I WAS MINDLESSLY TAPPING MY foot and singing along to the music on my phone when it stopped playing mid-song. My phone vibrated and, naturally, I looked in the direction of the counter where my phone was sitting. There was a notification informing me I had a new text message and I tilted my head to the side. Who would be sending me a text message at this hour? My mother always called and my brother never liked the idea of text messaging. I did not have anyone to text. I picked up my phone and stared at the screen. I did not recognize the number, which bothered me.
The music had started back playing and I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth. I was curious to see who had sent me a text message but I was also nervous. My heartbeat quickened and I pulled the towel tighter around me with my free hand. I had just gotten out of the shower and I barely had time to dry off before my phone vibrated. Water droplets landed on my shoulders from my wet hair and I did not bother to pin my hair up. My main focus was on this text message. I unlocked my phone and took a deep breath before pressing my index finger against the notification. I leaned against the bathroom counter and gnawed on my bottom lip as I read the message.
From: Unknown
You work Monday through Friday from ten to four. Don't be late.
Did Harry send me this? I looked at the time and it was a little after ten. Why did he wait until now to send me it? I could have been asleep. If I was asleep, I would not have seen this until morning. Was that what he wanted? I turned my phone screen off and sat it back on the counter before turning to look at myself in the steamy mirror. I was told the time and what days I was supposed to work but I was never told what to wear. Was I allowed to wear whatever I felt like wearing? I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly. Harry could have included that in the text message.
I pinned my damp hair up on top of my head and I quickly dried off, throwing on some jogging pants and a tee. I gathered my dirty clothes and tossed them into my dirty clothes bin. The house was silent and I did not mind snuggling up on the sofa to watch some TV. Unfortunately, it would be a couple of days before the cable guy would come and I was just too lazy to hook up my DVD player to watch one of my movies. I stared at all of the boxes in the living room and exhaled slowly. I unpacked a few boxes after I got home but I still had more to unpack. I brought everything I owned with me and if I kept procrastinating, it would remain in the boxes for weeks if not months.
I ran a tired hand down my face and put my hands on my hips. There was too much to do and there were not enough hours in the day. Most of my clothes were already unpacked and I supposed that was a good thing. I flipped the light switch nearest to me and the living room lit up like a bright summer day. I went for the first box I laid my eyes on and began to take the tape off of it. Inside of the box were extra sheets and pillow cases along with my winter blanket. All of this belonged in the linen closet and I had no idea where it was.
The thick, winter blanket nearly blocked my view as I carried it around the house in search for the linen closet. I made sure not to bump into any walls and not to accidentally unfold the blanket while carrying it around. I hated refolding thick blankets; especially by myself. Folding a long, thick blanket was a two person job.
It did not take me long to find I what I was looking for. I carefully opened the door to the linen closet and took a look inside before putting the blanket in there. There were multiple shelves and I was entirely grateful. A smile formed on my lips as I placed the blanket on the first shelf and went back to gather my sheets and pillow cases. I managed to get another box emptied and this excited me. It thrilled me. Unpacking let me know this place was officially mine and I was not going anywhere anytime soon. The thought of me staying here for a while made me widen my smile until it hurt quite a bit. I liked the idea of calling this place mine and claiming Seattle as my home. I no longer minded that I did not experience the best move. I was too happy about unpacking my belongings. I was much more happier than I was when I had to pack everything up suddenly.
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Candles
Fanfic[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the w...
