"Harry?" I say with a confused look on my face. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey." He says. He's eyes are bloodshot red. Has he been crying? I didn't really expect him so late.
"Hey but, what are you doing here so late?"
"Don't worry, Nat. I didn't come to murder you. Will you at least let your guest in? Where did all your manners go?" For a second I thought he was drunk but his breathe says otherwise. Woah. How close to him am I standing that I can smell the peppermint in his breathe? Woah. That's too close. I take a step back.
"Oh yes, come in." I snap out of my thoughts. It's quite strange. I mean I know I invited him but what is he doing here so late in the night with bloodshot eyes.
He walks in and looks around my apartment.
"Your apartment looks same as that of Ed's." He states.
"Isn't that obvious?"
"Can you not always talk to me in yhe form of questions?"
"Why should I?" He groans and takes a seat on the couch. He spots my pasta."You were having your dinner. Please continue. Don't avoid food for me."
"Shut up! I was done eating." No I wasn't and I feel like killing you for that. I take the bowl of pasta and keep it in the kitchen. I walk upto the living room and sit on the couch beside him keeping sufficient distance.
"So, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Niall's place? I thought you had work to do." I say.
"Woah. Slow down on the questions. I didn't go to Niall's place because I didn't feel like it. And my work, that's what I'm doing right now."
"So you didn't go to Niall's place to hang out with me?"
"You know you suck at lying and faking smiles."
"Wait. Where did that come from?" I ask curiously.
"You know I've been seeing you in work. Your eyes all swollen up and stuff. You say you're fine but I know you're not."
"You've been spying on me. Stalker much?" Why in the hell am I feeling happy about someone noticing my puffy swollen up red eyes at work?
"Ha ha. Very funny. Now tell me what's going on?"
"Harry..." I start to warn him.
"Yeah yeah, I know we talked about this but you know not knowing about it makes me more curious."
"You're curious about knowing my past?"
"Damn it Natalie. Please don't talk in ques-"
"Okay okay. I'm sorry but what?" I cut him off.
"Here you go again." He groans "Let me explain. It's quite overwhelming to see you sad everyday. Even though you try your best to hide it I can see it. Don't ask me why I feel that way because I have no fucking idea why. As I was saying. You say it's your past but is it still bothering you now?" His words somehow makes so much sense but I don't know how.
"You know Harry, some pasts cannot be just forgotten. They comeback to you no matter how hard you want to forget them." He nods as if he knows exactly what it feels like. Wait. I need to ask him if he has a dark past. You're gonna be that nosy? My subconscious asks and I groan.
"Yeah, but how are you being reminded of the past. Did you meet someone related to it or something else?" He asks. I never thought he'd be so curious to know.
"Nightmares." I sigh.
"Oh. So that's the reason you've been so upset. I'm really sorry."
"Don't be. It's alright. I'll be fine."
"We both know that's a lie. How long have you been having these nightmares?" He asks.
"I don't know." I don't see the point of talking about all these with him. I've known him for less than a month and I hated him. Yeah now you like him,right? Fuck my subconscious. I don't know if I like him but I'm sure that I don't hate him anymore.
"Enough about me." I break the silence. "Tell me about you. Are you okay?" I know he's not but still.
"Yeah. I'm good."
"We both know that's a lie." I use his line against him.
"What?"
"It's too bad that you're not a girl ,Harry. Or else you could've tried to hide those swollen eyes of yours with make up. I'm not that stupid." I say making it clear that I also notice that he's bothered about something.
"Oh yeah. It's just a bad day."
"And?"
"And?" He mocks my tone.
"What's bothering you?" I ask without thinking.
"Nothing. Just a few flashbacks."
"What flashbacks?" Damn it Natalie! Nosy much?
"Nosy much?" Yeah. I definitely saw that coming.
"I'm sorry. But hey, you also asked me stuffs like that."
"Yeah. I did." He sighs. Shit. I just realised I didn't ask him if he wanted a drink or something to eat. I'm the worst host ever.
"Um would you like a drink like coffee or something?" Damn it Natalie. He's British. He most probably doesn't drink coffee.
"Coffee? This late at night?" He asks.
"I drink coffee all the time. It doesn't really matter to me." Smooth.
"Oh. I drink coffee only in the morning." Yes a new piece of information about Harry. Wait. Why the heck do I need to know that? Why in the hell do I feel like I've accomplished something knowing that? Am I that curious about him?
"No!" I shout without noticing.
"What?" Harry asks completely confused.
"Um. No. Nothing." I stutter.
"Okay."
"So, do you want something to drink or eat? I'm trying to be a nice host here." I say.
"Honestly, you're not a nice host at all. And no, I don't want to drink or eat anything."
"Thanks and okay."
"Let's do something. I'm bored." Harry says putting his foot on the table in front of the couch.
"First off, foot off the table." He obliges. "Secondly, what do you wanna do to entertain yourself mister?"
"Have you ever gone to the rooftop of this building?" He asks me.
"No. Not yet. Geez, I've been here for only three weeks." I reply.
"Then today is your lucky day." He takes my hand and guides me to the door.
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