Double life

Chapter 5

I didn't have so much sleep last night because of his tweet. Could it really be ? Is it possible that I called Jack Harries, THE Jack Harries, an asshole and a dickhead? I laughed at myself quite loudly, like a psycho almost because being in my room alone, laughing and talking on my own couldn't be normal. I missed Ty because he knew me well and wouldn't find it weird that I was doing what I was doing right now. This morning I was extra careful when I went out of my room to make myself some pancakes. I didn't want to bump into anyone especially not into Jack ever again. Yeah I was totally star struck at the moment but couldn't help but to think he was really an asshole and he knew it himself. Maybe he is like the other celebrities: nice in front of the camera and a self-centred dick in real life.

I was spacing out and I almost burnt my precious pancakes. A voice brought me out of my thoughts, with an accent that I would recognize everywhere. "Um, be careful or you're going to burn this place down." It was Jack, he was standing at the doorway, leaning at the doorframe. He looked at the pan, then at me and smiled. My lips parted to say something but nothing came out. So I just put the last pancake which was pretty burnt in my plate and started washing the pan. When he didn't say anything else I thought he left.

"That doesn't look so bad but do you want me to make some eggs for you? I was going to make one for myself." When he said that I knew he was right behind me. My brain wasn't working just yet, because it was 7 am so I didn't know what to say or how to react. So I was standing there, staring at him like the awkward person that I was.

"Um no, thank you, I will be fine." I took all of my will power to say anything at all. I took my plate and started to walk away from the kitchen.

"Hey, wait, I didn't catch your name!" He was walking right behind me. "That's because I didn't tell you my name." I tried to be as much cool as I could be while walking in front of my You tube crush. But he didn't need to know all this. I managed to make it to my dorm without tripping and making a fool of myself. I silently thanked God for this.

"Why wouldn't you tell me your name, I didn't do anything." I turned around to see he smiling at me sweetly and I was pretty sure that I could faint just from looking at how handsome he was in person. So being the awkward and strange person that I am, I quickly walked into my room and locked the door. I pressed my back on the wall and started to breathe heavily. He kept knocking on my door, trying get me to open up and talk but I didn't. 10 minutes later, he stopped knocking and probably left, which was good because I had to go to class.

I spent all my day thinking about my encounter with Jack, wondering why he was so determined to know my name. Did he understand that I was a fan? Probably not, I left him hanging at my door. Good, now I wouldn't have to deal with him, I hope he go the message. Wandering in the hall of Uni, I was thinking what I had to do before I went home. Yes, pick up some book from the library because I had an essay to write already for my Contemporary Writing class. When I got to the library, there were a few people working on their homework probably and others who were just walking around with books in their hands. It took me 30 minutes to find what I needed, but I took some Shakespeare books too since I have another whole class about him. He was very inspiring author for me, I love his work.

I was pretty tired by the time I was in the elevator, maybe I should take a nap before starting with this essay. I was walking down the hallway with my 5 books in my hands and due to my tiredness or my clumsiness, I tripped and one of my book fell on the floor. I was about to pick it up when someone who exited the kitchen probably came and picked it up for me.

"Here you go." It was Jack. He was smiling at me. "Oh it's you again. So you like Shakespeare?" He was still holding my book and refused to give it to me.

"Yes, now give me my book." I replied grumpily annoyed by his presence mostly because I wanted to sleep. 

"Not until you tell me your name!" He said it in a such chill tone, almost as if it was normal not to give me my book back.

"Why do you have be an asshole again?" He looked at me for a second before his eyes became wide with the realisation of something in his head. 

"It was you. You're the girl I bumped into a couple of days ago!" He was pretty shocked while I already knew that. So I grabbed my book and he let me probably because he was feeling guilty or something. I didn't say anything and continued to walk.

"Wait, stop avoiding me, I want to know your name." He had to be fucking kidding me, he couldn't really hold on to this, could he?

"Look I want to take you out sometime." I looked at him like he was crazy. "So you don't even apologize for almost knocking me down two times in a day and now you want to take me out. Nice try!" I was pretty surprised I even managed to say a word. Before he could say anything else, I closed the door before his face.

That boy was really getting on my nerves. I turned on my laptop and put some music on to calm myself down. Great, now I have a new mission: to avoid Jack Harries, who happened to live next door, at any price. I never thought I would want to avoid him, but seeing how obnoxious he can be, I would have to.

It was 3 am and I was still on my laptop, I couldn't fall asleep, so I was in my blog, writhing about my encounter earlier. I was deep in my thoughts when I heard a long bang on my door. I jumps from my bed and screamed. I went to the door and heard another bang.

 Who could it be at this late hour? I took the first thing that I saw, which was a vase and reached to open the door. When I did, I instantly regretted opening the door. It was Jack, smiling like an idiot when he saw me in my pyjamas.

 "What do you want?" I said sternly and give him a serious look.

"Well I can ask you the same thing! Why are you in my room?" He slurred and then it all clicked. He was clearly drunk and was thinking that this is his room.

 "Oh no, this is my room, yours is just next to mine." I laughed at his lost puppy look. I almost felt guilty about my stern voice at first.

"No, love, either you've got it wrong; either you wanted to surprise me in my room and tell me your name." He smirked at the last part, for his state he was being too cheeky. I blushed and then got a hold of myself quickly.

"Listen go to your room and leave me alone, I want to sleep." I whispered yelled, not wanting to involve all of our neighbours. He smiled and leaned at my doorframe. I felt the strong smell of alcohol in the air. 

"Guess what, I'm no going anywhere."

 And before I could say anything back, he passed out almost hitting his head in the door. I grabbed him and quickly regretting I did because he was a lot heavier than I could handle myself. So I almost fell with him but managed to keep his head safe. I dragged him in my room because I decided it would be easier that way. I was so proud of myself that I dragged a guy who is probably two times heavier than me from my door to my bed. Saying it like that, sounded creepy, like I killed someone and I was trying to hide the body.

10 minutes later,Jack was comfortably placed in my bed and now I started to wonder where shouldI sleep. I can't sleep next to him because as cheeky as he was, he would thinkI enjoyed it. But the other option was the floor. The cold marble floor wasn'tvery welcoming either.

 But I didn't want the asshole to think that I was okaywith sleeping next to him, so I chose the floor. I took some blankets, my other pillow and tried to get as comfy aspossible. I thought I heard him mumble incoherent words but I didn't careenough to pay attention. I was starting to feel sleepy by now but my back wouldbe aching for sure tomorrow.