"We will continue our meeting next Monday" Matthew ended the meeting. Everyone packed their things. Some people stopped by to shake his hand and some just left the room. After that, Matthew was left alone in the empty room. He let out a sigh and stretched out his muscles. He realized he has been skipping gym after Harry's death. Usually he just went with Harry and spent some time and he would take the chance to check his man out. A small smile made its way to his lips.
The knock on the door made him snapped to the reality. Maia approached him and gave him a mug of what seemed like a coffee from the scent of it.
"So, how was the meeting?" she asked him with a smile, handing out the mug toward him.
"It went well. Just like usual." he replied, then taking a sip of the coffee.
"Careful, it's hot." Maia warned him but it was too late for Matthew. The hot liquid burned his tongue.
"Oww, hot.." He whispered to himself but Maia heard him and she just smiled.
"I told you to be careful." she said. Matthew just sent her his charming.
"Thank you, Maia. I need to go to my office now and start doing my work." He said. He put the mug down and started to pack his things, then picked up the mug again. "I think we should go now."
They walked the room together and Maia helped him to open the door cause his hands were full. He thanked her and she returned to her place and continue her works. He shut the door with his leg. He scanned around the room and memories started to hit him like an emotional train wreck, wrenching his heart. It's hard for him to put on his happy face when he's outside his office. He hold everything to himself. Sometimes, he did talk to Dominic about it cause Harry was close to him but not much because he rather kept his life with Harry private.
It still lingered in the room, the feelings, he remembered vividly, his face, his eyes, the way he stormed out from the room, and he didn't make any effort to comfort him, he just let him go, with his ego, thinking it was a good idea to let him be.
He set the coffee on his table and took a seat. He opened one of the drawers, where he still kept their picture together, a picture that Katherine took of them when they was on vacation with his friends. He caressed the frame softly and smiled. They were so happy before but someone just have to come and fucked it up.
He woke up alone in the bed. He was naked under the unfamiliar sheet that was covering his body.
"Harry?" He called out for his boyfriend's name but no answer. He jolted upwards, spotting his jeans on the ground and put it on. His shirt was nowhere to be found but he decided to walk out from the door, still not realizing where he was. He heard someone cooking and he went straight to the source.
"Harry?"
"Oh, looks like someone is awake."
Standing in front of him was a girl from last night, the one he met last night, the one-
Finally everything fell into places. He must be in her house. She just standing in front of him casually, wearing only his shirt on her petite body.
"I made you breakfast. You must be hungry." She said with a smile on her face.
He looked up from her and saw a clock hanging on the wall.
7:30 am.
Oh shit.
"I wasn't supposed to be here. Where are all my things?" He asked immediately.
