The Maid. ( A Harry Styles Fanfic) -ON HOLD-

Chapter 11.

       We walked in silence for a few minutes, me just taking in the magnificent view of the sun setting right before my eyes, and Harry texting away on his phone. I watched as the sky changed from baby blue to vivid pinks, purples, and oranges. There were no buildings or trees in the way, just the perfect sky, reminding me of years ago when I would often take random walks to my favorite place.

*Flash Back*

     "Ma, I'm going out to you-know-where!" I called up the stairs of our tiny 2 bedroom apartment. She replied with a simple "Ok" and I was off, barreling out the front door. I was going to the same place I always went during summer evenings, the place where I could just sit alone with only my thoughts. The walk was about 10 miles, which growing up in Jersey City where you mostly had to walk, it was nothing to me. I walked down sidewalk in the blistering heat, making my pink tanktop and denim shorts stick to my skin, slick with sweat. It was only about 4 in the afternoon but if I wanted to get to East Rutherford in time I had to leave early. My phone vibrated in my back pocket, signalling a phone call.

       "Hola mi amor!" I screamed into the phone. When I heard the deep voice reply back, a wide smile grew on my face.

        "Yo deer eyes, you going tonight?" My best friend, Patric, asked me. Ignoring his nickname for me, I told that I was going and we should meet up there. Patric was the only other person who ever went with me to the walking bridge. We discovered it together one day when I had to go for a doctors appointment and afterwards we went for a walk. Since then we've been going at least 10 times every summer for the past 2 years. 

       After I hung up my phone, I slipped it back into my pocket and began walking faster. The sun was relentless and there were absolutely no clouds to block it out for even a few seconds. I took a deep breath and continued my pace down the narrow, broken sidewalk, taking in all the familiar sights. Food wrappers and bottles littered the walkway as random drug addicts tried to talk to me, but I knew better than to ever reply to them. As a walked past them, I dug my hand into my pocket and felt around for the cool metal item. As soon as I felt it I relaxed, feeling much safer when I had my knife on me. I had never used it on anybody, but that didn't mean I wouldn't if the time of a real emergency ever came.

       Soon enough, the bridge came into view and I smiled. Patric wasn't there yet, so I just walked over and sat down on the edge, sticking my feet out underneath the railing. The walking bridge was abandoned, so basically only me and Patric ever came here. I looked down below at the bay, which was now at high tide, making the jagged rocks disappear. I heard footsteps to my left and I tensed up. Turning my head slightly, I was relieved to see it was only Patric. He sat down, but not in the same spot he always did whenever we came here. I gave him a questioning look and he shook his head and looked down. When I reached out to him, he shrugged me off.  

       "What's wrong?" I asked. He was never like this, unless something made him mad.

       "You, you little bitch," He spat, "Care to explain why the fuck I call up my brother on the way here to see how he's doing and he tells me you fucked him last night? What the hell?"

        "What the fuck? I wouldn't ever fuck him! I was at home last night with my mom!" I screamed. 

        "Lying whore." He said over his shoulder as he walked away from me. What. The. Fuck. I was well aware Patrics older brother liked me, but make a lie like this? That was unexpected. What hurt even more is my own bestfriend didn't believe me. I thought about that as I cried, watching the sun set and fade, alone. 

*End Flash Back*

       I frowned at the thought of the memory. That was the last time I ever went to the walking bridge as the reminder of what happened there was too painful to bare. I shook the thoughts out of my head, reminding myself, happy thoughts equal happy Jay. We turned the corner, Harry still too involved in his phone to realize that we had made it to the mall. He looked up at me and smiled, dimples prominent and all. We walked into the mall, him holding open the door for me like a true gentleman. We looked around, the mall was huge and there were barely any people in here.

      "Where to first, love?" 

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