The Choreographer

6: The Wallet

Harry walks me up to my apartment, and follows me in. "It's so clean.." He says walking into my kitchen, like I even invited him in.

I smile at him. "It kind of looks like no one lives here..." He says and looks at me.

"You don't believe this is my apartment?" I question.

"No, but I wonder why you clean it in such a way that erases your existence."

I pause. I'm a compulsive cleaner. It makes me feel in control; it makes me feel calm. Harry flops down face first on my couch. "Your couch smells like you." He says his voice muffled by the cushions. "Uhm...I mean..." I can hear the embarrassment I his voice, and I'm guessing he didn't mean to say that out loud.

I smirk. "I pretty much live on the couch."

He lifts his head to look at me "I can smell that."

"That's a blend of gross and creepy." I say to him. I turn to the kitchen and I feel a pillow make contact with the back of my head and stiffen. Harry starts laughing. He sounds so happy that I start laughing too.

"You're a jerk." I tell him between laughs.

"I don't like name callers," he says "first you call me gross, and now I'm a jerk? Isabel Serenity Masterson, that's not nice."

"How did you know it was Serenity?" I ask, self conscious.

"I checked your license."

If he really is a creep and is here to murder me than I can safely say that leaving open doors open is the wrost idea ever.

"Why?" I ask instead of running.

"Because I knew you wouldn't tell me. It's pretty." He smiles "And it's not fair, because you could google mine, but I can't google yours. I now also know your birthday, I missed it..." He frowns.

I decide that he is most likely telling the truth and not trying to kill me.

I yawn. "I'm tired."

He puts his hand over his heart. "Ouch, are you dismissing me?"

I take off my shoes and rip the bobby pins out of my hair. "Yeah." I answer through the yawn.

"'Kay" He smiles and surprises me by hugging me and kissing me on the cheek. My face reddens and he smirks at me. He waves back at me, I'm still in the spot that I've been frozen in after his display of affection; no matter how small it was. He closes my door his smirk growing.

I realize he left his wallet on the counter. I check my phone and realize I have a text from him. I remember vaguely giving him my number.

Harry: I'll be back for the wallet tomorrow.

I look at it. He sent it as soon as he walked out the door. He left it on purpose. I smile stupidly and walking into my bedroom flopping down on my bed. I really hope Harry's not a murderer because I'm flattered. Why does he do this to me? I shower and try to fall asleep. I realize that the struggle is in vain, I can't stop thinking about his eyes, and his hair and his accent and...what is wrong with me?

****

The next afternoon I'm dancing around my kitchen to "Something That We're Not" by Demi Lovato. I hope that this doesn't relate to Harry and I. He called me earlier in the morning and told me he wanted to take me out to dinner. He told me I could bring his wallet if I wanted or I could leave it if I wanted him to come up to my apartment. I'm glad we were just on the phone or he would have seen me blush. I jump as I hear banging on an apartment door, three doors down. I feel my pulse quicken, that's Daisy's apartment. I realize it must be her on again of again boyfriend who she probably broke up with again.