Any Other Way // h.s

Ever Since

As I'm sitting in my comfy desk chair, I'm also trying to figure out where Andrew could be. I tap my fingers as I stare into my laptop screen, scrolling down through newspaper articles from the UK. I wish I kept what my private detective found and revealed to me. There's an immense chance that it was really Andrew at the airport. And I wasn't just saying it was or Kylie thinking I was crazy.

As I scroll down even more.. 2017, 2016, 2015.. 2014. There we go. I click on the year. I wonder if someone could actually hack into the system to find these types of things. I sigh as I receive a new message from Kylie. I glance at it, thinking if I should open it or not. I scroll a little bit more through the articles until I finally pick up my phone and check the text message.

Kylie: Are we still hanging out tonight? Omg I have so much to tell you.

Yes at 8? I text back as I settle my phone back down.

I haven't talked to Kylie in a while and it feels like we're growing apart with her endless rehearsals at her school's play, 'The Crucible' and a lot of my traveling. It's nice that we're finally going to catch up again. I can tell her about what happened in New York.

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A few days after I found out about Harry and Claire, I was invited back to the Teen Vogue floor at the Condé building since they wanted to ask me a few more questions and wanted to the add me in their YouTube channel as well.

I amble into the elevator, headphones in as my playlist begins. I press the button to the floor. Crossing my arms as I wait, I concentrate on the lyrics of the song and gape at the elevator door. Why is it that every time I'm here, it's always so vacant? It's so off since outside of this building, all you see is people everywhere, trying to get to their destination.

But here I am in the silence of this elevator. As I wait a bit more, the elevator doors open to the 12th floor and a petite woman with dark-red ash hair wearing a black pencil skirt and a blazer with a white top set and heels walk in with a man at least 5 inches taller, wearing casual business clothes as well. It's like they both decided to wear the same colors. I look to the floor we're on through the elevator door in boredom and watch as someone comes from a glass-windowed room.

I don't really pay attention except for the fact that he's wearing black ankle boots since I was concentrated in this song. He begins to speed over to my way and I glance at the elevator buttons. As I suddenly get distracted at the guy rushing over, I notice that it's Harry. The woman presses the button to the 35th floor. She probably didn't notice him. As the door is about to close, he charges towards it. "Wait!"

Please let the elevator close. Please.

Right when I thought I was safe, the man quickly tries to open the elevator door and he does it successfully as Harry walks in, breathing hoarsely. Just great. "Thank you man." He shakes his hand. I roll my eyes.

Harry takes a glance at me. I guess he's waiting for those two to leave the elevator. "Hey.. Kathryn." Keep in mind that my earphones are still in. It pisses me off when someone tries to talk to me with my earphones in. I stare at him blankly then back to the ground.

As the two finally get off, Harry crosses his arms at me. Making me take off one of my earbuds, "Yes?" "What did I do this time?" He asks, his eyes in a confused stare.

"Do you genuinely want to know?" "Yes. I want to know what I did wrong so I could fix it." "Well you can't fix a liar can you?" I take off my second earbud, stuffing it rapidly in my bag as the elevator door opens to Teen Vogue's floor.
I walk out, wanting to leave him there.