Friendship? [H.S.]

Chapter 39

*Song for this chapter: Paper Houses by Niall Horan*

July 11, 2017

I managed to make it through the rest of the week pretending to be asleep when Harry was home. He left for the London premiere yesterday.

Today, I'm looking at apartments. Gentry insisted on coming with me when I let it slip what my plans were for the day. It then turned into me explaining that it was just time for me to get my own place. "Have you told him yet?"

"Harry?" She glared at me like I just asked her what her name was. "No. I know that if I tell him, he's going to try to convince me to stay. I mean, it's just time. He really likes Camille, and I just don't want to be in the way."

Gentry made a face at me from the driver's seat. "I don't know why, but I don't believe you. Not once have you mentioned moving out in the last year so I don't know why-" She gasped and I snapped my head up to look for the danger. "You've been here for a whole year!"

I exhaled finally and rolled my eyes as I settled back into the passenger seat. "It was in June." We both got quiet for a minute, and she nodded. "The plan was never to live with Harry for this long. The plan was always to stay with him until I got established. You know?"

"Is it too late to celebrate?"

"Me moving out?"

"No, dork. You're LA-versary."

I laughed, for lots of reasons. Mainly because Gentry could celebrate the most mundane things in life. Carson made it through his first full day of kindergarten? Party! Harry hosts SNL? Party! Someone grew their first tomato? PARTY!

"Oh... Uhhh... I don't need a party. I'll tell you what, you can plan my new place warming party, how's that?"

"Oh yay! Are you sure you want an apartment? You know that you can afford to buy a house."

"I know, but I don't want to chance it. Something could happen."

"Like what?"

"Opal Fleur goes under?"

"JANA!" She shot the deadliest glare I've ever seen from her my way and I recoiled a bit, but it's the truth. 

"You asked what I meant."

"I just forget that you are always waiting for the other shoe to drop." She looked over at me and pulled her sunglasses down on her nose. "Just promise you'll think about it?"

I sighed as she parked at the front office of the apartments I was looking at now. "I promise."

It was going to be weird going from a 4,000-square-foot home to a 600-square-foot studio apartment.

"You are going to tell Harry before you move out, right? Like, you're not just going to pack up and leave while he's doing movie stuff... right?"

I laughed and stopped walking, waiting for her to turn around. "You realize he's done with premiers by the end of the month? I'm not going to get a lease signed and move before then." She knew me too well because that actually was my plan.

After the tour, Gentry practically ran to the car, dragging me behind her. I couldn't help but laugh as her heels clicked on the sidewalk. "No. NO! No. Absolutely not. I forbid it. Nope."

I was laughing too hard to say anything while also trying to keep up with her long strides. The listing said the complex was a luxury complex with high-end, state-of-the-art studio apartments for modern living. Apparently, modern living meant a local starving artist community that dabbled in psychedelics, opiates, meth, and... my favorite... the orgy taking place in the pool as we walked by. No shit... a literal orgy. Bodies all over the place. My face is still red from the amount of skin I saw. Not to mention the faces of people that were in the throes of pleasure.