The Bad Boy

Chapter 149

Stephanie's P.O.V.

I sit on the couch until midnight with the TV on low volume, but when the clock strikes 12 I start to get a little worried about Miles. It doesn't seem like him to not call or text to tell me where he's at. At least he knows his way around the city...

I try his cell again and when I get no answer I lock the door and head back to the bedroom I've been sleeping in. As soon as I crawl under the covers, something feels wrong and I can't close my eyes. I get back out of bed, pace around the apartment for awhile, call Miles 7 more times,  make some hot tea, and then finally collapse on the couch, turning off the lights.

I guess I must fall asleep because I wake up to the sound of the door handle jiggling. I shoot off the couch and grab the heaviest thing closest to me, which happens to be a hard cover copy of the book "Moby Dick". Just to be safe I grab the next book under it, a hard cover copy of "Pride and Prejudice", and slowly approach the door, one book in each hand.

Before I can get to the door to look through the peephole, I hear the lock slide back and then the door swings open. Then my instincts decide it's a good idea to kick in and I lunge forward, tackling who ever it is to the ground. I roll on top of the person when we hit the floor and then start hitting it with the books.

"STEPHANIE! STEPHANIE STOP IT! STEPHANIE!" The male voice yells. "IT'S ME MILES!"

"Miles?" I ask, breathing hard from hitting him with the books.

"YES IT'S ME STEPH IT'S ME!" Miles yells.

I jump up and hit the light switch. Sure enough, Miles lays sprawled on the ground, his lip is busted and the skin around his left eye is beginning to turn purple.

"Miles I'm so sorry! I had no idea it was you! I'm so sorry...!" I yelp, dropping to my knees next to him. "I can't believe I did that to your face...I think I'm going to be sick."

"No Steph, you didn't do this to my face." Miles pushes himself up into a sitting position. "You were pounding my chest...with Herman Melville and Jane Austen?"

"They were the heaviest things within reach..." I shrug. "Who did that to your face?!?!"

"Just some guy I met on the street...I'd rather not talk about it." Miles says sharply, standing up. "I'm going to bed, and you should too. We have to work in the morning."

With that, Miles walks down the hallway and I hear the door to his room close loudly.

"That was weird." I mutter, shaking my head and standing up. I turn off the lights and the TV and then head back to the room I've been staying in.

I crawl under the covers, even though I know I won't be able to sleep.

Harry's P.O.V.

After sitting on that stupid bench for hours, I get up, walk over to Miles and punch him square in the eye. He jumps to his feet and I hit his mouth, which causes him to sit back down wordlessly. 

"You gonna tell me where she's at?" I ask, looking down at him.

He shakes his head 'no'.

"Fine. But if you think this is the last you'll see of me, you're sadly mistaken." I snarl and storm off through the crowds that perpetually plague the streets of New York even at the ungodly hour of 3 AM.

When I get back to the hotel, Gemma is asleep on the couch. I turn off the cooking show she must have been watching, go into the bedroom, tug off my shoes, and collapse onto the bed. While laying there and staring at the ceiling, something hits me. Tomorrow is Monday. That's a work day. And I know where Stephanie works...