Race

Chapter 6

"Give me just one second," I said to Harry, who was currently stood in my entrance door, looking around the room curiously. "I'm gonna go change really quickly."

I walked past the sofa and hurried into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Then, I went to my drawers and opened them before retrieving a pair of black leggings, a soft light grey hoodie and some fuzzy socks. I went into my en-suite bathroom and started pacing it nervously. While it was true that changing was quite a good idea, seeing that the sequin dress had started to itch on my skin, the real reason why I had left Harry, was because I had started to panick.

What on earth had moved me to invite Harry into my appartment? I was obviously either still drunk or had completely lost my goddamn mind. Luckily enough, this mess I had gotten myself in was not gonna be a long one. My appartment consisted of exactly three rooms. While Harry could probably spend hours showing people his fabulous house and all the rooms and fancy corners, my hometour would be over in ten minutes at most.

Deciding not to waste any time or give myself more time to freak out, I changed into the fresh clothes quickly, put my hair up in a bun and joined Harry again. Surprisingly enough, he was still stood exactly where I had left him, my closed entrance door behind him and my clothing rack for jackets next to him. Knowing his otherwise very confident and cocky personality, I somehow had expected to find him to be lounging on my couch or making himself some food in my kitchen.

Instead, he seemed to be rooted to the spot and looked a little lost. "I didn't know whether you wanted me to take my shoes off, so –," he said.

I couldn't believe my ears. He hadn't actually moved because he had not been sure he was allowed in with his shoes on. Who would have believed that? Apparently, his parents had taught him some manners at some point, after all.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with," I said, being not quite sure what I prefered myself. He was the first guest I had ever received in my own home apart from my parents' visit, as I realized.

Silently, he took his sneakers off, arranging them so they were standing there perfectly straight, aligned with a pair of my shoes that was stood under my clothing rack. My jaw almost dropped but then I remembered the state his closet had been in. For some reason, I still hadn't believed it, maybe blaming a cleaning lady or Jake for having arranged his clothes so neatly. But the proof was right in front of me: Harry was tidy. It was bit of a turn-on, I had to admit.

He looked at me expectantly and I assumed that he thought it was time for the hometour to commence.

"So, this is essentially my living room, dining room and at the same time also kitchen," I said, making a weird bow motion with my arm as if being one of those presenters on a shopping channel on TV.

I took a few steps into the right half of the room that consisted of my white kitchen and the wooden table that I had to admit I used very rarely, taking most of my meals on the sofa in front of the TV.  "The kitchen was already part of the appartment, so I cannot really account for what it looks like. I have to admit it is very rustic and not really my style at all but it is cheaper than buying a new one, so I decided to keep it," I said quickly, remembering the modern and giant black kitchen I had passed in Harry's house. To be quite honest, I envied him for that kitchen. I hadn't seen much of it, but what I had seen I had loved.

Harry followed me quietly, looking at everything with a lot of interest and nodding along whenever I said something. I would've thought he was making a sport of me and thinking to himself how ridiculous this was, had it not been for the fact that he seemed perfectly serious.

I then walked over to the living room-part of the room. "Sofa. TV. Bookshelf. Couch table," I named the pieces of furniture, while pointing at them. "The usual," I then concluded, realizing that I was probably giving the shittiest hometour anyone had ever gotten. But then again, I had only been living here for about a month, I had not had the time to get much more than just the bare essentials and I was lacking the money to get more personal items such as pictures, coffee table books and so on just yet.