pill - hemmings

II

workdays were rough for harley. many of them consisted of her slaving away for her boss, either coffee runs, organizing stacks of papers, changing ink cartridges in the photocopy machines, or typing out emails.

though she loved the city, and her internship, since writing was her only passion, she felt out of place.

it was hard enough being an intern, since she didn't really get to do what she loves, and she felt like she'd never get a chance, because many people too, were trying to make it in the business.

working at the publishing company opened her eyes to a brand new world and new experiences to go through. she understood that it was a low possibility that her work would ever be published, seeing all the manuscripts sent in daily, most of them going into the shredder.

she did make friends at work, but they weren't like the ones at home.

new yorkers usually kept to themselves because they knew they wouldn't last with a big group of friends. it wasn't high school anymore and if they were going to survive, it would be best to be alone.

after all, the city isn't big enough for two.

*:･ﾟ✧

harley couldn't go through the whole day without that luke kid crossing her mind. she thought about him, and his face, and all of it seemed familiar to her.

she's seen that face on the cover of magazines, yet she couldn't bring herself to pay attention to the headlines. so she never truly knew who he was or who the rest of his mates were.

she leaned against her desk, with her chin in her hand, staring at a blank word document on the computer screen in front of her.

another wasted day. she thought.

as the minutes passed and the clock struck 5 o'clock, the employees piled out of the office in herds, rushing to the elevators to go home.

harley stayed behind, moving at an unhurriedly pace.

the 5 o'clock hour was the worst in the city.

harley hated the hour with a passion, as she was used to quiet drives through the fields back home, all the noise and crowds made her anxious.

ironic for someone who lives in the city, isn't it?

as she arrived to her hotel, she repeated the same routine.

settle in.
cook/order dinner.
finish papers for work.
fall asleep watching netflix.

for her, this was a nightly routine. she barely had the energy to go out and explore the city that never sleeps.

she didn't bump into the group of guys again, leaving her to wonder where they were, and where luke was.

*:･ﾟ✧
luke was the sober one of his group.

he was sort of like the virgin, in a certain way.

his pills never really allowed him to drink, and he understood that, so every time the boys went out luke had to sit in the corner, hating himself because most of the time, it was the last place he wanted to be.

he'd rather be drunk as shit and not know what he's doing or who he's flirting with than sober and conscious while girls crowd him, desperately trying to get in his pants.

of course that never happened. while luke technically wasn't a virgin, he never really cared about sex either.

he was too busy self-loathing while the girls were drooling over him to lust over them wearing short tight dresses.

when they finally did arrive back to the hotel, luke would take his nighttime pills before drifting off into a deep sleep.

but for some reason, that night he couldn't stop thinking about the girl in the elevator.

harley.

her name was glued in his head.

he wondered what she was doing at that moment.

*:･ﾟ✧
A/N:

okay im so lazy but im also motivated to write this story. im gonna make a playlist on 8tracks so the link will be in one of the next parts!!

- H.