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It Was Just a Night at the Bar

Chapter 8

Jacey's POV:

I walked back into my apartment holding multiple bags and closing the door behind me. After I set all the bags down I made sure to lock the only entrance.
"Felix!" I called out. Soon enough, the little Siamese cat was by my feet purring. I grabbed the litter box I had bought and put it over in the bathroom in the corner, next to the sink. Then I put a bowl in the kitchen off to the side and filled it with tuna before walking into my to put my new shoes in the closet.
When I came back I out I started to unpack all the food from the market into the fridge and cabinets. It was around seven o'clock and I felt my stomach growl lowly.
"What to get, what to get." I said under my breath as I paced around the kitchen. "Chinese delivery!" I finally said, and grabbed the landline off the wall.
"Hello! Golden Dragon- how may I help you?" the American voice said on the other line.
"Hi. I'd like an order for delivery." I started. "General Tso's chicken, steamed dumplings, tempura roll, rice," I thought for a second and looked down at Felix and smiled "And a fresh bass."
After I hung up I stretched and walked over to my bedroom. I walked to my bed and grabbed my phone from it.
"Please answer me." from Harry, about twenty minutes ago.
"We need to talk." from Harry ten minutes ago.
"Please give me a call." from Harry five minutes ago.
And then a single voicemail. I rang up my voicemail and groaned, expecting to hear his voice, begging to see me, but instead, it was my boss's.
"Hi Jacey. I'm very sorry to inform you, but due to budget cuts, we've had to let some employees go. I've put a good recommendation on your résumé. I wish you the best of luck." the line then went dead. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I had just lost my only job. My only form of income. I was going to end up homeless, or dead. I started to cry uncontrollably.
Just then my phone began to ring, I hoed it was the pub, calling to say they made a mistake, but instead, it was Harry.
"H-hello?" I choked out.
"Um. Hi Jacey. I was close to your apartment and was wondering if-- are you crying?" he asked.
"Yes I'm crying. What do you want?" I said agitated.
"Do you want me to come up?" he asked, his voice in that sweet tone it did when he showed his other side.
"Sure, I don't c-care." I stuttered.
"I'll be up in a minute." he said before hanging up.
I slowly trudged my way over to the couch and grabbed the soft knitted blanket and wrapped myself in it completely. I felt my tears run down my cheeks and drink onto my chest. I had never felt so useless. It would be the hardest thing in the world to find a new job in this economy and I had no family to fall back on in financial problems like these. I had worked in that pub for two fucking years and Lauren thinks its fine to cut me off out of all the idiots that work there. Why did I tell Harry he could come up? What's that going to do? I'm still upset he lied about me being more than a one night stand. Now he was going to see me in my most vulnerable state.
Ten minutes passed of me crying into the blanket, Felix son mu stomach trying to get me to cheer up. He soft fur and body heat soothed me more than the blanket alone. I heard an urgent knocking on the door. I slowly got up and opened the door.
There, Harry stood, a look of total regret shown on his face. He walked in and closed the door. Neither one of us spoke. We just stood there looking at each other for a moment. Before I could say anything, he quickly embraced me I'm a tight hug. His strong arms were wrapped around my waist, pulling me as close to him as I could possibly be.
"I didn't mean to do this to you." he whispered. Wait. He thought I was crying over him? But he was sorry for what he did too... All he did was act different around me and his friends. I guess I could forgive him for that. But he made me feel special by saying I wasn't just another girl.
"You told me on the night we slept together, that I wasn't just another girl at the bar." I said, my voice hoarse from crying.
"Jacey, you know you're not." he said looking down at me. "Louis is stupid and shouldn't have had my phone in the first place."
"How can I know I'm not just another girl, Harry, huh?" I asked with a sniffle at the end.
"Because, I came because I wanted to ask you on a date." he said, stroking my hair with his large hands.
My eyes widened at his notion. From my impression of Harry, he was only used to sleeping with girls and disposing of them just as easily as a condom. "You want me to be your girlfriend?" I asked him, looking down at my feet.
"Yes." he said, putting his hand under my chin, bringing it up so I was looking at him. "I wanted to prove to you I cared." he said.
All I wanted to do was kiss him. I didn't get to remember to the first night I spent with him completely. I deserved to. I just lost a job and deserved a pick-me-up. Harry didn't need to know about my job loss. It was irrelevant at the moment. All that mattered were his pink lips that I could so vaguely remember the taste of.
I then decided, after moments of pure silence and constant glances at his lips that I knew what I was going to do. I leaned in towards him. The moment our lips pressed, I let go of all my stresses and worries, all that mattered right now was Harry and I.
His lips were soft against mine. I felt his tongue swipe across my bottom lip, asking for entrance, I slowly opened my mouth to a small gateway for him. When our tongues touched, I felt a tingle in my stomach become a warmth between my legs.