night changes

sixteen

"Harry wait!" Eleanor grabbed my wrist holding me off as she hung up with Liam shortly after we paused the screen on the women who delivered Asher to my doorstep.

"Eleanor come on we gotta go!" I told her but she didn't budge on coming with me as I pulled at her lightly.

"Harry you are emotional right now, you need a little time to let this sink in. Why don't we go back up to the apartment and talk this through before you go knocking on her door." Eleanor reasoned but I had no room for hearing. I wanted answers and I wanted answers now.

"No." I shook my head breaking her grip and waking out of the back room. She followed quickly behind me as we made our way to the elevator.

"Harry... You're upset I get that but, give it a couple hours before you just show up at this girls doorstep to scare her." Eleanor blocked me pressing the button to our floor instead of floor six.

"I'm not going to scare her, but wasn't it your idea to find this bitch? For Asher's sake? For me to find answers?" I asked her my voice risen from the anger seeping into my veins. I had so much to say to this women and I wanted to get to the bottom of her lies and deception.

"You do need and deserve answers Harry but not like this. Please let's go talk to Liam and set up a plan before we go and knock at her door. She's not going to talk to you if you approach her like this." Eleanor shook her head as we made it to our apartment floor.

"Please." She took my hand pleading with those big kind brown eyes.

"I have to talk to her. I found her and I can't wait around, I have to move." I told her taking back my hand while she stood out the elevator, pushing the button to the sixth floor. I knew exactly where I was going and what apartment number I was going to.

All kinds of things ran through my head now. From the fake names to motives behind the entire situation I began to sweat from frustration. I needed answers and I needed them now. Coming to the floor I walked out and located the door where the women from the tape lives.

Knocking while my eyes cast down I stared at the apartment door number. 621. Hearing rustling on the other end of the door I waited, my heart beat rapid and sweat forming along my hairline. I was a nervous wreck, part of me nervous and the other half full of rage. The door handle twists and is pulled open, my eyes shooting up from my feet to the girl standing before me.

"Harry?" She asked me as if she didn't believe I was standing right in front of her. Her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders in long beach waves that looked natural falling down her chest.

"Madison." I said back to her, my hands balling into fists to help release my rage that was pumping through me at this point. Her icy blue eyes always catching when she looked at you.

"Harry what are you doing here?" Madison question confused even though this was most likely fake. She knew exactly why I was here.

"Cut the shit Madison, you know exactly why I'm here so let's get straight to the point." Her face scrunches up as I say this as if she still doesn't get the point.

"Harry, we haven't talked since the hook up, and that was ages ago. If anyone needs to cut the shit it's you." She sasses folding her arms over her chest looking at me with those icy blue eyes that could kill with just a look. "You played with me for a month and it was all a ploy to get me into bed. So I find it funny how you have the audacity coming back here and telling me to "cut the shit"."

"This isn't the point Madison, you knew exactly who I was and what my game was. You have no one to blame but yourself because you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into." I pointed not willing to take the blame for Madison's heartbreak. Every girl on campus knew my game and she willingly played just like any other girl.