Bereft (h.s)

11. Whatever you want baby.

CHAPTER 11

Alycia's Pov.

I sat on my bed watching reruns of Friends as I ate my ramen that Sierra and I ordered. She just left but I wasn't hungry when the food arrived so I just waited.

Harry left this morning and I haven't heard from him since. I didn't expect to though so i'm
not disappointed.

I called Sierra to come over a few hours after Harry left and I had calmed down from my breakdown. I didn't want to be alone with the fear of Dylan maybe having been in here.

The weird thing was, I saw the same man with the camera in his hand that I saw last night when I was leaving to meet Harry outside. I saw him again today in the hall when our food was being delivered. He gives me very creepy vibes. I've never seen him before and suddenly i've seen him two days in a row and he always has a camera. So weird.

My phone rang and snapped me out of my thoughts.

Harry's name popped up on the screen and I braced myself before answering.

I promised myself that him and I will strictly be working friends. Song writing friends. That's it. I can't drag him into my fucked up life because of Dylan.

"Hi Harold." I answered, knowing that's not his name and it kinda annoys him.

"Hi Alycia...are you busy?"

No. No plans. I can't go. I can't do anything with him. I have to stick to what I promised myself.

"Uhm...not exactly." I said as I tried to think of something to say. His voice seemed off so I was thinking this wasn't a call of 'let's go do something spontaneous'.

"So you're not busy?" He questioned. "Uhm, no."

Damn it Alycia.

"I know this is strange but...would you stay with me tonight?"

Wait...what? What in the fuck?

"Uhm I mean I- wait, what's wrong? Why? Did something happened?"

Suddenly I was worried about him and that maybe something happened. Something with Dylan maybe.

"Nothing happened. I just...if you're comfortable with it, I would really like for you to stay at my house tonight. I don't really have a reason...I just would rather you be here tonight. I'll even sleep in the guest room if that makes you more comfortable and you can have mine. Or you can have the guest room. Whatever you want. Only if you're comfortable staying though."

Something is up. I can tell. He seems off. His voice. Something is wrong and I can tell. Fuck, it makes me wanna stay with him. I don't want something to be wrong and I don't go. Fuck i'm so conflicted. I wanna keep him safe but if I don't go i'm afraid something will go wrong.

A knock on my front door interrupted my thoughts.

"Uhm, hold on someone's knocking at my door. One second." I said as I got up and headed to the front door.

Who the fuck is here? Suddenly I got scared that it was Dylan.

I don't have a peep hole either which is weird as fuck.

I slowly opened the front door and was met with messy hair and green eyes.

"Harry?" "Please." He said, referring to me staying with him.

He looked okay. He didn't sound it, but he looked it.

I nodded and took the phone away from my ear.