Mutinous

Chapter 31

The car came to a stop, and I looked over at Harry sending him a smile. "Thank you for taking me home," I said unbuckling myself.

"Anytime, love," he smiled back.

"You know normally I would walk you to the door of your house, but taking you up to the 30th floor maybe isn't the best idea. Besides I'm sure Martin won't be happy if he sees me."

"If he's there, he's already seen you, but don't worry about it. I'm just happy you took me home."

"You know, I wanted you to stay the night," he told me sincerely, and I kissed his cheek.

"And I would have loved that. But I didn't say I'd sleep out, and I'm trying my hardest to get my father to apologise, and doing things he doesn't approve of isn't helping much."

"I know. Guess I have to find a pillow to cuddle with instead then," he pouted.

"Just remember, I'll be missing you just as much as you miss me."

"Impossible," he told me with a smile, and I regretted having him take me home. I should have stayed at his for the night, but I knew my father would throw a fit if he found my bed empty in the morning.

"I love you," I told him never getting tired of those three small words that meant everything.

Placing a hand on my nape he pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine giving me tingles. "I love you, too, beautiful. Sweet dreams. I'll be dreaming of you."

I pressed my lips to his again and reached for the door handle. "Goodnight Harry. Again, I'm sorry. I love you. Goodnight."

"Love you more," he called after me before I closed the door behind me and gave him a small wave before heading inside. I couldn't help but smile. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I knew he was watching me as I made my way inside. He cared for me like that, and he loved me. He was perfect, and I hated myself for doubting his intentions. He hadn't done anything to hurt me, so why would Jen tell me something like that? I shook the thought away not wanting her to ruin my happy mood now. I'd have to deal with her later.

Walking inside I noticed Martin wasn't there and that a young guy was in his place instead. Mentally, I thanked whoever had given Martin time off and for not having to explain myself now. I knew Martin would have seen the car had he been here, and I knew my father had told him to keep an extra eye out for me. So the smile on my lips never faltered as I made my way up the lift to our apartment.

It was late, yet I couldn't sleep. So instead, I found myself softly knocking on Maggie's door. I didn't get a reply, which wasn't surprising as it was passed midnight. She was most likely asleep. However, I was eager to talk to her, and I didn't care if I had to wake her.

"Mags? Maggie?" I asked closing the door quietly behind me. I didn't want to wake anybody else.

The only noises coming from her was her slow breathing telling me she was asleep. "Maggie?" I said again a little louder sitting down next to her.

Still, she didn't wake, and I placed a hand on her hip shaking her slightly in an attempt of waking her. She sat up immediately, clearly scared by the person in her room and turned on her night lamp.

"What the heck, El? Are you trying to give me a heart attack! What time is it anyway?"

"Passed midnight, but I couldn't sleep. I needed to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk now! Leave me alone and let me sleep," she said laying back down and placed a pillow over her head. She always got so moody without her sleep, but I was eager to tell someone what had happened between Harry and I tonight, and Jen was no longer an option.