I spent the next couple of days thinking of what Harry had said, for some reason I just couldn't shake it from my mind. What could he have meant? He isn't interested in me surely. At least, I think he isn't. Why am I caring so much anyway, Im not interested in him, a boy who sets fire to libraries and can charm old ladies that's not me. Harry isn't what I need and I'm sure it's likewise. Harry needs someone like him, fun and spontaneous. I need stability and assurance. We are polar opposites, it wouldn't work. It couldn't work.
Keep telling yourself that Holly You'll start to believe it soon.
Who am I kidding? Harry is a God. How could I not be attracted to him? But I can't let his hazel curls and emerald eyes distract me. I've let people ruin me in the past. I need to stay focused. I have my plan and I need to stick to it. Graduate. Get an editing job. Then I can think of boys. I'm not prepared to let anything, or anyone, for that matter take this from me, no matter how much I want to kiss them.
My ring tone sounding distracts me from my thoughts, I glance around my shitty dorm room for my phone as I threw it down after I came back from an extremely boring English literature class earlier today and just have been watching Netflix since. Once I find my phone I answer with out looking at the caller ID.
As soon as I answer I am greeted with what sounds like shouting in the background. I am about to hang up before I hear a voice speak.
'Hello pretty girl,' Harry's voice slurs through the receiver, as I wonder how he even got my number. I sigh knowing this was probably some accidental drunken call. Before I can make up my mind as too hang up or not harry speaks up again.
'Can you pick me up pretty girl.' He asks. I sigh, glancing over at my alarm clock, it's 1:43 am and harry sounds a little too out of it for him to walk.
'Where are you?' I ask giving in to his demands.
'432 on the corner of 1st and 54th.' Harry replies, I'm surprised he was sober enough to give me that information.
'I'm on my way, just stay where you are don't, don't move, okay?' I feel like I'm babying him but I have no Idea what kind of state he is in.
'Okay pretty girl.' Harry lazily chuckles.
Getting up from my bed, I check my appearance in my mirror, my brothers old sweatshirt and a pair of pyjama shorts aren't my ideal outfit, but I don't want to leave harry for Long so decide it can do. I quickly grab my car keys and head out my door, happy my roommate is at some frat party so I don't have to worry about waking her.
Once I'm in my car I head off immediately, medicine by the 1975 plays through my car speakers, bringing a sheepish smile to my face as I remember the first day I met Harry. As I am driving I realise Harry is someone I will never forget. No matter how long I've known him, he is like no one I have ever met before. There are only a handful of people in this world I would happily drive through New York City at two am for and somehow in just one week Harry has managed to wriggle his way into it. I don't know what it is about Harry that makes him so... well Harry, but I pray he will let me stay around to find out.
I can't be foolish though. I can't be falling in love with someone who I hardly know. And I don't love Harry. He just captivates me. I can't just let down my guard down after I have spent years building it up. If you let people on too quickly the get cocky. They hurt you and then they leave. I have had this done once already and I am not prepared to do it again for anybody. Even Harry.
I pull up to the address Harry gave me just as the song on the radio ends. I park and look around to see Harry slumped against a lamppost on the sidewalk.
'Harry!' I call over to him to get his attention, at hearing my voice his whole body perks up and a grin from ear to ear covers his face. I am glad that it is dark out and he is still a way away so the he can't see the heat on my cheeks that his actions bring about.
'You came,' he says once he reaches my car in a tone I can't quite decipher.
'Of course I came,' I reply 'why wouldn't I have?'
'Not many people would have came.' Harry whispers to himself, I'm not sure if I was supposed to hear it so I choose not to reply. On the ride back Harry is not how he normally is and I can't help but feel it has something to do with what he said. As I'm driving I realise I have no idea where I am taking Harry and have just been driving around the never sleeping streets of New York. 'Harry,' I speak trying to start conversation and find out the information I need. 'Where do you live?'
'I can't go home, not tonight,' he replies in the same off tone as before. Harry then turns to me and speaks, 'can I stay at yours just one night? I can't can't go home, not tonight.' He repeats his words from earlier. They way he says them lets me know that this isn't just some attempt to get back to my room. Something is up with him so I agree that he can stay, 'of course Harry, you can stay.' The rest of the car journey is silent after that except from the low hum of the engine and quiet songs from the radio. Once I pull into my dorm carpark, I turn to harry to let him know this is it. He gets out of the car without a word, seeming much more sober than when I picked him up. On the way up to my dorm harry follows behind with no words or sounds, I actually have to turn around a couple of times to make sure he is still there. As we reach the door of my dorm I can hear a slight snoring from inside signalling to me that my party mad roommate has somehow, magically, made her way back. I push open the door and Harry silently follows me. Once we are inside I turn to Harry and say,'she was gone when you left, sorry I guess we are going to have to share, is that all right?'
Harry says nothing but just nods his head in agreement, this is not the harry I know. Something must have happened tonight.
'I'm just going to the bathroom, make yourself at home.' I call out to Harry as I reach the bathroom door again he says nothing and just nods his head. I look into the bathroom mirror and wonder to myself what has happened to the Harry I first met. I brush my teeth and once I leave the bathroom I see Harry passed out on my bed with a frown etched onto his sleeping face, and it's then that I realise that I will figure Harry out, no matter how much I get hurt in the process, and If that means letting my guard down then so be it.
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Stayed up quite late finishing this so sorry for any mistakes, I'm sure there are plenty. Votes and comments are greatly appreciated Xx
