Sympathy // h.s

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Everything reminds me of him. That boy I took an elevator trip with. He had tattoos on display, and metal on his pretty face.

I got to know him as Harry, the boss's best friend.

I was shocked to find out, Mr Tomlinson certainly did not seem like a tattoo and peircing kind of man.

Who knows what else he hides under that fancy suit of his.

Today's Friday. My favourite day of the week. I know that that doesn't make me special in any way-shape or form, everyone who works loves Fridays. But It's that feeling of freedom, knowing you won't have an aftertaste of paper on your tounge for two days straight.

For two days straight I have the oportunity to do whatever I please.

And what I please is usually an out-dated book and cold coffee.

Maybe I'm a little strange, acting as a sixty year old at the age of twenty one, but I like the life I choosed for myself, it's simple and easy, just how I like it to be.

A knock on my office door took me away from my thoughts. 

Mr Tomlinson, or Louis, peeked in. 

"Hi" he chuckled lightly, it's a lovely sound, he's been a happy man for as long as I've worked here. 

"Hi" I smiled. "How can I help you today sir?" 

"please, you know I want you to call me Louis, I'm laid back" he smiled "and I wanted to invite you to a small party I'm having at my house, the info is all in here" he handed me a card of blue paper, which had everything from attire to adress scribbled down on it. 

"Thank you, Louis, but I'm not really a party girl" I tried to give him the paper back, but he insisted.

"I know, I've noticed, but please, do at least swing buy for one drink?"

and the next day I'm standing outside this big ass mansion dressed in a white bodycon coktail dress. I never liked to wear tight tings, I know I'm curvier and all, but bodycons make me feel fatter than I actually am. 

I take a deep breath before opening the door. 

I'm met with white marble floor and mahogony bookshelves. A chandalier hung in the high ceiling, it looked like the fancy deck of titanic, but in mansion form.

Louis stood by a group of men, he smiled when he spotted me, and instantly waved me over. 

"You look stunning Dolores" he held an arm around my shoulder, squeezing me lightly. 

"These are my closest friends, Niall, Liam, and Zayn, I'm missing one at the moment, Harry, but he never arrives on time that wanker" 

Just the sound of his name brought back the images of him walking into the elevator. Those green eyes will never stop haunting me. 

"Dolores, why don't you go around and mingle, me and the boys have a few buisness things to take care of" 

I nodded.

No one really took the initiative to talk to me, and I'm not one to start a conversation, so I asked politely one of the "butlers" for the directions of the bathrooms. 

He pointed to a long hallway and told me to follow it until the end and then make a left. I thanked him with a smile. 

My heels klicked against the marble, the sound echoed trough the hall, everything about this part of the house feels dark and cold. The feeling makes me shudder and I jog until I see a sign that says "toilets" in golden letters.

No one else is in here right now, I'm glad, I came here to be alone, maybe read on the kindle app I recently dowloaded for my iPhone. 

I'm in the middle of reading Anna and the french kiss, but some faint voices keep distracting me, If I really concentrate I can make out whole sentences, it almost sounds like Louis?

When I glance up at the ceiling I see a small vent. 

As curious of a women I am, I sharpen my ears to hear what the voices are saying.

"How are we going to do this Louis?" a raspy voice asked.

"We have the guns, we just need the plan" Louis laughed "calm down Harry" 

"You know I hate getting blood on my shirt Louis"