Between the Lines

Chapter 3

"I don't understand how you put up with her." She mumbles to Sutton, who sighs in response.

After a moment of silence, Sarah speaks up.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" She looks at Sutton curiously.

"I-Honestly I don't care, make something up, anything to get me out of it. " Sutton says, her eyes pleading. Sarah nods, and they both turn to the door.

"Okay, I think they are leaving soon." Sutton tells her.

When they hear the girls start to pull their coats on and disperse from the kitchen, Sutton and Sarah leave the room, and walk out to the kitchen.

"I need to go back to my office and grab some work, so Sutton is going to drive me." Sarah says coldly, and Sutton wants to slap her own forehead for the pathetic excuse. Maddy begins to laugh.

"I'm pretty sure you're capable of driving yourself." She says, and Sarah shakes her head.

"I had a few drinks, she has to drive me." Sarah says vaguely.

"Sutton has been planning on going out for a while, just get a cab and stop bitching." Maddy says harshly, then looks to Sutton. "Come on love, were leaving." She says.

"Um," Sutton sighs, looking at Sarah then back to Maddy. "Look Mads, I know you spent a bunch of time on me tonight, but I'm just really not in the mood. I'd rather help Sarah out." She said, thinking that honesty was the best way out of this.

She wants to add that Maddy's friends scared the living shit out of her and she wants to rip the dress she was currently wearing off her body, but decides against it. Sutton could feel all the eyes on her and Maddy, and she feels the heat rise to her cheeks.

"You've got to be kidding me." She responds, looking back to her friends.

"I'm sorry. You all know you will have more fun without me, just go. I'll be-" Sutton starts to say, but Maddy is quick to interrupt her.

"How are we even supposed to hang out if you never fucking leave the flat? Leaving once and a while for work, which is at a library, doesn't count. " She raises her voice, her accent making her tone more threatening. Sutton's eyes go wide. "I'm trying to help you, and get you out of the house but your so damn persistent you can't even wear a cute dress like that without pulling it down every five seconds!" She continues, stepping towards Sutton. Maddy's friends started to gather outside, the door was still open but they stood in the hall anyway. Sarah went back to her room, probably having seen and participated in enough arguments with Maddy to last a life-time.

"It's not my fault I actually respect myself and I don't like to sleep with a different guy every week!" Sutton yells back, finally finding her voice. "Just because I don't want to go out all the time doesn't make me 'boring'!" She yells again, and Maddy closes her perfectly shadowed eyes in frustration.

"Whatever Sutton, at least I enjoy myself." She puffs, obviously offended by Sutton's comment. "I don't know what's happened to you, I know you have been through a lot with Jack and everything, but Sut that was a long time ago. I don't know where this weird, prude girl came from, but when the fun Sutton comes back, let me know because I don't want to have anything to do with this one."

With that, Maddy turns on her heel and stomps out of the flat, slamming the door behind her, leaving Sutton in the middle of the living room with a dress that is riding up her ass and a pair of green-blue eyes that begin to fill with tears.

She walks to her room, and slams the door shut. She tears the disgusting dress off of her body, and pulls on a pair of leggings on, and slips sweater over her head. She bends down to grab the pair of moccasins at her door, and slips those on her feet as well.

She refuses to cry over someone like Maddy, it simply isn't worth her time.

After pacing around the flat, and wiping the ridiculous amount of make-up off her face, she almost knocks of Sarah's door to get some kind of advice, but decides against it. Instead, she grabs her car keys and leaves the flat.

How dare her, bringing up jack, she thinks to herself.

Sutton almost feels bad for herself as she finds that she is driving to the library, and doesn't even realize it until she is in the turn lane. Maybe Maddy was right, she has been spending all her nights in a closed book store instead of going out with friends like a normal twenty-four year old should.

She pulls her car into the closest spot to the door, grabs the master key and goes inside. For some reason the smell of the old books is like this new drug to her, and the second the scent filled her nose she sighs and feels a wave of calmness take over her.

Sutton wonders if she is going to come here every night for however long she stays in London. A long time, she assumes. Ever since she got the job a week and a half ago, she has come here almost every night, and if she was honest with herself she really didn't want that to change.

When Sutton settles down, she lets her emotions go. She only feels comfortable letting the slow tears run down her cheeks because she knows that she is alone. She knows it's healthy to cry and let out all of the problems she has had to deal with.

What she really doesn't like about crying, is that after a while you begin to feel bad for yourself. She hates getting to that point because she hates self-pity, so after a while she gets up from the check out counter and roams the now very familiar rows of books.

She walks through the isles, finding the section with all old and untouched books. Sutton enjoys reading novels that were written decades ago, it fascinated her for some reason, to know that there was a whole other way of life hundreds of years ago.

She grabs a random book from the shelf, something she did every night she came here, and discovered a very short book she had never read before.

Sutton preoccupies the table that she usually does, and uses her phone as a light source as she begins to read. The book is short, so Sutton hopes to finish the whole thing tonight. So far, it's about a girl named Sally, who presumably lived in the 1800's by the way the author described the character's surroundings. Sutton begins to read about how she meets a boy named John, who Sally instantly fell for. But, as all stories go, there was a large problem that kept the two apart. Their different religious beliefs made their families rivals, and as Sutton kept reading, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Sally, and the continues hardships she is put through.

Two hours later and twenty-one chapters into the surprisingly interesting novel, Sutton hears the jingling noise of a key in a lock. She looks at the door expectantly, and when it opens, nerves run through her as she spots a big mop of curls in the door way, and a near empty bottle of bourbon in his hand.

A/N:

Ohhh god drunk Harry is my favorite. Please let me know what you think of this? I will probably continue with this story, I really enjoy writing it.

Also, is the third person perspective confusing? I kind of like it, because you can get the characters feelings with out changing POVs, so let me know?

Thanks for reading! And comment/vote if you can xoxo