PART 4.. fanficparker

The next morning seemed brighter and lighter. After stretching your arms and groaning lightly, you already felt more energetic than the day before. Seeing the notification on your phone reading, '2 missed calls from Simon', you rolled your eyes, tossing the phone back on the bed and making your way to the shower.

"Your work is personally my favourite. I mean it doesn't look like you are any less than professionals."

The moment the warmth of the shower touched your skin, those words echoed in your head.

"You're just bluffing," You mumbled, smiling sheepishly while rubbing the shampoo off your hairs.

"Don't believe me but my fortune cookie did tell me that."

You almost jumped thinking you really heard him or that he was there. You looked around, feeling exposed but then relaxed finding no one.

Maybe Jade was right, I am a hopeless romantic.

* * *

You reached your workplace, eyes trying to find Jade and share the events of the last evening, but all you met was a grumpy Simon.

Huh...

"Did you sleep well last night, Y/n?"

You were just supposed to walk past him and do your job until he threw this taunt. You stopped at his words, ready to throw back violently.

"You know what---"

"Oh Y/n, Hi... I actually was searching for you."

You heard Harrison from the door and he almost ran inside the room.

"Yeah what's the work with me?" You ask Harrison, still eyeing at Simon.

"Yeah... It's hmm it's... ah... what was it... umm..." Harrison rubbed his neck giving side glanced to both you and Simon while, you waited for his response but all he did was 'umm-hmm'.

"Are you going to say something or fucking disturb our conversation?!" Simon snapped, completely irritated with Harrison's interruption.

"He's here to talk to me, he can take as much time as he needs." You reverse snapped at Simon and turned to face Harrison. And as gently as possible with a smile on your lips asked, "Yeah, what were you saying?"

"What seriously Y/n, you are taking his side?!" Simon grunted, throwing his head back. Harrison didn't like where this conversation was going. He bit the insides of his cheeks, afraid his message secret was soon going to be revealed.

"Taking his side? You ditched me on our date yesterday, Simon! He was the one who literally was there for me!"

Harrison squeezed his eyes shut, his nails lightly digging on the skin of his palms when he tightly clenched his fists. His heart was sinking, he wasn't ready for this.

"Oh ho ho, what? He was there for you? And I ditched, is this some kind of joke? The only thing I remember is me covering up for you the whole week after Harrison dumped you in that party and you were crying like crazy!!" Simon said and Harrison's stomach sunk.

Guilt... Yes, it was guilt. What he did to you wasn't justified in any way and yet you were practically never bad to him or anyone. But there was no time left to apologize, the balloon was filled beyond its capacity and ready to explode at any time. Simon's words embarrassed you. All these times you never let Harrison know that you were crying over him. But the thing was Harrison never apologized for what he did at that party yet... But maybe he has changed? Last night, he was genuine, right? He praised you, gave you company, made you laugh... Maybe that's his way of apologizing...

"You ditched me on our date, don't change the topic..." You said to Simon, preventing your eyes to meet Harrison's.

The sinking feeling in Harrison's gut was now interfering with his breathing process. He took in a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. His vision was a bit blurry now, maybe because of the little tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. He rubbed his eyes from the cuff of his shirt and tried his best to keep his breathing steady. What was happening to him? He asked himself. He couldn't accept the fact that it was the end of this. After everything is revealed, there is no way you are going to forgive him and he has already accepted that he doesn't deserve forgiveness. Barely a week of post-production was left and realizing that you were leaving him, hating him forever was something he couldn't digest.

"I didn't ditch you, YOU DID!!! I was there sharp at nine-thirty, waited for a complete hour---" Simon couldn't complete when you interrupted.

"Nine-thirty? What will you do at nine-thirty? It was supposed to be at seven. I was the one there. Stop making up thing..."

"I messaged you about the change. You said you were good about nine-thirty. You are the one making up things, Y/n!" Simon's voice was pure irritatation. You narrowed your eyes at his allegations.

"If that was the case I would have got the messages, right? And I didn't and I have no idea what reply you are talking about." You said, folding your arms to your chest, rolling your eyes.

"Then what the hell is this?" Simon groaned, taking out his phone and showing you his inbox.

"What is wha---"

Harrison exhaled sharply. Yes, it all was finally over. No going back, nothing.

[ Yesterday ]

Simon [6:35 pm]: Hey Y/n. I m really sorry but I got stuck in some important work. Can we plz meet at 9:30 instead of 7?

Simon [6:35 pm]: Tell me if this works for you. And I m really sorry for changing the plans on last minute.

Simon [6:36 pm]: Waiting for your reply <3

Y/n [6:38 pm]: No problem. See you at 9:30 then.

Simon [6:38 pm]: Great. Can't wait to see you ;)

"But... How? I didn't get them, neither I replied..." You took your phone out showing it to Simon, none of the messages on your side of the inbox. You and Simon stood there confused while all Harrison did was stare at his shoes, his fingers anxiously fiddling.

"I-I... I really have no idea. Harrison was there with me and---" You stopped in your tracks, facing Harrison. As your eyes met his, all the dots were connected.

"You-you brought my phone back. Did you..." You trailed off, voice low. His gaze fell down again and you got the answer you were searching for.

"Why? Why did you do that?" You whispered but he didn't answer.

"Can anyone explain what's happening?" Simon said, dramatically waving his hand in front of your face.

You sighed, "Harrison messaged you and deleted them."

Simon almost chuckled but instantly stopped himself when you glared at him.

"I-I didn't mean to laugh. I was just shocked why you trusted him. Y/n, he's Harrison the same person who just loves to hurt you, the party, those messages. You are just too naïve but you need to really understand that he hates you---"

"I don't ha---"

The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. Vibrations of pain started at your palm. It was all happening way faster than you could ever think of. You gazed at your bright red palm that resembled the redness on Harrison's cheek. You had slapped Harrison Osterfield and you didn't feel any kind of remorse.

Harrison stared at you with his eyes wide as his hand slowly made his way to touch the stinging sensation on his face.

"I hate you Harrison Osterfield. I hate you so much!" Your voice was almost like a whisper but still sounded venomous. Harrison glanced at you and then at Simon, who gave him a teasing pout. Yeah, you did right. He had already done enough. He didn't utter a single word and left the room. All confusions clear, nothing holding any of you together.

(TBC)

A/N: Oof

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Published on: 25 Aug'19