"I want to be with Harry, mother." My tone is harsh, but that's her own fault. She did this to herself. She drove me away as she dried to drive a wedge in between Harry and I. Why couldn't she understand that I loved this man? And even if being with him was a mistake, it was my mistake to make.
Harry was cowering in corner, packing my clothes in the duffel bag. He didn't want to come in between my mother and I, more so than he had already unintentionally done. "Please, just come home." She begs and I roll my eyes. Regardless of what has happened, she tried to stop me from seeing him. That was not something I was ready to let slide so easily.
"I'm going home with Harry," I tell her for the third time in the last hour. My short lived excitement of finally getting out of the hospital was quickly ruined by my mother and he persistence for me to go home with her. It wasn't going to happen and she needed to accept that.
"He's no good for you!" She yells in my face, anger rising in my stomach. How dare she?!
"Well, that'll be my problem." Harry walks over, gripping my hand before we leave the hospital. My mother's words made me angry. How could she say that about Harry? He hasn't done anything wrong. Well anything that should have her so against him. He didn't crash the car. I did. It was my driving, not his.
"Nardia," someone's voice pulls me from the memory. I groan as I wriggle on the small area, eyes still burning with need for sleep. I feel hands grip the back of my thighs, lifting me. Seconds later my body is being placed gently onto the comfort of our bed. "I'm going to work, baby," he says pecking my forehead. I let out a whine, puckering me lips. Kurt chuckles as he bends to gently press his lips to mine. "Love you,"
He adds, I just hum in response. It wasn't meant to be mean, I was just so tired. He knew I loved him more than anything.
I hear the front door open, seconds later closing. I snuggle into the covers, enjoying the comfort of our bed. It's quickly destroyed though. The quick whoosh of new mail calling from my phone. I shoot out of bed, searching the small area for the device. I locate it just under my bed.
Picking up the device my heart is sent into overdrive as I read Quick Fix Inc. at the top of my screen. That was the company. That is who I have been waiting to hear from for three days.
I click on the email, excitement and fear battling with each other. Which would be victorious?
Dear Miss Clark,
We formally apologise for the delay for our response but Mr. Eric Fuller has set some time aside in his very busy schedule to fit you in. Please be here at 11am sharp. Mr. Fuller is a very busy man and can not afford to have his time wasted by someone who is not serious about the available position.
Tina Stephens
Quick Fix team
'Please do not reply' was written in small print beneath the email. I jump around absolutely thrilled that I was being given this opportunity. I quickly find Kurt's number, ringing him.
"It's alright, babe. I'll be home soon enough, I know you're already missing me." He chirps with a chuckle and I roll my eyes. He was probably only just settling in a cab, and I was already pestering him.
"They emailed me back!" I squeal, knowing Kurt would have had to pull the phone back from his ear or he'd loose hearing.
"Nardia, that's great!" He beams and I giggle. "When do you meet with them?"
"Today at eleven," I say and I hear him grunt a little.
"I was kind of hoping we could meet up for lunch," he tells me. I could already see him pouting from the end of the line.
"Well, after the interview, if it all goes to plan, we'll go to dinner tonight." I offer and he sighs.
"Okay. I'm going to hold you to that." He answers and I giggle.
"I'm sure you will,"
"Well I'm going now. Stop harassing me, I've gotta get to work, jeez." He bickers and I giggle at the idiot that had my heart completely devoted to him. Well, as long as I didn't concentrate on my past...
"Okay, bye." With that I hang up. I had four hours before I had to be at the Quick Fix office. What to do...?
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My knees jiggle up and down as I try to calm myself. I was so nervous to be doing this interview. This was everything I wanted, to get it would set me off in the right direction for my career. I needed this.
"Miss Clark?" A tall blonde in a tight black pencil skirt and white blouse calls. I stand from seat, facing the pretty girl as I dust the nonexistent dust from my dress, smoothing the tight material. "Follow me," she instructs and I do as I am told.
She leads me into an office, and for some reason my mind subconsciously compares it to an office I haven't been in for almost two years now. It was smaller, by a lot. The designs were nowhere near as modern, the view didn't even compare. Since moving here with Kurt nine months ago, I've noticed New York's views just don't compare to London. Maybe that was my homesickness talking, but it was different.
"Good morning, Miss Clark."
"Good morning, Mr Fuller. Thank you so much for meeting with me. I appreciate your time." I say as I shake the man's hand.
"Actually, Miss Clark, I felt like I should do this in person..." my heart skips a beat. That doesn't sound good. "Look, we're very impressed with your grades from college, however we need someone with a little more experience. There are plenty of firms, smaller than this one, that are offering the experience for college leavers such as yourself." He explains and my heart shatters. All that time I spent worrying about their email, and I don't even get the job. My heart was shattered.
"Okay, thank you very much. I appreciate you taking the time to tell me that to my face." Where that courage came from, I'll never know.
"Thank you for coming," he says as I stand from the chair. We shake hands firmly before I am directed out. Tears leak from my eyes. I was devastated.
All I wanted right now was Kurt, our bed and junk food.
I walk home, angry that I had spent thirty-five dollars on this dress three and half hours ago and gone to the effort to iron it for nothing. My feet were starting to throb from the heels, but that didn't matter, because it didn't help me. I reach our apartment building, climbing the stairs as I still let a few tears slip through.
I slip the key into the whole, pushing the door open. As I walk in I spot Kurt's bag on the coffee table. Please don't tell me he was home to surprise me with congratulations. I couldn't handle that misunderstanding.
"Kurt?" I call before hearing a thud followed by Kurt cursing. I walk toward the bedroom to hear shuffling, muffled groans and whispers. What the hell was he doing?
As I come around the corner I find Kurt pulling on a pair of boxers while he pushed a naked girl into the closet.
"What the fuck?!"
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