Another Run Away

Stupid elevator music

I arrived at the door to Baileys apartment along with my bag of hot chocolate containers just like I had promised him in a previous text. I knew that sooner or later I would have to get in the elevator and take the long ride up to the boys apartment but for multiple reasons I couldn't pull myself to press the gosh darn button.

 Here is the multiple issues:

1) I don't want to be in a apartment with Harry, let alone be the only two people in the apartment hence I would have to deal with one of my worst enemies: the dreaded awkward conversation. You know the type where neither of you really want to talk to each other but you both think it is a better idea than being in an uncomfortable silence.

2). I sure as hell didn't want to tolerate Harry today with his pissy attitude and his whole '[I know your life story but you're not allowed to know mine' secrets. Which reminds me that I really need to find out why he knows that much.

Just as I was about to turn away and storm out of the lobby I sighed, the weather looked a lot like the wizard of Oz just before Dorothy gets knocked out. Realistically I am bloody cold and it would be stupid to drive in this weather so I faced my fears and  I  rang the buzzer, crossed my fingers and  hoped that he would politely send the elevator down for me seeing as I don't know the code nor do I have a key card.

 I heard the mechanics of the elevator mobbing and suddenly the silver box was in front of me and I stepped in shaking like a fool. I blamed it on the cold but there was something un-nerving about Harry, something I couldn't quite pin point but he made me annoyed, anxious and angry all at the same time, it was like I was fifteen again I swear. 

The music of the elevator hummed and only made me more anxious, I always hated elevator music firstly, it creeped me out and secondly it makes the trip up seem so much longer.

I reach the top and find their door easily, then I knock. I was subconsciously cursing at Harry for ignoring the door, Just as I was about to knock again it swung open revealing a very amused Harry.

"Triny, Finy, Tinny, what a surprise. I never expected you to be the one for a quicky in the eve."

" I thought we have been through this Harry." I sigh. "You and I are never going to be doing stuff like that."

"I dont understand." he says shifting his weight, "If its not me you want to see then who is it?"

"Your roomate." I dead pan, "Seriously let me, you wouldnt want Bailey to find me standing out in the hallway when he gets here."

"Why would I care what he thinks." He smirks and leans agains the door frame and I use that as my advantage to quickly step into their apartment.

"Very funny, sly one arent you." he says sarcastically.

"Very."

"So let me get this straight, you came here with coffee to mess around with my roomate.'

"Not everyone messes around with people Harry, and its hot chocolate."

"So what you want to be friends with him, that's it?"

"Yes Harry, a boy and a girl can infact be friends."

"Even when he told you that he was dating his sister and you believed it?"

"OH god," I laugh putting my free hand on my face, "Why does everyone know about that, lets just leave it in the past."

"They're identical twins and he is a shocking liar. They were right about you, you're too gulliable."

Just as I was about to ask him who 'they' were I get multible texts.

*I'm sorry I am going to be so late I promise I'll be home at 7, you can go into my room if you want. You can probably make friends with Harry while you are at it :)*- Bailey

*Remember Kiddo, No Drugs*  Luke

*Don't be a nerd for once* Amber.

"This is gold." Harry laughs.

"Hey dont read my texts!" I growl, he must have used his height to see over my shoulders without me realising.

"What's so funny?" I scowl at him. "Don't you have better things to do than read my texts?"

"I could think of a few things while were alon-"

"No happening, Ive had enough of you for one ay" and with that I walked back into the kitchen, past the kitchen and into the room I assume to be Baileys.

How could someone completly disregard ones personal space and privacy like that? I knew he would piss me off tonight, lets call it a premonition.

Sighing I wander into his room and have a look around. There is a black notebook on his bedside table, White sheets on a black wooden bad frame, there is also a black and white arm chair in the corner next to a television and a door supposedly leading into a closet. There is a floor length mirror opposite the bed and there is a window with a black frame and white curtains. I am sensing a common theme.

I didn't want to impose so I sit on the floor cross legged like a child until he hopefully comes home so I don't have to have anymore 'awkward'  conversations with Harry.

"What are you doing in my room?" an all too familiar voice asked.