It's been a few hours since Harry left. We finished watching the movies and ate half of the pizza. I can honestly say that being alone in my apartment after watching two horror movies was freaking me out. Every small movement would make me flinch or jump. I mumble profanities as my eyes catch the wind blowing my curtain. I clutch my chest in an attempt to calm my heart and let out a low chuckle as I realize how silly I seem. I swipe my phone off the dining room table and lay down on the sofa.

18:30 PM To Harry- There's no way I'm ever watching scary movies again!

I press send and let the phone fall to my chest. My eyes flutter as fatigue consumes my body. I hadn't realized how tired I was. Last night's partying certainly took a toll on me. A sudden crash causes me to bolt upright with my eyes almost bulging out of my eye sockets. I slowly turn my head to where the sound came from and let out a relieved breath. Suddenly irritation courses through my veins at my irrational thinking. It was just a damn movie Ashley. I frown and get up to pick up the candle the curtain knocked over. I gently close the window. A shiver runs down my spine as the cold air brushes against my skin. I vigorously wipe my arms as I pick up my phone from the sofa. It practically went flying when I shot up from my lying position. I smile when I notice the text message notification on my phone. I realize I have two message. I furrow my brows and unlock my phone. A frown settles on my face as one message is from my brother. I sigh and decide to read it.

18:35 PM From Stephen- I'm sorry for how things ended between us Ash, but you can't ignore us forever.

I frown as I remember the way my brother treated me before I decided to leave. Anger fills me and I grit my teeth.

"Watch me." I mumble and delete the message before moving onto the message from Harry.

18:37 PM From Harry- Yeah, I figured. You ducked behind my shoulder most of the time.

I wipe a hand over my face as a blush creeps onto it.

18:40 PM To Harry- I was admiring your back!

I lamely defend myself and walk toward my bedroom. The sun had already begun to go down but it was still fairly bright outside so I did not need to turn on any lights. It wasn't that bright that it wasn't dark-ish inside though. I hastily enter my bedroom and turn on the bedside light. I blow out a breath of air as I lazily walk over to my bathroom to take a shower. Halfway into the first movie I excused myself to dress into comfier clothes, but I had yet to shower. I halfheartedly strip down and get into the shower, not really in the mood for anything. My fatigue had returned in full force as soon as I entered my bedroom. I open the water and hiss as the cold water hits my skin. I dodge the water and dip my toes into the stream to make sure the water turns warm. I hate that the water can't always be instantly warm. As soon as I set the water temperature the way I like it I step into the stream and feel the hot water instantly work at my tense muscles. I relax and lean back into the wall, allowing my mind to drift. Images of Harry's face cloud my mind as I think about today. He laughed countless times at the way I reacted toward the movies. A few times I would scream and cover my face and Harry would just rub my back while he lets out a small chuckle. I smile as I remember the few times that he too cringed at shut his eyes. I yawn and figure that I should finish up before falling asleep in the shower. I open my eyes with some difficulty and have to blink a few times to clear the haze. I definitely should go to bed. A rush of excitement courses through my veins as I remember that I start y first day of actual work tomorrow. I rush to finish my shower and hastily dry myself before stepping into some clean underwear and pulling my comfortable short and T-shirt back on. I drag myself to my bed, my previous excitement slacking as my body's energy starts to vanish. I jump on my bed, picking up my phone and checking my messages.

18:45 PM From Harry- Sure you were

I smile at his text and decide to send one last text to him before sleeping.

19:22 PM To Harry- I know its early, but I'm going to bed- first day of work tomorrow! Sleep well and thanks for today.

I set down my phone on the bedside table before ducking underneath the bed covers. I turn to switch of the bedside lamp, but hesitate as my fingers brush against the switch. I shake my head and subconsciously scowl at my childish behavior before turning of the light. Darkness envelopes me as I lay back into my pillow. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. In seconds I feel myself slowly drifting off before falling into a deep slumber.

***

"Rebecca, hi!" I gush as I reach her counter.

She doesn't look up from her computer right away, but gives me a quick glance and raises her finger to indicate she'll be done in a minute. I nod and glance around. The reception area is very bland, plain black and white interior. I sigh and turn back to Rebecca who is vigorously typing on her computer. I raise my brows, impressed by her typing skills.

"Hi.' She gives me a tight smile when she finishes, not waiting for my reply as she gets up and picks up a folder.

"Here" She hands me the folder. I frown at her in confusion and open the folder, a few blank papers inside.

"They're all blank?" I mumble, confused.

"You need to right me a short essay about anything. I won't give you a topic, that way I can judge your imagination. I need to know how proficient you are before I can teach you. I don't want to waste time on something you can already do. That way we can focus on something else. "She explains and I nod.

"You don't need to use all the papers, but they're there for you so that you can print your essay when you're finished. Follow me." She says and walks from the desk toward one of the doors beside the elevator. When she opens it a small office comes into my view.

