Abditory [H.S]

18

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Luella Jones

It has just hit me that I am actually going to Harry's place to do the project.

I've been standing in front of my closet for a while now, staring at nothing but clothes while they stare back.

I'm seriously going, aren't I?

I mean, he sent me the address, it could be a wrong one and then I'll end up getting murdered on the highway, that'd be a great excuse on why I didn't show up.

I told Fiona over lunch earlier, she offered to come with me - but I know she can't and she'll just have to wait until I'm done to know if I survived or not.

She told me to text her every five minutes, just to know what we're up to and if I'm alive.

I understand her concern, I'm as worried about myself as she is.

Gosh I'm really going to Harry's place to do a stupid chemistry project right now, huh?

I haven't been to a guy's place in forever, I forgot how quite nervous I'd get when I used to go to Tyler's, but he was my boyfriend, and I felt safe around him back then.

Harry on the other hand, he makes it hard to breathe in the same room as him. I wouldn't be surprised if he first traps me between the door as soon as I reach his apartment today.

That's right, apartment. Apparently, he lives in some sort of a fancy rich building here in London. I thought he just lived with his parents at first, but after that text it seemed like he lives alone.

Well, he's 18. I get why he'd want to live alone, too.

The text just said the apartment floor number, the street name and a building description, nothing else.

I'm fond of how professional it was too, he hasn't even sent me a where are you? text yet, even though it's 3:50 now.

Tyler would usually ask where I was every 5 minutes, sending a text to check up on me, in worries I've gone lost or something, even when I wasn't late.

But then again that was just Tyler, he actually cared about me, meanwhile I'd get hit by an elephant and Harry couldn't care less.

I sigh as I reach over to grab my favorite brown outfit, knowing I'd be fully comfortable in it. Plus, it'd put some ease to my brain.

I already told my mom, and she had a full fuss about how I'm going over to a guy's house.

She knew everything about Tyler and I's relationship, his mother became friends with mine, I think that's how I first started hanging out with him other than school.

He was rainbows and sunshine to her, the perfect guy for a daughter of hers. She'd tell me all the time about her plans of us getting married.

To be honest, I didn't think she was seriously doing that until I told her about our breakup, and she kept blaming me instead of him, saying how I ruined my future.