I Wish

Chapter 4

Hey guys, i hope your engine my fanfic, please vote and ccomment also i apologize if any of the words have like two if the first letter. My phone just does that sometimes, like it will autocorrect the words and add an extra first letter. also im going to start putting spaces between my paragraphs. thanks

~Elise❥

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Once back inside, we throw off our shoes and jackets and I run upstairs, in search of Alex.

He's laying on his side on our bed, with his back to me. I lean on the doorway, the hinges digging into my hip, and tap my foot impatiently.

He still hasn't noticed me.

"Ehhhem...." I cough.

He turns to look at me, setting his phone down near the pillow.

"Your home!" he hops up and walks around the bed and towards me. He plants his hands on my waist. Our lips connect for a brief moment. His hands are beggining to travel down my back when an image of Harry pops into my head.

I quickly pull away. Alex frowns at me.

"Uh, Lupe got a promotion. She's manager now."

He nods as if saying, "whatever" and goes down stairs.

For a minute I just sit there in the doorway, staring into nothing. What is happening to me. I have a boyfriend and we've been together for eight months now. Plus, I don't even know Harry.

"I need a smoke," I mutter to myself.

I drag myself downstairs and onto the porch.

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I sit on the steps and look out into the road, theres a slight drizzle, like always. What do you expect though, I mean, this is Seattle. It never stops raining.

Sometimes I quite like the rain. It kind of refects my feelings and emotions sometimes. I like to just sit and watch it. I can do that for hours, sitting and watching things. It allows me to just think. Think about whats going on in my life.

I take another puff on my cigarette and blow out slowly.

My quiet bubble is burst when I realize someone is standing to my left.

"You smoke?" asks Harry.

Great.

I am about to give a snarky remark but stop myself, "Um, yes."

"Oh, well obviously. You just didn't really seem like that type of person."

"Well, it's a pretty fantastic stress reliever."

Harry motions to the stair below the one I am resting on, asking if he can take a seat. I nod and he plants himself down below me. He then swings his body around to face me.

"Do you have a job?" he asks, awkwardly.

"Ya I work at the mall, at Wet Seal. I know, not the ideal job but it pays the bills," I swallow, "You?"

"Ya," he replies, "That's actually why we moved here."

We.

I bet he had a girlfriend. A small sigh escapes my lips.

"I'm actually in a band with four of my friends and we started getting a lot of gigs around here. We came to like it here a lot, so we moved here. Considering we'll probably continue to get more gigs, it'll be a lot more convenient."

I'm sure my eyes pop out of my head a little when he says this.

"A band, huh?"

"Yep, you're welcome to come listen to us practice sometime, maybe even come to one of our gigs. We're booked for all of next week at some casino or something. We're probably going to be doing most of our practice at Nialls house. He's one of the members of the band. Theres also Zayn, Liam, and Louis. We're so close it's alm...."

I cut him off, "You talk a lot."

"Is that a bad thing? If it is then I'll stop," a blush appears on his already rosy cheeks.

I giggle.