The confetti is laying on the floor, squished by high heels. There are drinks spilled over the chairs and wooden floor. Some of the pink balloons have been popped. Most of my friends have already left.
" Were you really surprised?" Jess asks as she plops herself down next to me on the couch.
" Of course" I smile hoping she can't sense the lie in my tone.
I'll never tell her that I overheard her on the phone a couple of days ogo fighting with the club owner over wanting champagne raining over the dancers. I'm glad the owner stuck to his decision.
I wish Willow was here. Although Willow and Jess would have probably been fighting over who would be planning this party. Imagining them together trying to agree on something makes me smile with a little laughter escaping my lips.
Still, expecting to walk into my bachelorette party and actually coming in are two different experiences. I've shed way too many happy tears tonight, only to be drown by more glasses of champagne.
As Jess And I sit waiting for our car to arrive, I can still feel the music pounding in my chest. I haven't had this much to drink and danced this much in the longest time. I could blame it on Roy and the mom life but I know that's not the reason. I guess it's a mixture of not wanting the tabloids to crucify me for it and me growing over this phase. Because I did get to enjoy a lot, well before I was ever twenty-one.
" The driver's here" Jess sighs as she picks herself up.
I look up to see the driver standing by the door waiting for us. Jess extends her arm out, pulling me up with her. We say goodbye to the remainder of our friends before we leave with the driver. The flashes from cameras are no less than what they were earlier. If it weren't for Jess I would have probably tripped by the time we got to the car. The tinted windows are what save me. The silence is a bonus.
It's so quiet for the first several minutes that I think Jess has passed out. But it's her mumbling that catches my attention.
" That beautiful niece of mine is the best" Jess says.
It's such a sincere comment that warms my heart. It also brings me back to something Harry once told me.
" Harry says that she looks like your mom" I say.
Jess stays quiet. Maybe it was too much. Maybe she can't handle a comment about her mom. Shit. I shouldn't have said that.
" Sorry" I shake my head.
" No...she does..." Jess whispers. " Maybe that's why I'm so attached to her."
" But I'm sure the personality is all you" I laugh.
" Nope, that's all Harry" she snorts. " Somehow."
" Somehow..." I whisper.
When the car stops, I jolt awake from my barely there nap leaned up against the window. I look outside to see the front of my apartment building. The driver steps out of the car and walks over to my side.
" Do you want to stay over?" I ask Jess shaking her leg a little.
" Nah, all I want is my bed" she says with her eyes closed
I don't care that she can't see my smile. She probably won't even remember the small kiss I leave on the side of her head.
I almost trip stepping out of the elevator on my floor. Too much champagne. Maybe even a couple of tequila shots. Once I'm passed through my door, I lock it behind me. I throw my purse onto the couch as I take a seat down.
The silence is a lot. Before I can give a second though to it, I've already dug through my purse and found my phone. The phone rings. The more it rings the more confused I am inside. Why am I calling him? What do I want from him?
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