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Journal Entry Twenty Six

Allison has been alienating me these past few weeks, and I can not determine a reason why. I don't like this hot and cold behavior, and I already have too much on my mind to be participating in mind games with her.

-H

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three hours earlier

Harry didn't like being without Allison.

It's been three days since she last contacted him, and he didn't like that she was avoiding him. With all the preparations for the New Years' Eve company party coming up, he thought keeping himself busy would take his mind off of her for once.

Needless to say, it didn't.

The elevator dinged as it stopped on the top floor, before stepping out into his apartment. The first thing he noticed was a pair of Manolo Blahnik boots by the door, and a mop of blonde hair hanging over the edge of his couch. Sighing, he already knew it was Gemma. Years ago when they were closer, he gave her a key to his apartment in case of emergencies. He didn't know she still had it though.

"Gem." He walked up to the couch, and poked her sleeping body. "Gemma, wake up."

She groaned and rubbed at her eyes, smudging her thick eyeliner on her face. She resembled a raccoon more than anything human. The smell of alcohol was wafting off of her body, and Harry wondered how someone so small could consume this much liquor and not be dead yet.

"I'm not ready, shush," she grumbled out before saying a stream of unintelligible words and covering her head with a pillow. His expensive white suede goose feather pillow, to be exact.

He rolled his eyes, before leaving her alone to sleep. He already had enough of her and to wake her up would be too much effort. He'd just have to buy another pillow, since her kohl colored eyeliner probably made the surface its new home.

Harry was a little bored himself, seeing that he just came from work and had nothing to do. He walked into his bedroom and stripped out of his work suit before throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt. Grabbing his phone, he dialed Allison's number but it rang for a full minute before going to voicemail.

"Allison, please call me back, I don't know what I did but forgive me," he said before sighing and hanging up the phone.

Harry was confused, he'd been attempting to contact her for the past few days but she wasn't answering his texts. The worst part was that because she switched offices, he didn't even have the number for the new place.

He hesitated before moving back to the living room. He had to see her, he had to know if she was okay or just ignoring him. He was getting better, and she needed to know.

Gemma was sitting up now, her arms over her eyes as light snores left her lips. Harry rolled his eyes before walking into the kitchen to get her a glass of water. He placed the glass next to her head on the side table and covered her with the throw blanket that was strewn across the back of the couch. She sighed peacefully and snuggled in the blanket before turning over.

What a mess, Harry thought before he left his apartment. Gemma was already a nuisance and an extra person he did not want in his space, but she was his sister after all.

Allison was causing his compassion to grow.

Speaking of Allison, he was beguiled at her avoidance even though she spoke to him a few weeks ago and he thought they were over it. Running his hands through his long hair, he sighed before changing his course and heading for the hair salon down the street. He was tired of his locks and what good did it do him these days?