The Fast Lane

Chapter 5

I woke up with sunlight streaming in through one of the cracks in the blinds.  It was still pretty dark in the room though, so I reached over to the table beside the bed I was in and turned on the lamp.  

I took a minute to blink a couple of times and adjust to the lighting in the room.  The walls were a light gray.  There were black curtains hanging from the windows.  On the left side of the large room was a white door that was open, and from what I could see, it was a large and extravagant bathroom.  To the right side of the room, there was a large white door that was cracked a little.  I saw a sleeve hanging out of the door, so I assumed it was the closet.  In the middle of the room, up against the back wall was the bed I was laying in.  It was a strange bed, with black sheets, a silver blanket, and silvery pillows.  What made it strange was it’s shape, though. It was about as big as a king-sized bed, but it was quite low to the ground and it was circular.  

Directly in front of the bed were two large white doors.  I stood up out of the bed.  I noticed that I was no longer wearing my bridesmaids dress.  Instead, I was wearing a pretty large, black RAMONES t-shirt and the underwear I wore to the wedding.  I looked around the room once more and noticed my dress, hanging nicely from a hanger by the closet. 

How dare he undress me!  I thought.  But then I remembered us having some pretty intense sex in a bathroom just two days before.  He had already seen me basically naked.  My stomach leapt, and I couldn’t tell if it was butterflies from thinking about the gas station or just a follow-up from yesterday. 

I walked out of the two, large white doors into a long hallway.  All along the walls, there were photos of Harry; with his mother, mainly, but also with many guys, many sexy looking girls, and many cars.  The hallway opened up to a large space, a kitchen with a bar and a living room all together.  Instead of a wall, there was a window, the biggest one I had ever seen. 

I walked closer to the window and looked out.  I was in a penthouse.  I got a little dizzy from looking down.  We weren’t very high up, but I still got the feeling I was going to fall through the window to my death.  I turned to look at the kitchen and living space, which seemed to carry out the black-and-silver theme.  I noticed two other doors on the opposite side of the living space.  One was obviously the front door to the apartment.  The other was a door to a guest bedroom, much smaller than the one I woke up in and definitely more colorful, with red walls and a light blue bed.  I shook my head and turned to walk out of the room.

I walked by the refrigerator and opened it, looking for anything to drink.  i was beyond thirsty and my stomach was grumbling.  I pulled out some pickles and a coke and began to eat and drink.  When I closed the door to the fridge, I noticed a sticky note that read: 
"Love, I hope you’re feeling better.  I had a small race right outside of Charlotte this morning but I should be back quite soon.  Please, don’t call a taxi.  I’ll drive you back to the hotel when I return.  Help yourself to food and drink, as well as the bathroom or anything else! -H"

I walked back to the bathroom.  I jumped in the shower.  I let the water flow over me and washed off my body and hair, as well as yesterday’s makeup.  The thought of Harry racing scared me.  But then I thought maybe just the concept of reckless driving scared me.  But the thought of Harry doing something illegal scared me.  But why should I care?  We don’t know each other.  I don’t care what he does with his life.  Harry seemed like a great guy and of course was gorgeous, but after I got back to the hotel, I would probably never see him again. 

I jumped out of the shower and dried off, putting my peach dress on.  It smelled surprisingly clean.  I noticed a stain on my chest, but it looked like someone had tried to get it out. 

"Oh, you threw up on that, ha.  I tried to get the stain out but it’s pretty stained," Harry said from the door and laughed.  He startled me.  I shrieked a little bit and jumped.  His hair was wind-blown and his blue shirt was hanging open.  His hands were shoved into the small pockets of his black jeans.  "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!"