When I woke up I was in Harry's room. When did I fall asleep? My eyes widened remembering what happened in the janitor's closet. Joey was real? Did he really try to kill me? So many questions were flying through my mind with a little amount of answers.
I glanced at Harry who ha just stepped out of the bathroom.
"When did I fall asleep?" I asked.
"In the janitor's closet. We were talking and then you stopped breathing then started again then passed out. I brought you to the nurse's office but you slept until the day ended and she told me to take you home but I didn't know where you lived so I brought you here", he summed up.
"What time is it?" I asked rubbing my head as if I could somehow rub of this pounding headache.
"About 8 at night."
My eyes widened and I felt a shock of fear go through my body. One thing I forgot to mention to everyone. My dad became a drunk after his star son died and started hitting on my mum and I. We were lucky to keep Bethany away from him.
"Can I borrow your cell phone?" I asked.
"Sure", he answered, pulling it out of his pocket.
I went to dial my mother's cell number but it popped up in his contacts. I glanced up at Harry with a suspicious look.
"You're friends with my mum?", I questioned with a amused smile.
"What? No! That's Joey's mum an I only had it because he would need to call her sometimes", he defended his dignity.
"We have the same mother Harold."
"Harold?"
"Yes", I smirked, clicking call.
It rang a couple times before she picked up.
"Harry? I haven't heard from you in months", my mother gushed.
"No mum, it's Ellie. I'm sleeping over at a friend's house tonight, is that ok?" I asked.
"Sure honey", she said quickly and hung up.
That was odd. I shrugged and tossed him his phone, standing up.
"I'll go now. I guess I'll sleep at Drew's or something", I smiled.
"You can stay here, my mum won't mind. She actually really likes you", Harry laughed.
"Really? Thanks."
I stood up and walked over to the couch in his room (I know right, a couch?) and sat down.
"Nuh uh, you're sleeping on my bed. I'll take the couch."
No Harry, this is your room. I'm NOT sleeping on that bed. You are."
I laid down on the pillow on the couch. This was actually more comfortable than my bed at home. I took a fuzzy blanket off the floor and threw it over my legs, smirking at Harry.
He glared at me and starting taking off his pants, causing me to let out a small shriek and cover my eyes.
"I'm just getting ready for bed, relax. I sleep in my boxers", I could practically hear him shrugging.
"Okay", I said, though my eyes were still over my eyes.
"You need clothes?"
I nodded and I felt sone clothing land on my legs.
"You can uncover your eyes, I'm under the covers", he laughed.
I cautiously moved my hands away and sighed in relief to see he wasn't lying. I picked up the clothes he tossed me and went to his bathroom.
