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Chapter 13: Maybe We'll Work It Out

sorry this took so long i was too busy screaming at the end before i became sane enough to publish it so enjoy

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"How long has it been?" Leigh-Anne asked over lunch the following week.

"Three days." I said as I pushed my salad around with my fork.

"Three days?" Louis repeated. "Do you know how much séx you guys can have in three days?"

I rolled my eyes with a laugh and shook my head. "Don't even start. We haven't done anything. He's been very polite and hopefully I'll be out by the end of the week."

"Hopefully?" He said. I shot him a look. Of course I didn't want to stay with Harry forever. It was his home and unless I started paying rent, I can't stay any longer. He was very generous letting me stay, but I have to find my own place by the end of the week.

"So, what's his bedroom look like?" Louis asked with a smirk.

"You think I know what his bedroom looks like?"

"Well, yeah? Hasn't he given you a tour of his home? Surely he has."

"Yes, he did," I said matter-of-factly. "His bedroom is very nice."

"How are the bedsheets?" Leigh-Anne asked with raised eyebrows as she raised her glass to her lips.

I licked my bottom lip and said, "I wouldn't know."

"The blush on your cheeks says otherwise." Louis commented, and I nudged him with my elbow.

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Tanner tried texting and calling after a couple days. I didn't answer; not because I was being petty, but I was very afraid to discuss anything with him. He wasn't level-headed and I knew he wouldn't see things from my point of view. I didn't want to argue with a brick wall.

News had spread about Harry's visit to the office and my name had been mentioned in many articles, none of which were ours. Even though we wanted the to get our stories out before any other magazine, Chelsea didn't want to spread this information about our own company. People would be flocking to us for attention anyway, and she figured it was going against policy to write about one of our own employees.

This thankfully allowed me to edit articles that weren't about me. Occasionally I'd see a magazine on the stands outside stores when I'd walk to work, or when I stopped inside a small shop to grab some snacks for work, I saw a blurry photo of my face in the corner of a magazine.

Although, with me and Tanner split, this also prevented any love triangles or scandals to arise. I didn't really know if Tanner and I had necessarily split though. Yes, I walked out, but most of my stuff was still at his apartment and we really hadn't talked things through. I knew I needed to go back and discuss the situation but I didn't know how ready I was.

As it neared the end of the week and I debated on finding another home or going back to Tanner, I started to get a little anxious. I was sitting on Harry's bed with my laptop and notebook in front of me, a list of houses along with their pros and cons scrawled on the page.

I heard footsteps downstairs and I glanced at the clock, seeing Harry was probably home. Soon enough, he waltzed through the doorway, slinging his bag off his shoulder and onto the floor before laying eyes on me.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he climbed onto the bed next to me.

"Looking for places to rent," I answered.

He was silent for a moment, and then shifted his position. "So are you just going to move out of your old apartment then?"

I bit my lip. I wasn't even sure. I could talk it out with Tanner and maybe see where we stand at this point, or I could just completely move into a new place and avoid confrontation entirely.