Six
If you're confused with the "flashbacks and stuff I'll explain :p
May POV = present time
May POV (3/4/2/1 year(s) ago) = flashback into 'my everything' apartment time thing
i hope that helps ya
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6
May POV
I sit at the dining room table sipping my tea. I look through a magazine as well. It's a boring magazine but it's better than worrying about Harry and what's wrong with him.
I should be brain storming for the book I have to write, but I'm a lazy piece of garbage that procrastinates.
Harry walks down from the hallway adjusting his suit. His tie is a light green that matches his eyes. "Got a minute?" He asks.
"What's up?" I ask. My eyes on the magazine.
"I gotta go to California for a week, next month." I look up at him with confusion. California?
"Why?" I bite my lip.
"I got meetings with CEO's down there." His fingers run through his curls. "I wanted to give you a heads up." That's a first.
"That's after Ronnie's wedding right?"
"Yep." I nod and feel a knot twist in my stomach.
The last time I've been a week away from him was when we tried long distance in high school. Even if now we're not on good terms I still don't like the thought of not seeing him for a week straight.
"Oh, okay." I reply softly. Harry nods and fixes his black coat.
"I'll be home around 5 today." I nod and look back to my magazine. My insides are still tied up in that bad feeling.
***
My laptop is in front of me. My cursor blinks multiple times and my mind just circles around wondering.
What am I going to write about?
What do I know that's interesting?
Should it be inspired by other books I've read?
How do I even make people like my characters?
How do I make them sad?
Original, plot twisty, emotional.
That's what I have to write about.
I bite my lower lip. Let me just start with a title. Maybe that will help.
For a title it needs to reflect the writing May.
I huff loudly and lean back in my chair. I run my fingers through my hair and bite my lower lip. My fingers slowly begin to type away on my keypad.
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"Where the fuck is it?" I mutter under my breath harshly. I start rummaging through my drawers to find my white shirt. It's soft and it's loose fitting on me. I remember putting it in the wash yesterday. I like that shirt too, which is unlikely. When I shop I mostly hate everything.
Maybe I mixed it up with Harry's white shirts?
I open his first drawer and all I see are white socks and shirts. I huff. I start to look around. I also feel around. My shirt is a softer cotton.
"Why are you looking through my stuff?" I hear Harry's voice comment beside me. I look at him and his eyes are dark. My hands fall to my sides.
"I'm-"
He closes the drawer roughly making me jerk. "You don't look through my shit, got it?"
"I was looking for something." I say sternly. "What the hell is in a sock and shirt drawer that is making you like this?"
"Like what?"
"A dick." I say harshly. I should say more of a dick anyways.
"I don't like people snooping through my stuff."
"I was trying to find my white shirt Harry. I thought I mixed it up with yours, sue me."
"You couldn't wait till I was here so I can find it for you?"
"What the hell is the difference? I'm not looking through your main drawers or your night stand."
"It's my things, not yours. You can't just look around without me knowing."
"Are you hiding something?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows.
"I'm-" Harry closes his mouth. "Don't do it again, got it?"
"Or what?" I ask curiously. His green eyes glare at me intensely making my blood boil. "I seriously don't understand the problem."
"Stop being snoopy. Don't looking through my shit."
"It was one time which was now! And I'm trying to find something that was mine, so get your head out of your ass."
He doesn't reply. He just stares at me. His eyes are scowling at me and they're dark. Harry doesn't reply, he just leaves the bedroom and roughly slams the door behind him making me jump slightly.
A://N
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