morning!

What a nice way to start your day!

He kept staring at me for a while and, even though I couldn't see his eyes, I felt like something was wrong. "What?" He finally looked away. "Nothing. I just thought I –" He shook his head. "You just reminded of someone?"

I was in the mood to tease him. "Ooh! Was it an ex of yours?" He chuckled. "Definitely not an ex. I can't even remember her face." The way he said that got my attention. "Then? A hook-up?" He shook his head again. "Nope. Just another annoying person I met a couple of years ago. Pretty sure she's dead already." My eyes immediately widened.