The swearing gets louder and it sounds like someone is walking into the walls every two seconds.
“What the hell could possibly be going on out there?” Drake sighs, pausing Wolf creek and standing up.
“Harmony!!” My name is yelled from outside the apartment. The familiar voice echoes through my head. Oh god… I jump to my feet instantly, trying to get rid of the doona that’s tangled on top of me and Drake.
“Who is it?” He asks standing up next to me, throwing the doona back onto the couch.
“Uh...”
“Harmony answer your door!” He slurs this time his voice getting louder and I can hear the heel of his boots clicking on the corridor floor. He is definitely drunk. I can tell by his voice.
“Harmony?” Drake asks again and this time I walk towards the door, Drake following behind me.
“It’s… Harry.” I mumble stopping when I reach the door. The last thing I need is to deal with a drunk Harry.
“Don’t go out.” Drake warns me, blocking the door handle. What is he doing?
“I have too…”
“I will.” He tells me before turning around. He does realise he has no shirt on.
“Drake I don’t know-…” But before I can finish he is already out in the corridor confronting a drunk Harry, half naked.
I stand inside the door, my head peeking out a little, so Harry can’t see me. I have no clue why he is here or why I would be the person he would go to when drunk…
“Mate you need to leave.” Drake says sternly making Harry spin around from my door frame, now facing Drake. His eyes are blood shot and he has a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
“Who are you?” He slurs, standing himself up strong trying to look intimidating. But it’s not working, Drake is only a little bit shorter than him but is quite buff and looks really strong.
“The neighbour, now get out mate before I call the cops.” Drake warns him.
“Fuck off.” Harry retaliates turning back around to my apartment door. Why does he want to see me so bad? I don’t want to see him… the last encounter we had he kissed me.
“Get out of here.” Drake steps closer to him and I’m scared on what’s going to happen next. Harry is drunk and Drake is angry. This doesn’t look like a good mix.
“Where’s Harmony?” Harry is getting angry now, losing his patience.
“It’s none of your business really.”
“Watch it mate.” Harry spits now stepping in closer to Drake. I can practically see the tension between them and I know if I don’t step out soon, it’s not going to end well.
I attempt to pull my boxer shorts down my bare thighs and run my hands through my hair before slipping out the doorway into the corridor.
Both of them are staring at each other intently, giving warnings with their eyes. No one notices I have come out of the apartment so I walk towards them a little bit before speaking up.
“What do you want Harry?” I ask my voice coming out soft and defenceless. I am already feeling like shit and am still vulnerable about what has happened to me today. So the last thing I need is another confrontation with Harry. But is it weird to think I don’t mind fighting with Harry, because it ignites that fire of just being near him.
“Harmony what are you doing.” Drake scolds me turning around to lead me back into his apartment, but I refuse.
“He’s not going to leave till he sees me...” I tell Drake, confused on why that is the case myself. I don’t understand why he wants to see me and why he couldn’t have just left.
