Artifice

"You"

The picture above is how I picture the apartment (who's I will talk about shortly) but somewhat more modern to balance out the two different taste

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1 month later

"You're always at Liam's, you might as well move in with him." I said bitterly, I missed my best friend and with each week that passed she moved a little more of her belongings to her boyfriend's. We spent less and less time together and I spent more by myself.

"I'm sorry Eva." She gave me puppy dog eyes. "You can always come along with me? We are probably going to watch movies, his roommate should be there so you won't be like a third wheel." She offered.

"Who's his roommate again?" I asked.

"Um, I don't remember his name. He hardly is ever home when I come around really, Liam tells me he's always either at working or messing around."

"Messing around?" I repeated.

"Yeah like going out and messing around." She mockingly thrusted into the air and I let out a loud cackle.

"Don't ever do that again." I laughed and she joined along with me. "So you're telling me you want me to spend my night with a douche while you get it on with your boyfriend?" I asked when our laughing died down.

"Oh come on!" She whined. "I promise it won't be weird, if anything you can use my car to come back and I'll have Liam take me home tomorrow morning."

"Fine." I gave in with the security of knowing I could leave at any time.

The ride to Liam's apartment was long, purely because of winters weather. The cars were all covered in thin layers of frost and hardly anyone was spotted freely walking around. We turned up the cars heat all the way up as we drove down the streets.

"This is it." We parked inside a garage and got out. The building's lobby was significantly more rustic than ours, everything was perfectly set, like a damn picture off tumblr. She led me to an elevator and to the sixth floor.

Knocking on the door, she waited with a big smile and a bottle of wine that she claimed to be Liam's favorite.

Liam opened the door gracefully greeting Liz with a kiss and a pleased smile because of the bottle of wine.

"Eva," he smiled and tightly hugged me. "I didn't know you were coming." If I wasn't wrong his voice held a bit of worry.

"I don't mean to intrude, Liz insisted." Liam looked over to Liz who had an innocent smile on her face.

Inside the apartment it reflected the lobby, nearly everything was painted white with wood furniture. Two significantly large bookshelves took space on the walls, every inch of each was filled with different sized books.

The three of us sat in the general living room area, the large windows surrounding us gave little light that was remaining from the sunset. Liam moved to the television hanging on the wall and put on a movie.

"Liam." A voice called midway through the advertisements, recognizing the familiar voice I froze in place. "When is that girl you're banging coming so I can leave?" The slim figure turned the corner meeting eyes with me.

Lizzy huffed a breath that he ignored completely, he stood there staring at me.

"Eva?" Harry finally spoke.

"Fuck, Harry could you say sorry for what you just said?" Liam complained and Harry's eyes didn't flinch away from mine.

I was the one to break the eye contact.

"I think I should go." I resisted every urge in my body to ask questions and took Lizzy's keys.

"Eva." She followed behind me. "I'm not that upset about what he said, calm down." She said, completely misunderstanding my departure.

"That's him!" I yelled now outside the apartment, Lizzy's lips formed an o realizing who I was talking about.

"It didn't even occur to me. When Liam told me his name I didn't think anything of it I didn't even bother to remember it. I'm so sorry for dragging you here." She apologized and I tried to slow down my heartbeat. "I should of known, seriously how many British Harry's will one find in New York that isn't a Harry Potter impersonator?"

"It's fine, I just want to go back home." I said.

"Okay, I'll try to catch you tomorrow before you go to work. Text me."

I hurried down the corridors of the building, trying to remember where we came from. I could breath a little better when I found the elevator and made my way down.

"Eva!" I heard when I was near the parking garage. Turning around, Harry was jogging my way, my immediate reaction was to walk faster towards Lizzy's car. "Fuck, stop." He panted as he reached me.

"Go away."

"I just ran down the fucking stairs, give me a break." It's been a month since I've last seen him, he stopped trying to reach out to me after Halloween. That night I pathetically cried by myself inside a cab, all the way back home. I home and poured all my feelings into my art, it was the only thing I knew to do when I was upset.

It was hard at first, to forget him, to not think about him. As days passed and I didn't receive a text, I threw myself into my school work or art to get my mind off of him. Thankfully I wasn't so deep in that I would've drowned, instead with time I floated back up and seeing him now brought all of it back.

"How have you been?" He asked between breaths.

"Good. Look I have to be somewhere in a few I can't talk." I lied.

"Bullshit, you were just up there ready to watch a shitty movie for the next two hours." He snarled.

I definitely was still intimidated by him, he had this persona that made me feel little around him. But I hated it, I hated feeling this way especially after the amount of time I've spent convincing myself that he was nothing.

"What does it matter?" I kept my voice down seeing two other people around staring.

"How have you been?" He asked again and my anger slowly boiled even more.

"Can you stop that, you always ignored all my questions or change the conversation." I pushed the key into the car, opening the door.

"Because I know you won't like my answers."

His hand pushed the car door down as I tried to open it.

"Stop," I demanded, pushing even harder but he wouldn't budge. "What do you want!" I yelled.

"You."