It is a cold spring Friday night in New York. It's been a long week at school with all the exams and all she want to do is sleep. Since her parents are out of town for a few weeks, she decided to stay with her boyfriend instead of her annoying cousins and aunt who criticizes everything that doesn't have to do with school. .
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Delancey's POV:
I walked up the stairs and struggled with the stupid keys.
"Wow I should really have different color keys to know what is what" I said to myself. I looked around to make sure no one heard me taking to myself. When I finally got inside I tossed my bag to the end of the living room and plopped down on the couch. A few minutes passed when I realized that Harry wasn't home yet. The tv wasn't touched, his room.... Our room was clean and the bed was made.
Something's not right here. He would usually be home by now. I got my phone out if my bag and called Harry.
I dialed his number and waited but he didn't pick up. I threw my phone on the couch as rush of Terror filled up my heart until I heard my phone vibrate. My mood immediately changed from terror to relief when i saw his name in my screen.
From Harry:
"I went out, I'll be back in a few hours. Don't worry babe <3 xx".
Better. I thought that something bad had happened. I don't know what would happen to me if he was..... You know, gone. But I just don't know why he was gone at 9pm. I need to stop thinking. I think too much. I turned on the TV and grabbed a blanket.
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I lifted my head and looked around. Six hours had passed... I guess I fell asleep with the tv on. I walked to the bathroom and glanced over to Harry's and my room. I did a double take because i thought he would be here by now. It's 3am......
"Where the hell is he?" I said to myself. I was dizzy and felt very sick and wanted Harry to be home. I searched for my phone on the white fluffy, leather couch. I finally found the stupid phone. My head was pounding like a drum, worst headache ever.
"Ugh" What a day. I squinted my eyes due to the bright light on the phone trying to look for Harry's number.
I hit "call" and was annoyed by the rings I heard earlier when he didn't pick up. The ringing stopped; my eyes watered thinking that it went to his voicemail until I heard his deep voice through my phone.
"Hello?"
"Harry! Where the hell are you?! You've been gone for nearly 6 hours."
"Ha, chill man" He's drunk. I can tell. He's never called me "man" before.
"Are you okay? Where are you?" I said.
"I'm fine, just fine. So fine." I heard some one giggling in the back round.
"Who is that?"
"Who is who"
"I heard someone in the background ......Harry, who are u with?"
I heard a girl moaning his name.
