Fallen // h.s.

Four

"Mikey c'mon dude, there has to be another apartment available in this damn building."

"Sorry Harry, the last one was rented yesterday."

"Ugh." A familiar voice ran through the buildings halls as I walked inside. As I had guessed I stood in front of no other than Harry.

"Great. Michael here was just telling me how I will have to stand your irritating presence from next door because apparently there are no more apartment rooms left." He angrily huffed walking upstairs to what I suppose was our floor shutting his door forcefully.

"Is he always like this?" I asked Michael that now stood a bit taken back by the scene that had just occurred a couple of seconds ago.

"Actually no. He's normally a bit calmer. He's a nice guy, you just got the misfortune to meet his annoyed side." Was all he said before leaving me with mixed emotions.

What had I done to Harry to make him hate me so much?

It took out the apartment's key out of my bag opening the door. Walking in, I placed my bag on the dinner table next to the white orchid my mother had send me while she was at work. My eyes settled on the beautiful, fragile flower appreciating it's beauty for a second. Perhaps I should take it to work tomorrow, it would be nice to have it there. It would remind me of mom everyday as if she was still by side just like back home. I turned my attention to the living room before walking towards it throwing myself into the comfy sofa.

Even though this was just my first day of work I was tired as hell, I could easily pull off being a walking zombie. I felt like every muscle was giving into gravity. There was something so great about home after the laborious day at work. My feet hurt; I would probably wear flats tomorrow instead of heels.

I turned the TV and scanned through the channels stopping on one. I smiled looking at the TV, which was presenting one of my favorite TV shows.

Criminal Minds.

My dad and I used to watch it every single night as the clock stroked ten. I'm not sure if we ever considered it a father daughter tradition but we used to never miss out on a new episode, and when I say never I mean never.

To say I missed him was an understatement. The feeling I felt inside me was awful. My dad was like my left feet. I used to think I couldn't go anywhere without him. It was an experience in my life filled with lost, pain and sadness, but because of this experience I am the person I am today.

Although it still hurts, I have to be positive and be thankful because it happened, because without such a life experience who knows where I would be right now.

Though thinking back I would never wish it on anyone. Not even Harry.

Harry.

Somehow he kept popping in my head. Questions filled my brain, question that I had yet not answered. What was bothering me the most was how he acted towards me.

Scarlett and the rest of the guys back at work talked so nicely of him. Hell even my doorman Michael said he was normally not that rude. I knew it was me. Somehow every time his eyes spotted mine, his mood would immediately change. He seemed annoyed, angry, upset every time his eyes caught me walking by.

Sadly that's now what surprises me the most. My first impression of him was marvelous. Yet here I was wasting probably valuable time, I could be using to watch Criminal minds, and yet I couldn't stop thinking about a complete jerk that definitely didn't want anything to do with me.

I took the TV remote that was by my side turning off the TV. I decided to change into something more confortable like a pair of pajama shorts and threw a baggy t-shirt on top of me. I took a deep breath about to do something that I would probably regret afterwards, though it wouldn't hurt to try, would it?

I walked out of my door before standing in front of his. I knocked calmly hoping he would answer. I knew he was in there yet no one opened the door. After a few seconds of waiting I decided to go back to my apartment. Maybe this was a mistake.

"What do you want Emma?" A voice said as the door I had just knocked in flew open.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Welcome to the twenty first century, where every door comes with a peephole."

"Oh." I simply said looking down at my feet before looking back up into his eyes. "Can we talk?" I asked my eyes full of hope.

"Sorry I don't waste precious time on people like you:" He said closing the door.

Okay so it was time to be firm, I thought to myself. I placed my foot between the door so it wouldn't close.

"What the hell do you want? Don't you get it? Leave me alone." He said annoyed trying to close the door but by foot stood in it's place.

"What did I do to you Harry?" My eyes filled with question. He just stood there frozen as he clenched his jaw.

"What's your problem? Cause ever since you found out who I was you were a total different person to the guy I met the first day. You were a total jackass." I said raising my voice.

Now I was mad. Why was he acting this way? He hadn't even met me and he already hated me.

"You wanna know what's my problem?" He asked opening the door coming a bit closer to me.

"Please enlighten me." I said trying not to look scared as I stood in my place.

"You are my problem. I can't stand girls like you."

"Girls like me? What do you mean girl like me? You met me the first day I got here and you seemed to be fine with who I was."

"That's because I didn't know who you really were." He said rolling his eyes with an obvious tone in his voice.

How was I supposed to know he didn't like girls like me? How would you even describe a girl like me? I mean, I'm just like any other girl in the world. However what he said next took me totally took me off guard.

"You are the typical spoiled little girl whose mommy and daddy give everything she asks. I mean you are probably the kind of girl that would buy anything that her stupid little head thought was interesting. Anything that would call your attention you buy cause daddy earned more than enough money to get everything you ever wanted. I mean you really thought you got the Marketing position because of your SAT score's, or what your professional profile said, or even because of the interview the company requests before you are accepted. I mean are you really that stupid or is it just an act? Cause get this through your head Emma Montclaire. You got the job out of pity. The company needed another family face for publicity, and guess what? You were the only one left! I mean you know how publicity works right? After all you are the marking manager aren't you?" He said before closing the door leaving me there paralyzed by the words that had just left his mouth.

I blinked a few times my heart sinking as every word he said got to me. I felt a pit in my stomach. An unpleasant warmth eating at my stomach. I placed my two hands on the wall breathing slowly. Somehow it hurt so badly. My mind fogged and my eyes started feeling heavy with tears. I immediately enter my apartment trying to hold everything back. He didn't deserve my tears. I tried to swallow them back but I couldn't hold them in. So I started to cry. For some strange reason those words hurt more coming from his mouth. And I couldn't tell why, coming from him, caused an impact on my heart.