The Beacon [h.s]

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Nyla West

"Where are we going?" I asked the back of Harry's head. He was walking in front of me, coming to a stop as we waited for the elevator.

I slipped on my shoes and threw on a hoodie before following him out of his penthouse, he stayed silent as he waited for me to come downstairs and while we walked to the elevators. Until now.

"We're staying in the building. Not anywhere far." He answered, sneaking a glance back at me.

The doors opened with a ding, causing Harry to turn away from me and walk inside. But I stayed frozen in my spot, my arms crossed over my chest as I stared at him waiting for me.

"C'mon." He urged, though there wasn't any attitude laced in his voice, it was gentle.

God, it was his damn voice.

I took the short steps and stepped inside, watching the doors close as I stood on the opposite side of Harry. He pressed the highest number on the panel, it glowed yellow. Floor 15.

"Why are we going to floor fifteen?" I moved my head to look at him.

Harry shrugged, keeping his gaze away from me. "Just wait til' we get there, yeah?"

I waited a moment, not knowing what he's planning on doing on a random floor of this building. But I slowly nodded, taking my gaze off his side profile. "Okay."

The doors opened to an identical looking floor as the one Harry lives on. Closed grey doors, only about five down this entire hallway, it was silent as Harry and I walked out. He led us to the very end of the hallway before making a left turn and we were met with another door.

He began tugging the door knob open and my eyes went wide. "Harry! Isn't this someone's penthouse?!" I whisper shouted, but kept my hands to myself as I glanced around the hallway to see if anyone was watching us, but it was empty. Still, is he seriously trying to break in?

Harry looked down at me with the smallest smirk. "It's not anyone's house, calm down."

I didn't believe him until he opened the door which revealed a flight of stairs. My brows furrowed immediately. "Stairs? There's another floor? I thought this floor was the highest one." I asked as I followed him inside, the door slamming shut behind me.

"Mhm, stairs." Harry says briefly, not acknowledging my comments as he ascends the stairs in front of me while I did the same.

We kept walking the tall flight of stairs, my legs starting to ache from the amount we've been climbing. Finally after what seemed like a million steps did we make it to yet another door. I was practically heaving at this point, I rested my hands on my knees as I looked at Harry who stood next to me, not dazed whatsoever.

Wow, I'm extremely out of shape.

"Alright, if you open this door and another flight of stairs are on the other side of it, I'm going back down to your place." I huffed, lifting my hands off my knees as I exhaled a deep breath.

"No more stairs. I'm sure you'll be fine." He breathed out a soft laugh, though it was like he didn't want to meet my eyes as he turned around to reach for the door, pushing it open. The door creaked loudly, I followed Harry through the door, and it was then a gust of wind blew through my face.

We were on the rooftop.

The door screeched closed behind me, though I wasn't following Harry's steps anymore, I was paused right in front of the door behind me, watching him walk further out on the roof. I wasn't moving because I needed to be completely still to fully take in the view. It was breathtaking, literally.