Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart

Heart Part 6. Is It Still A Girls Night Out??

Trigger Warning : Detailed description of sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

A R I A N A

I came home crying that night. I open the door to our house to see Lexie watching the 1996 remake of Romeo and Juliet in the dark and wrapped around thick blankets.

Once I've fully entered the dark, I close the door and leaned against the cold wooden texture of it. The bleak light coming from the movie playing on the television screen being the only source of light in the room. I put my head in my hands, unwelcome tears streaming down my face and pooling in my eyes.

Why am I even crying?

I could feel myself slowly sinking onto the ground, angry at myself for this pointless and unnecessary reaction. I fold my knees in on myself, feeling so small with this stupid pain in my heart.

I place my head on my knees and just finally let the tears fall. I can't believe I'm crying over a loss that I never even had in the first place. How foolish of me. Why does it feel like I'm mourning over something? Is it my dashed hopes and absurd expectations?

The last time I've ever felt this way was when I got rejected by my first crush, Jai at kindergarten. Ever since then, I've never been on the receiving end of rejection. I guess now, I've had a taste of my own medicine with all those dates I've declined upon my arrival in London.

It wasn't because I find them rarely attractive. Okay, maybe it kind of has something to do with it. It's just that I really want to focus on my career. It's what I've promised myself before leaving L.A. Romantically, I've had a few drastic memories of my life in the dating world before finally coming up with a conclusion that dating isn't really my thing especially with a lifetime of insecurity hanging over my head all the time.

And as my long list of flaws goes on, so does my long list of admirers but no one ever really sparked my interest except my boss, Harry freaking Styles. Maybe I should consider putting myself back out there in the dating world, though I'm sure none of them would appreciate someone alone and hopelessly crying against a door while Romeo and Juliet play on tv.

Stop! I scold myself. You've had a good cry, now stand back up and forget about that freakishly tall and handsome young man who just happens to be your boss. I take a deep breath and stood up. I need to stop this senseless self-pity and wallowing crap. I wipe the tears off my face and put my foot down, telling myself that I shall never think of him again, romantically at least.

"Oh my god. Have you been there all this time? I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there. Young Leo is really out of this world. Do you think he'd date me? I haven't reached the age of 25 and that man has certain age limits when it comes to dating" Alexa asks me, her cheeks and chest red from all the blushing she's probably doing for almost the entirety of the film.

As I come closer to her, her smile fades and a protective look now settles on her face. She pauses the movie and looks at me, her eyes demanding me to tell her. "What happened? What's wrong? Did your boss yell at you?"

I simply shook my head no as I sat down on the large couch beside her, not really in the mood to talk about it after just basically promising myself that I'd never think about it or him again.

"You've been crying." She states the obvious. "What happened at work? Did that bastard do something to you?" Now she's growling and I had forgotten how scary Lexie could be when she's angry.

"It's nothing, Lexie," I say the truth and that's exactly what the problem is. It was nothing.

"Then why are you crying? You rarely cry ever since we came here" She says, the look in her eyes softening. Before I could even say anything, she puts her arms around me and pulls me into a hug. I need to say something to make her take her mind off of him.