Greaser

33. Good News

N I A L L

“Thank you, sir.”

The man in the suit offered his hand out for a shake, a polite smile on his lips. “Please, call me Danny.”

I put my hand in his, “Niall Horan. Again, thank you.”

“Happy doing business with you, Mr. Horan. Where is the rest of your crew?”

“Oh they’re back at the motel we’ve been crashing at.”

I looked around at the empty house that would soon enough be filled with the furniture Mary would find suitable.

“I think you guys will find this house likeable.” I took in a deep breath, nodding my head in response. He walked out, leaving me be in the completely empty, clean home. I smiled, imagining Tony running through the front door after hours of being at school, and Mary telling him to slow down because someone was going to get hurt. Then, she would smile over at me while I set the table for the first proper meal she insisted she cook that night. Her hair would be lightly curled, from slowly deflating through the day while she made her runs to the grocery store just down the block. We would all eat dinner around the new table, a large table that Mary argued that we needed right away even though we’ve been doing fine without one. Tony would blab on about his day without even taking a breath. Mary and I would just smile at each other, because we would both be thinking the same thing. This story had to end at some point, and I would be able to get my word in about my day and so would Mary.

“I almost forgot to leave you with the keys.” Danny stood in the doorway, setting the keys on the front window sill.

“Right,” I lightly chuckled, “Thank you.” I shoved my hands in my front pocket before taking it upon myself to go roaming around the house. It was halfway ours. We were half way there to being house owners. I leaned against the wooden frame of mine and Mary’s future bedroom. Picturing a king sized bed in the middle of the room, and a vanity on Mary’s side. And I imagine she would want some kind of floral print bedding like she had back in Rockland. Course, if I had my way the comforter wouldn’t spend much time actually on the bed, just a simple white sheet to cover our bodies because we took it upon ourselves to have fun after Tony went to bed. I grinned, blushing at myself when I imagined her body lying in bed the next morning.

I quickly pushed myself off the door frame, stalking towards the front door. She was probably awake by now. I snuck out early this morning and called the realtor from the front desk, which Aubrey’s aunt was more than happy to let me borrow.

I’d hate to have Mary panic seeing my empty space in bed next to her. I didn’t want her to think that I was ditching her, or getting scared off with buying and moving into a new house in town. Flashes of last night hit my brain, her hands on my back, and my breath trailing down her neck. Yet no matter how good last night was, I would be okay with never doing it again. I’ve known Mary for almost seven months at this point, and not once had I thought of her in that way until a few weeks ago. I guess I never really had the time to actually fantasize about her. But our relationship was already good. So good that it didn’t need the sex to give us something to hold onto.

The way Mary constantly admires Tony when he tells pointless stories, shows that she really does care about him. She cares about what he has to say even if the story has no meaning, and even if she has already heard it before.

I took the steps two at a time, nearly slipping on the third lunge because it had been raining all morning. I sighed, reaching the top of the stairs on the floor we were on. Slowly reaching room 305. I pulled the key from my back pocket, sliding it into the jagged slot, turning the knob slowly and quietly. If she wasn’t already awake, I didn’t want to wake her up to me coming into the room fully dressed. I smiled at the sight in the middle of the room, her hair only partially covered her face, and her arm was draped over her waist. The white sheet covering almost every inch of her body. I slid off my jean vest, kicking my boots to the side before kneeling on the bed and quietly murmuring her name. “Mary.”