"You'll do that here, let me know when you're done." She gestures for me to go inside.

"Wait," I stop her when she turns around.

"Shouldn't I just be editing documents?" I question, anxiety building inside me as I try to think of something to write.

"Yes, initially you were supposed to be an editor, but one of our writers resigned and now we need to fill the position. If I think you're not competent for the position I will have Jake reassign you back into the position you applied for." She shrugs and turns, leaving me to ponder about what just happened.

I draw a shaky breath and take a seat at the desk. I glance at the computer and frown. What will I write about? I hesitantly turn on the computer and rack my brain for some ideas. I open the folder and take out one blank paper. I glance around the office for a pen and am happy to find all the basic supplies in one of the drawers. I reach for a black pen and slowly start jotting down ideas for the story I should write. A hour passes and I still don't have a solid idea. I groan in frustration and run my hand through my hair. Obviously I would prefer to be a writer rather than an editor. Not only would I get to write, but I'll get to write my own things and publish them. I rest my head in the palm of my hand and take a deep breath. Sudden inspiration hits me and I can't believe it took me this long to get the idea. I smile in triumph as my hand hover over the keyboard. I decide to write about Harry and I. I change the story somewhat and add in details that didn't really happen. I write about how they secretly fall in love with each other but don't want to tell each other.

After hours of writing and pouring my heart into the story, I end the story happily like any movie would play out and sigh in relief. I swiftly scan through the story I just wrote and gasp when I take a look at the time. It's just past three and I should have left already. I take note of the amount of words I've written and widen my eyes slightly. I can't believe I actually just wrote a story. I quickly add a front page with the title and my name on before printing the document. After all the papers are printed I hastily insert them into the folder which Rebecca gave me. I pick up my purse and clean the table before making my way to Rebecca to give her the folder. She notices me approaching her and glances at her watch.

"You should have left by now." She mumbles and gives me a confused look.

"I know." I breathe and hand her the folder.

"You finished?" She raises her eyebrows in surprise as she slowly flips through my short story.

"Yes." I mumble and wipe a hand across my face.

"Well you had until Friday to finish it, but I realize now that I forgot to tell you. Do you need more time?" She questions warily.

"No its fine. I'll see you tomorrow then?" I shrug and give her a smile.

"Sure. I'll have a look at this tonight." My stomach flips at her words, but I don't let any emotion say as I nod and walk away.

Hopefully those three years I spent studying writing and journalism paid off. I do believe my writing skills are good enough for me to become a writer. I take a steadying breath as I exit the building. Honestly I don't care what she thinks about what I wrote. I did my best and even if they don't want me as a writer I can still be an editor. I frown as I realize that I didn't even know that this firm does their own writing as well. I knew they were a editing and publishing firm, but not that they did writing as well. I glance up at the building. Global editing and publishing, what an odd name to be honest. I shrug and make my way down the street. I walk a few blocks before I am able to hail a taxi. The drive home was agonizing, with each minute passing I could feel the tension in my stomach growing. Of course I wanted Rebecca to like what I wrote so the fear of failing was pressing down on me. A sudden buzz of my phone pulls me out of my rambling thoughts. I pull my phone out of my pocket and unlock it to read the message I received.

15:26 PM From Unknown- Hi, I just wanted to apologize for being an ass the other night.

I frown and read the message again. Who the hell would this be? A slight suspicion that it might be Tom rises at the back of my mind, but there's no way I could be sure. Even though he was the only one of Harry's friends to be out of place, I couldn't just assume that it was him.

15:27 PM To Unknown- I'm sorry but who is this?

I pay the taxi driver as we stop at my place. I stretch my limbs as I exit the car. I feel a slight headache building up from all the focusing I had to do today. I search my purse for my keys and quickly unlock my door. The buzzing from my phone spikes my curiosity causing me to stand completely still and checking the message first,

15:29 PM From Unknown- It's Tom, I swiped your number from Harry's phone.

I roll my eyes as I read the text. My suspicion is confirmed and I can't help but feel irritated. Why would he even want to text me at all? I lock my phone again, not even bothering to reply to the message, as I make my way toward the kitchen. I take out some chicken nuggets from the fridge and put on the oven to heat while I dress into comfier clothes. I set down my purse and my phone on the table counter and make m way to my bedroom to rid myself of my heels and tight jean. Relief fills my feet as I unclasp the gnawing straps of my heels. I silently rub my feet to ease the throbbing. Why do women wear heels? They're so damn uncomfortable. I scold myself for buying the heels in the first place, even though I'll most probably wear them again. I push myself off the bed and unzip my dark blue skinny jean to undress. As soon as my jean falls to the floor I pull the dark green blouse I have on over my head. The cool air brushes against my skin but for once I embrace its touch. I bite my lip as I scan through my clothes for something comfortable to wear. I pull out some gray sweats with a black tank top and quickly dress myself. My stomach grumbles and cramps causing my face to twist in discomfort. I should probably go make some food.

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