Temporary

Chapter 9

We just finish unloading the last of the boxes into our new apartment when it starts getting dark outside. Curtis and Dale really hit it off when they were helping me and Harry move in, so it was no surprise when they left us to go to the bar downtown. Harry and I were alone in our apartment; a phrase that I've been dreading for the past few days.

Harry doesn't say a word to me as he walks into the bedroom and slams the door. Great, I think to myself, here we go again. He is so moody, I never know how he's going to act.

I roll my eyes and decide to go take a long, hot shower. I've deserved one after all of this.

The bathroom is huge. There is a marble toilet and urinal, the shower is a huge walk-in glass shower with a regular shower head, but also a giant ceiling shower mount. The room was easily three times larger than my room at my parents' house.

My parents. I haven't had a chance to even process everything, including my parents. I wonder if they miss me, or if they even think of me. What about my dad? Does he miss me? Because I sure do miss him. I stop myself before I start crying. I don't want to think about them right now. I don't want to know if they really don't miss seeing me. I needed my friends to talk to, but the only one who bothers checking on me is Tara and I'm doing an awful job at talking to her. I'm a horrible friend. I make a mental note to call Tara tomorrow and catch her up on everything that's been happening, I'm sure she has 500 questions for me.

I shut off my yapping self-conscience for a minute and start up the shower. I turn off the lights to the bathroom. I hate lights. I'd rather be in the dark, as depressing as that sounds. The ceiling mount starts pouring out water, while lights begin to circle the top of it. This is so cool.

I step into the steaming shower and notice a huge screen in front of me. I touch it to see if it did anything, and sure enough it took me to what looked like the home screen of an apple product. No freaking way. I squeal in excitement as I open the Pandora app and begin to play the Journey radio.

Music begins pouring out of hidden speakers on either side of me. I smile as I hear 'Faithfully' and close my eyes, and take my time washing away the stress, anxiety, and worries from the past few days.

My shower ends too quickly and I hop out searching
for a towel. My luck runs short when I realize there are no towels in here yet. I smack my forehead and crack the door calling for Harry only to be met with rock music blasting from our bedroom.

I spot the box with the towels at the edge of the kitchen.

"Of course" I mumble.

I look at the bedroom door one more time and decide to make a run for it. I cover my chest as backside as I tiptoe lightly past the door and pick up my pace. I just reach the edge of the kitchen when I crash into someone's chest and stumble backwards.

"Oh my God! Don't look at me!" I run past Harry and hide behind the kitchen counter.

Harry is laughing so hard he has to lean on the counter for support. "What the hell are you doing Katerina?" He says in-between laughs.

"I needed a towel and I called your name but I thought you were in the bedroom because the music was blaring so I didn't think that you could hear me and I thought I would have time to just run and get it really quick and I just-"

"KAT!" Harry interrupts my endless stream of freak out, still chuckling. He walks over to the box of towels and pulls out a very small blue one. He smirks at it and innocently tosses it to me over the counter.

"Thank you" I roll my eyes, barely able to fit the large washcloth around me to cover anything. Harry doesn't try to hide it as he looks me up and down. I adjust my towel as I pull it up slightly. "Do you mind?" I ask looking toward the bedroom door. I wasn't walking out from behind the counter until he was gone.