Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 34

@NiallOfficial: "Sorry if I didn't get to see you today , just got real sick . You were all very nice, thanks for coming out"

I set my phone down and leaned back against the couch, closing my eyes slightly and breathing in. It felt good to just relax for once and not have to worry about being anywhere today.

Mariah had left to go help her friend out with something and wasn't planning on being back today. So today was just going to be a quiet, peaceful day, and-

There was a ring from my phone and I swear I was about to throw it across the room when I saw that it was Harry calling. Probably some business meeting or some shit. I picked up.

"Hi."

"Hello, Harry. What you need?"

"Um, just wanted to see if we could hang out. Maybe at your apartment or something?"

"Yeah, sure. Why the sudden kindness?"

"Not kindness. I wouldn't go that far."

I laughed. "Okay. What time you think you will be over?"

"..About 3 minutes? I might or might not have been sitting in the parking lot."

"Alright. See you then."

•  •  •

5 minutes passed. Then 10. Then 15, and I just waited for Harry.

Three minutes my ass, I thought, checking the clock on my phone again. 20 minutes.

I was starting to get worried. What if something had happened to him? Like, the lift got stuck, he got run over, he got mobbed, maybe murdered, kidnapped.. Because he defiantly wasn't going to be here in 3 minutes, like he had said.

I sat there and waited for a few minutes before I decided to get up and go look for him. I stood up and threw a jacket on, knowing it was cold outside. I then grabbed some money– you know, just in case a nice restaurant just happened to cross my mind.

I opened the door to my flat and then shut it behind me. I fixed my jacket and zipped it up before starting down the corridor of the building. I whistled to myself whilst looking around, noticing that fortunately the building was quiet today. I kept walking until I came to the lobby of the floor and pressed on the down button on the lift. I waited just a little bit before one of the lifts opened, and I walked in.

I pressed on the bottom floor of the lift and sat against the railing, tapping my foot and looking around. It took just a few seconds before the lift doors opened to the bottom floor, and I walked out. Of course there were one or two fans that I said hello to on the main floor, but not as many as normal.

As I walked out of the door and looked around the parking lot, I didn't see Harry's car. I groaned in frustration and grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and dialed his number. It rang only a few times before the other line picked up.

"Hello?"

"I thought you said you'd be right up? It's been 20 minutes and you're still not here– and your car isn't in the lot." I said into the line, my voice lined with annoyance.