Sage

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omg new me? new me ;)

pls comment what you guys think because as you know i haven't written in A WHILE so I'm literally thinking everyone hates every word of it LMAOOOVALIDATEMEPLSOOOOOOO

love u chiccy nuggies

-mom

Ellie

Getting dressed turned out to be a mixed bag. Despite the constant pang of guilt for leaving Sage behind and the repetitive questions to Debra, reassuring myself that she knew what she was doing, I found a glimmer of excitement at the idea of escaping the house for a while, especially when Harry secretly set up the camera, making me promise I wouldn't say anything to his mom about it.

My playlist echoed in the background on the speaker while I traced a flat iron over my curls and spoke with Jenny over the phone, who seemed more excited than I was.  An hour later I was squeezed into a dress I hadn't worn since 2020, makeup I hadn't used in months, and my hair flowed gracefully down my shoulders for the first time in a minute.

Then, Harry and I left. Quickly.

The ride to the condo was about forty minutes (after we picked Jenny up). Harry, after offering us his flask, tried to give us the 401 about how these events go. Don't stray off alone, don't talk to people who strangely have an interest in you (I learned my lesson at the first album release party), and don't draw attention to yourself. I think that one was more directed toward me, though, considering I was a direct extension of the CEO of Styles Records.

And though with each skyscraper and buzz of noise that excitedly welcomed us into the city, traces of my nightmare tainted any brief relief I felt. 

Luckily enough, the contents of Harry's flask help with that.

I also figured being around him would help calm me a bit, but he practically disappeared the moment we were out of the elevator and entered the large condo. 

My hips are now snatched and tight under the stretchy spandex of the red mid-thigh dress, uncomfortably grasping onto each curve and crevice of my body, the makeup I'd done is beginning to feel cakey, and my ears feel weighed down by the crawler diamond earrings. Not to mention I miss my son. 

Jenny is keeping me company enough, pointing out the people she'd fuck in between sips of the multitudes of fruity alcoholic beverages that have been offered to us by robotic-like waiters. But it's not enough to keep me from constantly readjusting the dress and checking the nanny cam every few moments to make sure he's okay.

It's been about half an hour since Harry found us a seat on a cream-leathered couch and scurried off to greet his client, and we've been drinking ever since.

The deep bellow of the music rattles the floor of the condo, and it makes my palms sweat as I finish off my drink and grab another. It burns the center of my chest, but it's a small price to pay for the way it eases my nerves. At least somewhat.

That same dark curiosity lingered.

"If I had to choose between red dress or blue tux, I'd have to go for blue tux," Jenny says loudly, her full lips a little too close to my ear as she yells over the music.  I follow her gaze to a pudgy, dark man with a bald head. Someone I know for a fact she wouldn't fuck sober.