Fate

Sushi & Unknown Phone Calls

Ding....Ding.

I groan as my phone alerts me that I have a text message. I unbury myself from underneath my mound of blankets and pillows and try to collect my bearings as I look around my room, bleary-eyed. The bright afternoon light filtering through the cracks in my blinds is an assault to my already pounding headache.

After I made my way over to Carlisle last night, I had three more drinks and two of Ellison's beers. Part of my decision to drink so much had to do with the frustrating effect that Harry had on me. He was such a cocky bastard and besides after seeing all of the hate any girl he's seen within a three foot radius of receives, I don't want to be next in the line of fire. So I made the conscious decision last night to stay far away from him and his charming dimples and curly hair and green eyes and tattoos and stop it. Damn him and his good looks and sexy British accent, I think to myself. I mean I've known him for what, a day. I'm being ridiculous. Besides, I'm sure he wasn't serious about wanting me to text him, he was probably just interested in me because I wasn't swooning at his every word.

I finally locate my phone under the layers of blankets on my bed and check my notifications as I make my way out of my bedroom and into the living room.

Unknown: I was afraid that you wouldn't contact me which was justified seeing as you didn't. So being an intelligent human being, I thought ahead and called myself from your phone so that I'd have your number. (9:10 AM)

Unknown: So, Harlem, I would like to take you out and prove to you that I am not a conceited asshole as you so believe. (9:15 AM)

Unknown: Ignorance is childish Harlem. (2:43 PM)

"You shithead." I grumble as I go to pour myself a cup of coffee.

"Well good morning to you too." Ellison says from his seat at the breakfast bar. "Well afternoon now since it's three o'clock. I'm glad you decided to finally join the living."

"Although, coincidentally, you are a shithead I wasn't talking about you." I say, looking at his boxer-clad frame and disheveled bed-head.

"Wait a second, this sounds like boy trouble. Is this boy trouble? Has the ice queen finally found someone who's worth her time?" He mocks.

"Ha. Ha. Your funny. No there is not boy trouble Dr. Phil. So cool your tits." I say around a sip of coffee, "Speaking of tits, where's Carlisle?"

"With much begging on my part she relented to getting us some sushi. So your welcome."

"Yuuumm, I just love eating sushi with my coffee." I sarcastically quip, earning a glare to be shot my way. "Love you El" I say over my shoulder as I head to the bathroom, blowing him a kiss which he catches and slaps on his cheek.

Going against all of my earlier proclamations to stay away from Harry, I text him back after I grab a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from my room. Obviously my willpower is at a zilch today.

Harlem: I'm sorry who is this? (3:18 PM)

I turn on the hot water for my shower, when a minute or so later my phone dings.

Unknown: Cute. (3:20 PM)

Harlem: What's cute? Did I do something cute? (3:27 PM)

Just as I'm about to step in the shower, my phone starts to ring.

"Shit" I curse, sliding my finger across the screen to answer Unknown/Harry's call.

"Can I help you?" I say, wrapping myself in a towel as I lean against the bathroom counter. "Your interrupting my shower time."