Noticed

Chapter 7

Harry's P.O.V

After kidnapping her that day on the beach, and finding out that her name wasn't Emily (Weird), we had been seeing each other, just in a friendly way two times after that. It was about six days ago, since I met her for the first time in the club. It was like we acted like nothing happened between us that friday night, and saturday morning. Just like it never happened, but that changed as soon as she took me with her home.

She was staying at Becca's aunties big house, while her aunt was in India for four months, working with some sick and poor children. I had met Becca a few times, only when I came to pick Emily up.

While driving to her house, I could feel a car following me, and I had that bad feeling of the paps. I didn't want to start any rumors, not after the break between me and that fame hunter called Abbie that I had been dating for few weeks ago, before I met Elena. Abbie had never been anything special, just another hot chick wanting fame, and I realised after taking her out about four times, and after spreading waaay too many rumors.

It was a shame that I ever let her get into my life, cause I never really cared about her. Now she was constantly texting and calling me, and last night I met up with her, just trying to tell her that it was over between us, but she was still mad at me, and I had to leave before she would make me do something that I would regret.

As I mentioned, she was hot, and hard to resist, she knew how to make me lusty, and how to make me wake up the next day regretting last night so badly. Happily I hadn't slept with her after the day I met Elena, she didn't even cross my mind. I hated her for using me. I hated her for being such a famehunter. I wanted Abbie out of my life, and wanted a real shot, with a real girl...

Someone who made me feel special... someone like Elena. I closed my hands harder around the wheel, and bit my lip, while looking one time in the rearview mirror. I slowly drove into the side, and parked the car halfway up the sidewalk.

Elena's P.O.V

While my eyes were watching the road, down the window, in the room I was sleeping in, I saw a black range rover park on the street, looking a lot like his, but it could've been the neighbours as well. My heart started beating faster, and I took a deep breath, but he didn't get out of the car. My hands were holding around the edge of the bottom of the window, pulling it up, just like old windows.

It was even hotter outside, than inside, and I could hear the sound of his cars engine, it was still on. I wrinkled my forehead a bit, and decided to go away from the window, just not to look too desperate. I let the window stay open, but took a step back, and turned around, facing myself in the mirror. My hair was sitting on a high and messy ponytail, with a little hair hanging out, making it look just the way I wanted it to.

After some minutes, just trying to fix my hair a little more, even though it looked perfect, I got restless... Wondering if he ever would knock on the door, or if he had left. I held my breath, and kept quiet, trying to listen to the sound of his car. It was still there, but then it turned off, and I heard the sound of someone slamming a car door.

Then some steps on the stairs leading up to the front door, but no knock. I breathed out again, and bit my lip. What if it wasn't him? How silly of me. He said that he maybe would come around later today, and it could've been theneighbour's car. I dumped down in the bed, making it jump up and down a bit.

While placing my elbows on my lap and then resting my face in my hands. After staying up whole last night, cause Becca and I went to a huge beach party, I went to sleep at 5:30am, and now I was tired as hell. I didn't think that Harry would come around before maybe some hours, so I fast decided that I could get some sleep, then maybe I could take a bath, and when he arrived I would be fresh and awake. That sounded like a great idea.

With a slow working mind, cause of the overwhelming tiredness, I pulled off my dress, and threw it on the floor, following my bra. I wasn't wearing any shoes or socks. I climbed in under the blanket, feeling the soft pillow under my head. I felt myself getting even more tired, and I yawned out loud, then I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the feeling on fresh hot air coming through the open window, and the birds singing.

The sound of running water from the shower, the sound of pots and pans from downstairs, and the sound of steps on the staircase, made me feel even more tired. Just like when I was younger, I always fell asleep or got extremely tired to the sound of football/soccer on the TV, just the background sound made me tired. I closed my eyes, and couldn't remember the last time I had been as tired right now.

Harry's P.O.V

Becca told me that she was in her room, upstair, then to the left, two doors down the hall, and then the door on the left side. With a view out into the street. The door into her room was wide open, and I knew that she wasn't expecting me to be here all ready, so I just hoped that I wouldn't disturb her while changing or something, or well... A part of me hoped that I would.

I walked up to the door, and looked into the room. The window was open, and everything looked nice, a white wooden table full of make up and perfume, stood on the right side of her bed, with a light wooden chair with a soft pillow seat.

There was a tall mirror as well, but it wasn't what my eyes stopped at... It was the slowly moving blanket, and the peaceful face of an angel, with closed eyes, and messed up hair, on it's way out of a loose pony tail. A smile grew on my lips, as I stood in the door, watching her. She was truly beautiful, but she was still not allowed to own my heart, even though she did... No! She didn't, I couldn't make myself let her get me. Friends... maybe with benefits, that was everything we ever would be.