Just Friends

Eight.

Once my mind is made up to push Harry from my thoughts, it becomes a little easier to forget about seeing him kissing that girl. The memory is burned into my brain, but I can at least think of it without wanting to cry now. He's texted me a few times, to which I've barely responded, and called once but thank god, I was asleep. It's not that I don't want to be friends with him, I do. I just can't yet. I need to remove myself from this situation for a bit and get a fucking grip.

I picked up an extra day at work, so I've worked every day since the party. But, since Andrew said that's apparently illegal, the Saturday girl has to work my Wednesday today. Not that I mind, a little mental health day will be nice. I hear Amy getting up, getting ready for work, so I go out to talk to her. She jumps when I say hi, not expecting me to be awake.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asks me, gripping her chest like she's had a heart attack. "I don't have to work today, heard you moving around so I got up to come say hi." She looks confused. "But you always work on Wednesdays." I move, grabbing a cup to get some juice. "Yeah, but I picked up Saturday, remember? So Andrew won't let me work that many in a row. So Saturday girl, Claire, is working for me today. I don't know what to do with a weekday off work."

"I'd say just lay around. You've worked constantly since you've come here, you've had your little heart broken by a world known popstar," she smiles at me. "So, just relax. Lay around in your pajamas and pig out. That's what I would do if I were you." I nod, agreeing. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Thanks. A lot planned at work?"

"Not really, no. Just a normal day I hope. I have a couple ads and such I'll start working on. We got a new campaign, something about beach wear. I was thinking of asking Ross if I could use his body as part of the ad. Do you think he would let me?" I almost laugh at her. "Is that a serious question? That boy loves nothing more than showing himself off. I think he'd be delighted. He'll get to brag all about being a model." We both laugh, knowing that's exactly how Ross will act. Can't help but like the guy anyways.

Amy heads to work, promising we'll eat Chinese takeout tonight and I head back into bed. I try to sleep more, never something I've been good at. Once I'm up, I'm up. I'm also shit at taking naps. I toss and turn for what feels like hours, before heading out into the apartment. I stay in my pajamas, the idea of having nowhere to go quite liberating. I almost wish I had the balls to just walk around naked.

I decide to actually make myself lunch, rather than eating out like I do every day at work. Our fridge needs restocked, badly, and I make a note to tell Amy we should shop soon. I notice there's chicken in the freezer so I put it out to thaw, set on making myself a chicken Caesar salad. Something slightly healthier than the taco salad I've come to really, really enjoy since I started work. I gather things, deciding to play some music. I grab the iPod dock and crank up some music, the 1975 filling the kitchen as I cook. In the middle of dicing some chicken, there's a knock on the door.

All I can see from the peep hole is hair and I instantly know who it is. I open the door, standing against it. "Hi, Harry. What's up?" He looks up at my voice and smiles, frowning when he sees my defensive posture. "Hi, Dill. I went to your work to see you, but they said you were off today. Are you alright?" He came here to check on me? "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. I just picked up a shift this past weekend and I can't work two weeks in a row, so they forced me to take today off." He nods, understanding. "Oh, okay. I was worried something was wrong."

"Nope, I'm perfectly fine, thanks for the concern." He just stands, staring at me, his eyes looking sad and dull. "What's wrong, Dylan? You don't seem like you like me much anymore." HA! Is he blind? I can't hold in the laugh. He looks like I've offended him by laughing and I feel a little bad. "I'm making some lunch, would you like some?" I ask, moving so he can come in the door. He simply nods and follows me to the bar in the kitchen, sitting down while I finish cooking.