FIXING YOU

T W O

• Noah's POV •

I slowly pulled up to Elle's beach house, switching off my car. I didn't want to sit in my suite so, I've decided to surprise Elle. I would have told her I was coming but she only texted back once sending many surprised and devil faced emojis. She's usually a quick replier, I'm the slow one.

I sashayed up the stone steps to Elle's door with my Dunkin Donuts iced coffee in hand. I tapped lightly on the door, sipping the coffee from an orange straw. I rested my hand on my hip, leaning all my weight on one foot. I waited a few seconds before twisting the door handle.

"Elle, why the hell is your door unlocked?" I shouted, stepping in the door way. "Your small ass would be no competition against a burglar." I giggled walking through the quiet house. Normally, she would have been down the stairs now wrapped in her bed sheets shouting at me for calling her small when she's two inches taller than me.

I walked up the spiral stairs to her bedroom seeing the French doors wide open and her bed a pillow covered mess. I called her name then walked away receiving no answers. I realized I left my phone in my car, quickly walking back down the stairs to grab it and call her. It's not like her two leave her house unlocked and to not text me back.

I reached my car pulled the driver door open, and sat down in the seat digging around for my iPhone.

Wait... I jerked my head up, noticing Elle's white Range Rover wasn't parked in its usual place. She must have driven somewhere in a hurry being she left the door unlocked. I called her a few times, she still wasn't hearing. I climbed out my car remembering to grab my phone and my coffee, going back inside her house and locking the door behind me.

We've spent enough nights at one another, this feels like a second home to me. Now that Jayde will be in my suite I'll probably stay here even more. Although I was thinking about that on my drive over here, maybe I should give her a chance. I honestly don't know a thing about her. The total reason for me disliking her is the fact that my father married her mother and that's not her fault after all.

The vibration from my phone on my lap made me glance down I sighed in relief seeing Elle's contact come up, which was her name followed by the emojis of her picking.

"Where are you?" I answered quickly. I wouldn't have been so worried if her door was locked. I began to think someone took her and her car hostage. That's just the way my over active mind thinks.

"I'm alright." Elle chuckled through what sounded like sniffles.

"Why are you crying? Who do I have to burn at the stake?" I asked, the urge to protect my bestfriend showing in my voice.

"You know my neighbor? The older women who's always baking us things?"

I furrowed my eyebrows wondering why'd she make Elle cry. She's usually the sweetest old women to her and I.
"Yes and I can't burn her at the stake Elle." I sighed.

"No of course not Noah!" She exclaimed. "It's a bit of a long story and I'm driving back to my house right now, I will call you when I get home."

"I'm actually at your house, sitting on your stair case." I mentioned while resting my elbow on my knee.

"Shit, I ran out of my house so quickly I didn't even lock the door." She stressed. "I'll see you soon then." She hung up.

I waited impatiently for the sound of her pulling up while scrolling though my Instagram. I read through a few of the comments under my picture rolling my eyes at all the thirsty males. I'm not as popular on insta as one of the Kardashians but my account is well known. I assume its because I'm Noah Hayes, Edward Hayes, the millionaires daughter. Why else would people care about me if I didn't have money?