After the encounter with Harry at the restaurant telling me if I wanted to get a hundred on my essay I had to go to one of the dangerous place in town... 'arcade eight' the bar in the ghetto side of town, where all the prostitutes and drunk people live and work. What is Harry doing over there?
Only one way to find out. I grab my coat and keys not even a minute of thinking anything over I leave my house and get in my '70 chevett it's old but I got it for my birthday as a present from my grandparents.
*20 minutes later*
After driving to the other side of town and parking at 'Arcade eight' I walk towards the entrance being stopped by security asking me where was I going.
"Where do you think your going, kid?" He asked in a deep husky voice. Inside dumb ass. Why else would I be in front of you trying to walk in.
"I need to go in. Im meeting with a friend he said to come and meet him here. His name is Harry." I say losing my temper. Right now I prefer to get a zero on my essay then being out here at nine thirty in the fucking night, wasting my time.
"What's you name?" he asks.
"Why do you wanna know?" I shot back.
"To check if you're not one of those women chasing after him for a one night stand. Now give me your name to see if he is expecting you." He answered irritated. Clearly pissed off because of my attitude.
"Fatima Grey" I gave in.
"Okay Grey he is downstairs waiting for you." He said pointing towards a door.
"Thanks" I mumble walking towards the direction he pointed. As im walking I look around. It's such a mess. Couples sucking each others faces while others are simply getting drunk for the hell of it. Ignoring all the stares from people I head downstairs where sure enough was Harry laying on the pool table looking up the ceiling. He looks breathtaking beautiful. Damn it, Fatima. What are you thinking?
"Hi." I whisper almost unaudible, to my surprise he heard me and snaps his head in my direction.
"What took you so long, beautiful?" He asks, walking towards me with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Th-The security wouldn't let me through."
"Ahhh, thats Paul, dont worry about him he is really nice, you just have to be on his good side." He says. Well that explains a lot.
"Uhhh.... can we just... work on my essay, so i can go home.... I'm not really fond of this side of town. Especially at night." I say a bit to nervous.
"No problem love, I'm here to protect you, no harm is going to happen to you as long as I'm with you. Why don't we just go to your home? So you can feel more at ease."
"I'd really like that." I whisper in response to his request.
"Ok then lets go..... Hey uh can I ask you something?"
"Sure." I answer curiously wondering what he is gonna ask.
"I know this sounds weird to come from a new guy, but I consider you a good friend even though I just met you..... and I'm asking for a favor... can I stay at your place? I have personal reasons but I'm willing to tell them to you if you let me stay." Harry asks with a trembling voice. Why would I let a complete utter stranger come to my house and yet live there? There is no way in hell I'm going to let him stay. As I'm choosing my words to let him down his request to stay at my place, I look him right in the eye suddenly I feel dizzy maybe light headed? I don't know what I felt but before I knew it I fell to the floor unconscious. One thing was for sure. Harry is hiding something. Something mysterious.
