Jessica's POV
We locked the house and got in the car to go to Tom's. We've barely spoken a word to each other since the argument. I checked my phone to see a new text from Eric. Eric was my ex-boyfriend in high school back in the states. He was your tall, muscular, brown haired green eyed piece of cake. He's actually much taller than Harry, which is pretty tall. We've been back in the loop, flirting back and forth, asking about the life changes here and there. He goes to college in Michigan, and wants to become a doctor. When I see how far my old friends have come along, becoming doctors, lawyers, pharmacists, and dentists, I look at myself in shame. I should be like them, but no, instead I work at Bloomingdales as a sales associate, mostly living off her boyfriend's fame and expense. I do have money to contribute to the house and apartment, but you think mr.multibilliondollar Harry will let me? He tells me to keep it for a rainy day, which I do. I will never make as much as he does, but I'm not completely broke either. I have a good $365,000 in my bank account, you know, never knowing when you'll need it kind of a thing. I did pay for half the house with Harry, so if and when things go wrong hopefully it wont, he won't be able to kick me out, or vice versa. My phone buzzed once again with a text from Eric: Some of us are coming by you soon...nervous to see me? ;) That means...he's coming to London...where he'll meet me again...and Harry...and still look beautiful....and I don't know why the hell I'm rambling, but I've never been so happy to hear that Eric is coming to London.
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