Kit Harington One Shots

Inspiration

The last time she was in that car was four and a half years ago before she moved cross country to attend Brown University. Meghan never came back for holidays, her mom never asked her to. Instead she stayed on campus, or went home with friends. The night before she went off to college, her mom was off doing her usual thing hopping bars to find a guy to bring home which meant Meghan needed a ride to the airport. The only person she could think to ask was her neighbor Kit. Living directly beneath her, Kit had always been friendly unlike his girlfriend Sara. The last time they were in a car together, she’d crossed a line she knew probably wasn’t the best. A kiss led to an awkward departure, and an even more awkward reunion.

“Me too.”

Stopping outside his door, Meghan sat his bag of groceries on his mat before reaching for her basket.

“I’m meeting up some friends later” she smiled as she watched him unlock the door. “Having a little reunion. You can tag along if you want, maybe get a few drinks. You seem a little…tense.”

Taking in her hopeful look, Kit found himself wanting to say yes but shook his head.

“I’m fine.”

“Come on Kit” she pouted “Don’t tell me you’re still a hard ass.”

“I’m not” he chuckled. “I just have a deadline to meet.”

“Alright” shrugging off the wall, Meghan gave him one last smile before turning to start up the steps. “I’m leaving at ten if you change your mind.”

Removing his glasses from his nose, Kit sat them aside before leaning back in his chair and letting out a deep breath. He’d been working for nearly seven hours straight, typing, highlighting then deleting and starting over again. He knew he had a deadline to meet, and he told his editor he’d meet it but the way things were going he might not keep his promise.

“What you have is good Kit” Jake, his editor, had sighed three weeks earlier after finishing his latest manuscript. “But it’s not great man. You and I both know you can do way better than this.”

He was right, and Kit knew it, but that didn’t mean he’d managed to prove it yet. But they both knew why. The world had high expectations for his next project. His first novel had done better than he’d expected, which meant that everyone was expecting his next to just be as great. If not better. Problem was, he couldn’t make it great, and the thought of getting up and just crashing on the sofa was looking like a better idea with each second that passed.

Just as he made a move to shut his laptop a knock came at the door causing him to glance at the time. It was nearly four in the morning, the list of people who would even show up at this time nearly non-existent. Getting up he crossed the room before unlocking the door and pulling it open to find Meghan standing in front of him.

She had let her hair down, the fact she was still dressed in the outfit he saw her leave in through his window earlier letting him know she had just made it back to the complex; though she didn’t seem as though she’d had too much to drink.