Work was like any other day, Ms. grant was out for the day which meant me doing nothing at work. So far, that morning, I had just doodled. As I was doodling I couldn't help but think of my life and how I needed to get a boyfriend. I didn't want to be some crazy old cat lady with no husband or kids to visit. But I knew I wouldn't have any cats since I was allergic.
I was startled minutes later with a knock on my office door. I jump up and shove my doodles under my couch then answer the door. It was totally unexpected, but when I answered the door I saw it was Harry. "Mary!" He said, "Harry? Can I help you?" I ask him.
He pushes past me into my office and looks around. "What do you want?" I try to sound as if I wasn't whining. "Well, I was in this part of town and wanted to visit. You wanna have lunch together?" Are you kidding me?
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. Your girlfriend wasn't happy that you drove me home." I tell him, Harry rolls his eyes. "Well, Madison's not here. Besides, it's lunch and your not busy." Harry states as he's walking around my office. He looks at every single thing. I want to say "okay" and leave but I knew better. "I'm doing stuff," I tell him.
"Like what, coloring? You have pastel chalk on your hands. There is a little pink smudge on your white couch right here," he points to where I hid my doodles. He sticks his hand underneath, "And if I'm right, which I am, there are some drawings." It was like he read me whole. I hid my hands behind my back as he held out my doodles.
"How do you notice this stuff?" I ask him. "My sister is a therapist, she taught me how to read people. Although, you're tough to read." I take the doodles from him and tear them up. I throw them in the trash as he gives me a questioning look. "So lunch?"
"I don't want to go out with you, there will be pictures and the last thing I need is your wife killing me." I tell him, "You spoke to her?" I ignore his question. "Okay, we can order here."
And Harry wasn't joking, he ordered Chinese and when it came we both sat on my couch eating. "Why do you cheat on your wife?" I ask him, I remembered the day I went to his office and his assistant mentioned having sex with him. "My wife's gone, I have no one to have sex with. What do you expect?" That kinda hurt me and I wasn't married to him.
What if I was, I wouldn't want him cheating. Why couldn't he just visit her? He didn't have to cheat... would he do the same if we were together?
"Penny for your thoughts?" He questions, taking a bite of his chicken. "Do what?" I ask with a laugh.
"I said," I interrupt him. "I know what it means but I just... nothing."
"So penny for your thoughts?" He asks again. "Why do you want to know?"
"I'm curious," he tells me. Who would it hurt if I told? Maybe he would actually be a decent human if I allowed him that. "I feel bad for Madison, your cheating on her with all these men for your sexual desires."
"She's gone literally all the time. An hour after we married she left, maybe I want someone that will be face to face with me once in awhile. I don't want someone gone 24/7."
"Then why are you guys married?" I had done it... I slipped and pried into his business. I always went too far, and I had done it. He ignored my question, got up, threw his food away, and left. He didn't say a word.
I messed up.
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I felt bad, I had spent hours upon end trying to find a way to make it better. I didn't this quite often, I was way too nosey. When someone told me something I wanted more until there was nothing left.
It haunted me the rest of the afternoon too, Louis and Noah would be gone for the evening. I would be home by myself with no one to vent to about my problem I had. I had no other friend beside Noah and now Louis. I never counted Perrie as a friend since she was seasonal.
That was until I ran into someone walking up to my apartment. "Owe, I'm sorry!" I had said. I look up at a girl with shoulder length dirty blond hair with sweats and a t-shirt on. Her emerald eyes reminded me of Harry's.
No, get him out of your mind.... "It's fine really! I'm a klutz as my brother calls me." "No, I just.... I have a lot on my mind and wasn't paying attention."
"What's wrong?" She asks me. "It's just," was I really about to vent to someone I didn't know. I didn't even know her name. "I kinda pushed it with this guy with my asking questions. I'm just really curious and I pushed him so far he started ignoring me."
"That must be hard, I'm Gemma by the way."
"Mary," I say.
"Sorry about that guy, though. He's probably a jerk. Everyone is curious." I felt as if a new friendship was starting then.
"Exactly!" I agree.
"Well here's my number, give me a call whenever you need to vent or even just hang out!" She pulled out a pen and wrote on my hand.
"That I will do!" I tell her. And we went separate ways although I promised to call.
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That night I watched sappy movies, with pizza, and wine. I felt as if I went through a break up when I really didn't. I wasn't even friends with Harry, we were just acquaintances. I thought about calling Gemma after running into her but she seemed to be going somewhere and I didn't want to intrude on her plans.
I thought numerous times about just calling Harry and apologizing for what I had done but I somehow couldn't. Had I messed up big time? I really never meant to be so nosy but it kinda just happened. I wanted to know everything.
So I googled Harry, it was wrong and I shouldn't have done it but he was famous. His personal life was public.
When I googled him all his social media accounts popped up, I saved those for later and read about him. He was a month younger than me, born in February and had a sister. It didn't say his sister's name, I do remember once Harry knocking on my door thinking it was his sister's apartment. His sister lived here, that was a start.
He grew up in Cheshire England, other than that it didn't say much. No mom or dad was talked about in the article. Every interview, questions of his pass was dodged and he just said his sister; no name. He mentioned Madison a couple times, growing up friends with her. Maybe that's why he married her?
I begin stalking his social media accounts, honestly, nothing more was said than your average person. The only picture of Madison seemed to be where he proposed, after that nothing else.
It only made me wonder more about him.
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