Subterranean | H.S.

S41

Harry's pov

I check the time, opening my eyes wider at sight I wasn't expecting. 

''Fuck, I gotta go.'' I drink the rest of my water and stand up from the couch. I've got my time to sober up.

''Already?'' Zayn wants me to spend more time with him, as he always does. He's drunk and high, and I don't plan to babysit tonight.

''Yeah.'' I stand next to the table, checking if I have everything with me. ''I need to meet up with Niall in the morning. Don't forget to finish the work and call me.'' I nod my head and he does the same. I know that Zayn always remembers so I don't have to worry about him forgetting. ''See ya.''

''Bye.''

I wasn't supposed to stop at the club for so long. I was only supposed to do a quick meeting with Zayn, give him all the papers that he might need, and then go home to finally have a whole night of sleep to be ready in the morning and prepare all the papers I need for Niall.

That didn't work out.

Ever since I met Persephone it's getting harder and harder to stick to my plans and she's ruined my schedule. There's nothing constant in driving her here and there. It's always a different day of the week at different times. Even the places I pick her up from are different. It's chaotic and my poor head that's only ever known order is having a hard time adjusting. There's always something unexpected. The talk is about something different, different topics, and different moods behind the spoken words. She's walked into my life and changed it just like that. I've never been late before, everything was always planned and I was perceived more like an organized person. 

Now even if not everything has changed I'm getting surprised all the time. 

In the beginning, it was annoying the shit out of me but now I'm fine with it. I think that a little bit of that chaos that she brought with her is good for me. It starts to feel like I'm a person again. I get to feel much stronger emotions. She's like an awaited break during a long movie. But I wasted this break sitting in my spot instead of doing what I wanted to do.

I walk out of the club, taking my car keys out of my pocket. I unlock my car but instead of sitting behind the steering wheel, I open the backdoor. I take my hoodie from there and want to put it on, but something stops me. 

Something lies on the floor, reflecting light. I lean down to pick it up and notice that it's a bunch of keys.

I know that it's already past her shift. I have no idea how she got home or if she's even there right now. It's probably stupid to think, but what if that boyfriend of hers didn't wake up and she's somewhere outside? She probably won't pick up her phone, but I'll try anyway.

I close the backdoor, put the hoodie on, and sit in my regular seat. 

With sweaty hands, I call her. 

I find it weird that she's not declining me. Instead, the call is not answered. I think that it'll be too much if I'd try calling her again, so I don't do it. 

I bite my lower lip, staring at the keys, and as much as I want to go home and sleep I have to give her back the keys. 

I don't think much about where I'm going before I find myself in front of her apartment building. This may be stupid, I know. If no one will answer the door for me I'll just leave the keys in the mailbox. Problem solved.

I lock my car and open the door with the set of her keys. I walk past the mailbox and go upstairs, giving myself a chance. If her boyfriend will answer the door I'll just say that I'm a neighbor and I found the keys on the doorstep. If it's her I'll apologize to her and give her back the keys. It's easy and simple so why am I nervous?