RIDE ✧ {H.S.}

4.

A/N ✧ Ty all for the support!! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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When I told Harry to leave Amara's house after snorting a line, I assumed he was stable enough to drive.

Waking up next to Amara was something I'd dreamed of for probably years. The delicate scent of her linens brushed against my face with her tosses and turns. Her bedside table held a crystal vase filled with budding roses and an arrangement of native flowers. Next to the vase was a decanter full of water for guests. I wondered if one night stands are a common occurrence for Amara.

I observed her room with golden slivers of sunlight breeching through her flowing curtains. Whatever candle wax she poured on me last night really smells good on my skin.

"He left my house right before I fell asleep, fully alert and coherent," Amara confessed, holding the phone tight to her ear. I'd never seen her so emotional. If it wasn't for my presence, I'd imagine she'd allow herself to indulge more in the sadness her face held.

She sat on the edge of the bed, quartering away from me so I couldn't see her true state. By the looks of her slumped posture and quivering in her voice, I could only imagine what happened to Harry once he left thee driveway.

"Is he alright?" I kept my volume low as possible to not scare her in this emotional state.

She shuttered at the weight of my hand gently touching her shoulder. Her back was still faced to me while murmurs continued on the phone call. She obviously wasn't in the headspace to deal with anything other than the person on the other line.

A ping rang from her phone while she was on the call, immediately drawing her attention away from the voice. Tensed breaths seemed to release from her with a wave of relaxation.

"He's ok, he's ok," Her strained voice grew into a whisper as she kept repeating that phrase, 'He's ok'. I had no idea she cared about Harry this much. My chest grew tense, thinking of how I potentially put this man in harms way. While Harry's been nothing but a nuisance, he obviously meant something to Amara.

The subtle shade of the curtains allowed her phones light to penetrate beyond her pupils, the soft glow casting shadows against the few tears she did shed. Her messages showed a text from H.

I'm ok, no need to worry xx

Sent 7:43 AM

We both tuned out from the phone call as her fingers quickly typed a response.

Where are you? I need to see you.

Read 7:45 AM

I felt the thickening of nerves as his text bubble slowly dipped in and out from the conversation. The bubble completely left the screen as we both sat in silence.

There was a tinge of embarrassment that hit me as I realized I had spent the night with someone who's far worried about someone else. I'd extended enough kindness for her to take advantage of, but not reciprocate. 

Meet me at 5, I'll send you the address.

Read 7:58 AM

Finally. A response. As Amara received the message, I continued to look over her shoulder at the screen. She got the address and slightly dodged the phone from my view. I'll assume I don't get an invite.