Meet Me in the Hallway [h.s.]

The Rolling Stones - (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction

"And I'm tryin' to make some girl, who tells me

Baby, better come back maybe next week

Can't you see I'm on a losing streak?"

Harry

I'm slowly awakened by a noise pulling me out of my sleep. I'm instantly on edge. Where am I?

The events of last night float around my head and I turn to my side to make sure Rhiannon is still sleeping safely. Her head rests on top of my arm. My phone rings again and I slowly remove my arm to grab the device.

Alanzo's face lights up across my screen. I have three missed calls from him. He's going to kill me.

"Fuck!" I all but yell. I slide the phone to my ear while springing out of bed. I land with a light thud. I stop instantly, looking over at Rhia.

She turns over, mumbling something in her sleep. Thank god. Nothing about Alanzo calling me could be good.

"Harry." His voice rings through the phone. "Where are you? I tried stopping by your apartment and you weren't there." I stop moving my shirt over my head.

I can't tell him about Rhiannon. Not yet. Not after everything that happened between us last night.

I know our relationship is complicated to say the least. A will they won't they situation. Anything I decide I know has to be a permanent decision. That's why I've been waiting so long to properly fuck her. Not when she knows very little details about me. It would change her life.

That's why it's so hard for me to reassure her. Of course I want her, in every way possible. But this is different. If I choose her then our worlds will forever be intwined. They could crash together on impact.

Not that I'm not obsessed with her, because I am. But is this what our relationship is? Pure infatuation from my end? We've only known each other for a short period of time.

I did stay the night last night, which is something I never do. Was that because I want her in my life or because I wanted to just reassure her? I'm not a good person. However, I do know that she doesn't deserve to be played completely.

How could I explain to her the extent of my entire situation?

"Harry. Answer me." Alanzo is short with his words. That means there's some issue that's pressing to him right now. My brain scales anything that it could possibly be.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm at Stevie's. It was a late night." I lie. It's not too far fetched.

"We've talked about this. It's dangerous for you to be like that Harry. You could be taken advantage of so easily when you're under the influence." He scolds me. I sigh and put my head into my hands.

I know he cares about me, but it's frustrating to hear when I'm a grown adult.

"Alanzo," I mimic his speech. "I'm fine. Zayn was with me, and we had business to take care of." That wasn't a complete lie. We did do a quick deal before Rhia and her friends arrived.

"What is Zayn doing these days? Does he still refuse to join?"

So much for listening to me. "No. He told you he won't ever join. It doesn't align with his morals." I roll my eyes. I respect Zayn, I do. I just don't understand how he can still believe in ethics after what happened to the two of us. We struggled and clawed our way to get to where we are now. After going through that, it's hard for me to believe in morals at all anymore.

A certain blonde is starting to change that though. Only slightly.

"Loss for him. Look, can you meet me at the lair. We have some extremely important information to discuss." My face pales at his tone. I'm nervous, nothing that makes Alanzo sound like that can be good.