You Don't Know Me

Chapter 6

               "What are you doing here?" His voice is somewhat calm but laced with annoyance and confusion. 

            "I erm.....I just moved in." I say and he raises his eyebrows, running a hand through his bed hair. His back muscles strain as he lifts his arms and paces back and forth down the hallway. I force myself to look at his face instead of his V-line.

          He meets my eyes once again and his lips part as they twinkle with no emotion. He huffs and storms back into what I'm not guessing is his apartment, slamming the door behind him. My bags are now on the floor and I remain motionless, staring at the center of his white coated door.

         He lives in this building? He lives on this floor? He lives DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME? Since when? All that is heard now is the blood pounding against my skull. It takes my a few seconds to come back to me senses, but when I do, I snatch my keys off of the ground and nearly break the key trying to unlock the door. I angrily throw my bags inside and slam my door, slowly sliding down the back of it and putting my face in my hands. 

       Why can't someone just give me a break? All I wanted was to move out, to get some freedom and maybe some actual PEACE for once. No-one but the people I wanted to know knows I live here and that was the way I wanted it to stay. That day that Harry picked me up at my house creeps me out a bit. How did he know how I lived? I. Don't. Know. But now I live right in front of him and I have to see him in the morning, in class, most likely at lunch, and at night. 

     On top of all of this, now I know that Zayn is hiding something huge from me and it only makes me want to just stop hanging around him period. But, I can't be quick to judge someone and need to know the side of his story to come to conclusions. This could be something dangerous and that is the last thing I need.

      Also, I have a boat load of college work that most of my professors have packed on me this weekend like usual, plus unpacking. If this is what college is like, I might have to rethink this thing. 

     I let out a heavy sigh, and decide to just forget everything for now and get a good night's rest. I push myself off of the floor and make sure the door is locked first, before putting up my shopping items up and walking into the small bathroom  down beside the laundry room. I throw my clothes into the lime green hamper in the corner and take a long relaxing shower. It's heavenly jets relax my tense muscles and wash away a smidge of the stress that is already put on me from my first few weeks of college.

      My brunette hair die is starting to face and I mentally note myself to take a trip to a salon and get it professionally done, as I am irritated with the artificial dyes. I tie it in a messy bun and dress in only a bra and underwear since I'm a huge fan of sleeping naked. After brushing my teeth, I run around making sure that all the blinds are closed and the door is once again locked before cuddling into a pillow under my cozy lime green duvet.

    I'm asleep within seconds. 

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       The loud beats of stereo music is what wakes me up, in what feels like after not even 30 minutes of sleep. I shove my face under my pillow, trying to drown out the booming lyrics of the device that I hear is coming from exactly where I expect it to. I have no success, just muffled noises and sit up, squinting my eyes to look at my digital clock on my side table. 

  1:37am. 

       I internally scream and stomp out of my bed, shivering as my feet meet the cold tile of the apartment, and to the front door. I swing on a pair of black sweats that I found on the floor in my living room and charge to Harry's door, not even giving a fuck that I don't have on a shirt, revealing my black bra.

         I pound my fist against the rough material, and the volume of the music descends a bit before the door swings open, and he appears at the door wearing the same clothing he was in when I first say him today. Well, yesterday.

        He shoves his hands in his pockets and smirks at me, leaning against the door frame and trailing his eyes stopping straight on my chest. I start to feel a bit self conscious but stand my ground, firmly crossing my arms over my chest. 

     "What can I help you with Ms. Valentina?" He says in a high voice, mocking me by ignoring what the obvious problem was. A dimple indents his left cheek and he darts his tongue out to wet his perfectly plum lips. 

    "Could you please do me a favor and turn the volume down a bit? Some people are trying to sleep. And it's Jo." I say through gritted teeth and his smirk grows into a grin. 

  "Why of course." He chuckles and slowly closes the door.

    I roll my eyes and retreat back to mine but before I can even get past the kitchen, the same noise booms through the sound proof walls. LOUDER. My face heats up and I grind my nails into the skin of my palms, stampeding back over to his door where I was exactly 17 seconds ago. 

    I pound as hard as I can against the door again, nearly breaking it and this time the music stays the same level as he opens the door again.

    "TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC DOWN!" I nearly shout and he laughs, putting a hand behind his ear and leaning forward. 

  "What did you say? I can't hear you over the music!" He responds with an amused expression just as I put my face in my hands and shake my head, completely giving up and walking back to my apartment, slamming the door and pulling my hair in frustration. 

      I take my duvet from my bed and a couple of pillows, sliding open one of the huge glass doors of the balcony and making a mini bed on the lounge chairs. It's freezing out here and my duvet doesn't provide a lot of warmth but Harry's beats are someone muffled through the thick glass.

     The view is even more captivating at night as the city lights brighten the sky and bring wonders to my vision. The soft honk of cars even at 1am and zooms of planes with midnight passenger flights is somewhat comforting besides the freezing weather.

    I squeeze my eyes shut and curl up into a ball on the body aching choice of bedding that are the lounge chairs, covering my ears and trying to focus on getting sleep.