Wish [Harry] On Hold

06 | C o n f r o n t a t i o n

Dedicated to moonxriver for making me a beautiful new cover for my story I, Spy! x

WHEN THE END OF THE day finally swung by, I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach when thinking of Harry coming round to my home to see my art work. No one - with the exception of my parents and friends - had shown a genuine interest in what I did and for Harry to wholeheartedly wish to see it, made me smile like a kid on Christmas morning.

Now, keep it cool, I reminded myself as I said goodbye to Fiona and shut down my computer. The guy is absolutely broken right now and the last thing he needs is you trying to clamber on to of him and snog him senseless. Do not embarrass yourself or hurt him even more.

I would never dream of hurting Harry. I wanted to help him, to mend his broken heart, and it was said that a broken heart was one of the most painful things in the world. So what better than Chinese food to help me when trying to make him feel a little better? 

"Bye," I said to my colleagues as I left the repairs office and waited by the door of the resources room, where Harry had promised to meet me. He'd seemed a little off at first when mentioning meeting me at the resources room and I didn't blame him - he'd told me all about his and Sally's dream wedding in there and just how much trouble he had gone to when trying to make the proposal a one-hundred percent masterpiece. And then his bitch of an ex broke his heart.

"Bitch," I grumbled under my breath.

"Who's a bitch?"

I jumped ever so slightly as a voice sounded from the stairway. I turned and met the eyes of the evil bitch herself, Sally. My first reaction was to nod and say, "Of course, you stupid, nasty bitch-faced whore," at her but then I realised that I wasn't the best when it came to confrontations and the last thing I wanted was to fight her. Fight her? laughed my subconscious. You'd just wimp out.

"Sally," I said firmly, nodding to her.

"Hey, Jane," she said, smiling widely at me. Harry had been right - she was acting like nothing at all had happened on Saturday night. "How are you doing? I've not had a proper chance to chat with you since the do."

I wanted to laugh in her face and slap her smirk off. "I know," I laughed. "I've just been busy."

"Yeah, same here," she said, flicking a strand of hair out of her face.

Oh, I know you've been busy, you cow.

An awkward silence fell between us and I flashed her the most sincere smile I could. The smile said: I hate you and what your did, and I hoped to God that she didn't see through it.

"So, how have you been?" she asked me.

"Good. Yourself?"

"Great, thanks," she answered, smiling widely, her ridiculously white teeth almost blinding me. "How was your weekend?"