Catching Red Eyes - NYC

Chapter 8

The next 48 hours were spent getting myself back to a normal sleeping schedule. My professors excused me from my Monday classes on Marc’s recommendation due to jet lag. Monday night, I finally came out of my bedroom to find Laurie sprawled out on our couch with her headphones in and her computer on her lap. I waved my hands in front of her face so I didn’t startle her.

“You’re alive!! How was it??”

“It was fine.”

“Details.”

“Well, it was different. I just sort of watched the interview.”

“And…who was it?! Was it anyone cool this time? You always interview lame people.”

“No, we don’t, we interview A-list celebrities. Well, they interview them and it was Harry Styles…”

“Oh my God, that lame dude from that shitty boy band??”

“Laurie!”

“What? I would have told him his music sucked and left.”

“Which is why I have this job and you don’t.”

“Whateve. So did you fuck him?? I heard that kid has a reputation.”

“Laurie, seriously!! What is wrong with you?”, I hoped I was convincing enough to not let her see me blushing.

“Well, I’m just saying. You forgot how hot you are sometimes, Row, especially to man whores.”

“I didn’t…do that with him, I hardly talked to him.”

“Don’t let the freshman find out you know Harry Styles. Those girls are crazy and will say you fucked him and want details.”

“I am getting something to eat and going back to sleep. Goodnight, Laurie.”

“Night, Mrs. Styles.”

After eating, trying to read my Lit book for about two hours and checking school emails, I switched off my light and closed my eyes.

His hands were on my hips. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. His lips were on my neck and I could feel his warm breathe spilling onto my chest. I moved my hands to his chest and then to his arms and then to his face, never taking my eyes from his. His long fingers dug into my hips as he squeezed them against his own.

“Rowan, I need you.”

I threw my head back and moaned to the ceiling as he buried his face into my chest. Somehow, somewhere we were horizontal on a soft, white bed. He was on top of me and I could feel him moving against me. His mouth was moving down my chest, then onto my stomach, making small nips here and there. His hands were pulling off the jeans I had on and I pulled his shirt over his head, reveling his stomach and chest and his numerous tattoos. He dipped his head back down to my legs and his mouth was inches away from my me. I felt his breath on me, warming me.

“Rowan…let me f-“

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

My eyes shot open. I groaned. I just needed one more minute. I switched off my alarm and squeezed my eyes shut praying my brain didn’t recognize that I had woken up. It didn’t work. The splendid dream was over and I was back in reality with my Tuesday classes waiting for me.