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May POV

My body wakes me up at 8. I huff tiredly and roll out of bed.

I open the door and smell pancakes making my stomach grumble. I slowly walk to the kitchen and see Harry cooking.

I don't remember him making pancakes since months ago. His eyes look to me and he smiles gently. "I uh figured before your internship you can have breakfast." I bite my lip and cross my arms over my body. "I grabbed your clothes out of your car as well, I didn't see you come in yesterday with bags so I got them while you were sleeping."

I don't say anything. I just nod. "You can eat first or take a shower, towels are already in there."

I remain silent. I walk to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I feel like if I speak I'll break down crying.

***

When I leave the bedroom, dressed, and with all my stuff I see Harry leaning against the kitchen wall scrolling through his phone. He locks it when he notices my presence. "Your uh breakfast is on the counter." I nod and walk over to the counter. He follows behind me like a little lost puppy.

I sit down and glance to the clock. It's 8:45, I have time.

Harry sits beside me and I glance to him. "I'm sorry." He repeats. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

I release a deep breath. "I want to eat my breakfast and enjoy my morning without talking about last night, okay?" He nods hesitantly.

"I love you, I'm sorry." He squeezes my hand tightly and slips out of the chair beside me. My eyes follow him as he walks away and heads to the bathroom.

***

"Good morning May." One of my bosses greats with a familiar smile.

"Morning, Mr. Wilson." I smile gently. "Is there anything I have to do this morning?" I ask.

"Yes, actually we're having a meeting with all the interns if you'd want to wait in the conference room." I nod and walk over to the room.

I step in and see people's eyes burn on me. The interns here call me a "kiss up" because I offer to help a lot. They don't like me much I assume.

"Everyone take a seat." Our head boss, Frank says. He's mid thirty and has a little beard. I sit down. "As you're all aware of, your internship is coming to an end. And we are only keep one of you." I bite my lip. Everyone knows it will be Carly that stays.

"And we want to test all of you to your best abilities. We have our six publishers and or editors here right now. You will be pared with one and they will give you an assignment. Nicole you're with Hank, Carly you're with Carmen. May you're with Matt..." I look to Matt who's talking with Carmen.

After he tells the other people their "mentors" I head to mine. "Follow me." Matt says under his breath.

He was probably last pick and was stuck with me.

I sit in one of his chairs in his office and bite my lower lip. "Now," Matt sits down in front of me in his chair. His hands rest on his office desk. Matt has brownish-blondish hair and light brown eyes that look hazel. He's early thirties I assume. "What are your plans after this internship?"

"Uh, if I'm not the intern that gets picked I'll apply for another internship in a different building." I say, my voice soft.

"You're quiet," he pauses. "I don't like quiet. I like someone who can speak their mind and get into debates. Are you that type of writer, May?"

"I uh, don't really like to speak a-a lot." I say. Matt nods.

"Do you like journalism?" He asks.

"Yeah, I haven't had a lot of experience with it but I like it."

"But you don't love it?"

"I have a problem with telling a story I'm supposed to write and giving my opinion on the matter."

"Just what I thought." A smile curves on his lips. "I want you to write a book."

My eyes widen.

"A book?" I ask.

"Yes, a book. I want characters that make people want to cry and die. I want a story line that is original and will make people go crazy. I want a major plot twist that people would never expect. If you nail this, you'll for sure get the position here. Hell your book might even be published." The air leaves my lungs and I can't even speak.

"How long does the book have to be?" I ask.

"How ever long you feel is best." Matt smiles gently. "It's due in a month, I expect you to email me weekly chapters twice a week. I will correct what needs to be corrected. If I don't email back, it's either it's good, or it's shit and you have no chance on staying." I gulp.

"O-okay." I stammer.

"Don't give me a romance that every 12 year old wants, give me something that May Evans knows and loves. Make it personal, yeah?" I nod.

"Great. Now, go home and brain storm, start thinking. Tomorrow, you'll start writing in here." I nod and stand up.

What the fuck am I going to write a book about?

***

I get to the apartment around two. I grabbed lunch and did some of my bills. Like my car, phone, etc. It's lovely how I can do it all on my phone.

I open the door and hear the TV is on lowly. I slip off my shoes that make a lot of noise and see Harry asleep on the couch.

His head is in the cushion and his arms are crossed loosely.

I go to the couch next to him and grab the blanket. I cover him with a blanket and tuck his sides. I gently kiss his forehead and let out a deep breath.

I turn off the television and look around the flat to occupy myself. Usually I'd do chores but there isn't any.

Harry's phone beeps, which catches my attention. I glance down at the IPhone screen and it's an email and a text message from someone named Tim and Ed.

The screen soon goes black and I pick at my lower lip.

***

Around six I hear the couch move and I look from the kitchen and see Harry sit up frantically. He rummages around the couch to look for his phone. Soon he mutters 'fuck' and falls back. I stir my tea and just watch him.

Harry soon gets up from the couch and walks over to the kitchen. My eyes just stare at him. His hair is messed up but it looks cute. "What time did you get back?"

"Two." I answer plainly. I sip my tea and scrunch my noise at how it's still bitter. I add a little more creamer and stir it around in my red mug.

"Are we going to ignore each other?" His voice is low. My eyes glare up at him and he bites his lower lip.

"Are you cheating on me?" His green eyes widen and he automatically speaks.

"Fuck no!" His voice raises. "Why the hell would you think that? Why would I do that?"

"I don't know, you tell me." I sip my hot drink.

"I'm not cheating on you May."

"Let me look through your phone then." Harry hands it to me. "What's the password?" I ask.

"1,0,0,1." He never changed his password. Good to know.

I look through his text messages. The only messages that are female are mine, Gemma's and Sadie's.

I close out of his messages and look to his photos. They're mostly screenshots of emails, and computer screens. There are a few of us and me that makes my heart pinch. One that catches my eye is an ultra sound photo and at the bottom it says It's a girl. My heart pounds and I keep scrolling.

I checked his messages.

Emails.

Instagram Dm's.

Twitter Dm's.

Facebook messages.

Recent calls/voice mails.

And photos.

I can cross of my list that he's not cheating on me. I hand back his phone. Harry just puts it on the counter and looks at me.

I sip my tea and stare back.

Soon, I just walk back to the bedroom and close the door behind me.

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