"Almost done?" Harry calls through the bathroom door, knocking lightly.
"Yes, just a minute," I call back and hear his footsteps retreat.
I rush to finish my makeup, double check that my bun is secured in place and tuck my red blouse into my pencil skirt. With one last look in the mirror, I leave the bathroom in a hurry.
"Sorry," I frown as I pull on my black pumps and coat.
"That's okay, I'm just glad I got up first or I may have never had a chance to even get in there," Harry teases, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. He holds open the door for me and I step through, waiting as he locks it behind him.
"I didn't take that long," I defend.
"Yeah, you did," he argues, a smirk plain on his face.
"I took just as long as you did." I roll my eyes as we come out in the lobby and make our way out into the busy street.
It's gloomy today, grey clouds overhead and a nip in the air. It feels like it might snow but I pray it doesn't.
"You're kidding right? Sharing a bathroom with you is literally the biggest pain," he chuckles, nudging me with his elbow. My stomach flutters but I ignore it. Being playful with Harry never fails to get my heart racing.
"At least I don't leave my stuff everywhere," I point out and he nods, finally agreeing with me.
It's been just over a week since I picked my stuff up from my mother's. That night was the lowest I have felt in a long time and I was afraid that it would stick. Thankfully it didn't and although it still bugs me that I left home on bad terms, I was able to put it behind me quickly. I haven't heard from my mom or my sister since, but I expected as much. I'm always the enemy when it comes to them. When I was younger it was always my dad who would stand up for me. I can't help but wish that he was here to defend me now, but God knows where he is.
Harry and I have been getting along to say the least. We've actually been quite friendly and I admit that I'm having a good time living at his place. I find myself smiling and laughing more the longer I am staying there, getting comfortable with having him around. I'm becoming more comfortable about talking about our past, which seems to happen a lot. Occasionally Harry will do something that brings back a bad memory but I've been trying my best to push them away. Sometimes he'll do something that makes my hear flutter and my stomach twist, but I push that away too.
All I want for now is a normal life — well, normal enough. I don't want anymore complications or distractions. The only thing I need to focus on is my job and doing well at Parker. I haven't even been letting Zayn distract me. I've decided that even if I did go out with him, it doesn't necessarily mean I want a relationship. It's been three years since my last, but I still don't feel ready.
"What's this?" I ask Zayn quietly when I walk over to our cluster of desks. There is a small card on my desk about the same size a credit card. It is black with bold silver print that says PARKER.
"Oh, that's your key for the break area outside," he smiles. He asked me out for lunch yesterday but I declined him, not wanting to take things to fast or give him the wrong idea. He hasn't been sour about it though which makes me feel at ease. He still offers me bright smiles that reach his light eyes and make them sparkle, and they always make me flush to say the least.
"I didn't think it needed a key..." I wonder. I've been out there plenty of times already without it.
"The key is for the side gate in case you want to come outside of office hours," he tells me. "I don't see why anyone would want to, though. It's really nothing special."
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(A Harry Styles AU) What if seeing each other again changed everything? Or then again, what if nothing changed? ... A toxics relationship is what she escaped from, but when Skylar Devin comes back home to New York after three years away in Los Ang...