The Reporter

Chapter 10: Goodnight

After driving around all of New York for about half an hour Harry finally remembered where his house was and we pulled up in the parking garage underneath his apartment. I texted Danielle to tell her it was taking longer then expected.

When I opened the door Harry stumbled out and had to lean on me for balance. We walked to Harry's apartment. The door wasn't locked and I turned around to scold Harry, but realized he probably wouldn't remember anything in the morning. Harry's apartment was so cool, you could definitely tell a rich person lived here. Flat screen TVs in every room, expensive furniture and room decor, and off of his balcony was an amazing view of the New York City skyscrapers.

It seemed like this apartment was shared with one of the other boys because there were 2 used bedrooms. The boy was gone so that must have been that Harry was able to sneak into a club without anybody knowing.

I led Harry to his bedroom. Harry was trying to take his shirt off, but ended up getting himself tangled up in it. I laughed so hard that tears formed in my eyes.

"Help," said Harry. I walked over to him and helped him menuver his shirt off. I had to admit, it was pretty hard not to stare at his perfectly toned abs.

"Okay, what shirt are you wearing?" Harry just shook his head no, "No shirt. Got it."

So Harry's pajamas ended up being no shirt and black skinny jeans.

"Oh god, I don't feel good," Harry said grabbing his stomach. I pushed him into the bathroom just in time to get sick in the toilet. I winced and waited for him to finish and clean up before helping him into bed. I felt like a mother tucking Harry into bed.

I went to his kitchen and filled up a cup of water and took out two Advils from my purse. I walked back to Harry's room and put it on the counter for his hangover in the morning along with a note on a piece of lined paper that said call me if you need anything 973-919-3745-Chris

Thinking Harry was sleeping, I started to walk out of his room to leave. "I like you a lot, Chris," said Harry.

I turned around to face him, frozen in my spot. He continued, "You know, I always hate people that interview me because I can tell they only like me because I'm famous. I wonder if anybody would really care about me if I wasn't so popular. But with you, when you said that you didn't want to spend time with me, I liked it because I felt like you were being truthful with me. Sure, it did kind of hurt me when you insulted me, but I loved that you didn't care about my popularity. You only cared about my personality and I was being mean to you, so you were being mean back. I just want you to know that I'm not as mean as I seemed when we were eating together. And that I want to get to know you. So goodnight."

I watched him as he turned on his side and fell asleep. I couldn't believe he thought all of that about me. "Goodnight," I whispered back, though it was barely audible.