Your Sympathy (ON HOLD)

Chapter Ten

Her POV

The article was almost finished, just had to tweak a few things before I send it to my editor saturday and she publishes it online on monday.

It's been a week since I met Harry.

And no, he has not called or texted me.

It's fine really. I mean what did I expect? He's a busy guy, has things to do. I shouldn't expect anything from him.

But why do I miss him?

I was working on the article now and I found it very easy to find the words to write. Usually it takes some time before I'm in the zone and hunkering down to write. It was almost done just had to make sure it had no spelling errors and shit.

Listening to the recording of Harry and I's interview was strange. I kept finding myself playing it even when I wasn't writing. I liked the sound of his voice and laugh, and found myself smiling when I replayed our conversation we had. Even when we got off topic and I reprimanded him for wearing a Cubs shirt.

I see Emily waving at me to get my attention as I sit at the kitchen counter, writing and listening to the recording. I just got home from work, but I was finishing a few things before I had to send it over tomorrow.

"What?" I say as I take my headphones out.

"I was just wondering what your plans were for tonight?" She asks with that look in her eyes.

No. She wants me to go out. That bitch.

"Emily I'm not going out tonight" I said standing up, closing my laptop and walking towards my room.

"C'mon Hannah! You haven't had a real night out since college," she starts. "You can't stay sheltered in the apartment for the rest of your life!" she states as I set my stuff on my desk.

Emily and I go way back.

We met freshman year when she was in my writing class. Became quick friends when we both had the same taste in music, besides One Direction. She sucked at writing but was really good with bio. I sucked at bio but I was really good at writing. I helped her and she helped me. In more ways than just studying.

She was there for me when Alex died. She understood mental health, its importance and she actually makes my emotions feel validated.

"I can't go out Em, please I have to submit this tomorrow," I make up an excuse.

The article was practically finished.

"Please, you have been working on that all week and I know you! I know you have it practically finished because you always do right before your deadline."

Damn that bitch is right.

"Then if you really know me you would know that I don't want to go out!" I yell jokingly, only half serious.

"Han, I got us on the list to one of they most exclusive night clubs in the city-"

"How the hell did you manage that?" I ask.

She always weasels her way into exclusive places and I never understood how she did it.

"I may be sleeping with one of the investors but that's not the point! The point is we are on this list and you would be a fucking moron not to go!"

I sigh and think for a minute. Maybe I should go. Haven't drank in a while and I deserve a break.

"Plus I know for a fact that you need to get laid" She adds pointing a finger at me.

Ok so here's the thing. I have had only two relationships in my twenty three years of being on this earth. One was in high school my junior and senior year, and the other in college senior year and a little after I graduated. Didn't really love either of them as much as they loved me. But the thing is daddy dearest had instilled in my brain to hide my emotions and I never could express to them what I felt and that was my downfall.

So then instead of putting another person through that I had occasional hookups and one night stands. I got tested regularly, was on the pill and I made the guy wear a condom always. I didn't sleep with millions of men, but hey a woman has needs.

"Ok fine I'll go!" I finally gave in.

"Really? Oh thank god!" She says looking relieved.

"Now get out of my room so I can get ready before I change my mind!"

"Alright wear something slutty! You may not have any tits but you do have a nice ass! Show it off!" she yells and she walks out of my room.

I head to my closet and see what I got. I decided on a red silk tank top, that was kind of low cut, and my black leather high waisted pants that I only wear for special occasions. Paired it with a black belt and some heeled boots. I do some light makeup because I'm just gonna sweat it off anyways. I leave my hair how it is with it's natural waves.

I look in the mirror and I almost don't recognize myself. It's been a while since I've worn something of this caliber.

I turn to the side and spot my tattoo. It was six sunflowers in a small bouquet. They were Alex and mine's favorite flowers growing up. Our mom used to take us to this sunflower field and pick them.

I snap out of my thoughts and try and forget about the past. I walk out and grab my purse off the coat rack along with my leather jacket. And I hear Emily gasp.

"What is it? Is it too much? Should I change? I look stupid don't I-"

"Shut the fuck up! You look hot!" she interrupts me from having a mental breakdown.

"Alright then, let's go before I actually change my mind!" I say.

We head out the door and I feel good. I can't let my anxiety hide me away in the cave that is my bedroom forever.

I had a good feeling about this. I'm just taking it all in.

Ooo whats gonna happen at da club? Also did ya see what I did there at the end? Hehe... -H