"Here we are." Harry said as the elevator opened up to his apartment. I guess that's a perk of having the penthouse suite and owning the building.
We stepped out of the elevator and it was like being in a movie. Everything was neat and very modern. The big living room and spacious kitchen were next to each other. There was a hallway extending out and some stairs.
I walked over to the row of windows that over looked the city. The city below didn't know of how I was looking down upon them from this view. It was beautiful and if I looked straight ahead the city lights were illuminating.
"Come on. I'll show you around." Harry said grabbing my hand, making my hand tingle.
We walked over to the slightly curved staircase and walked up the stairs. I was in some sort of dream obviously. At the top of the stairs was his room. It was a big bed that looked very comfortable. His closet door was open and revealed what looked like a him and her set up.
I let go of his hand and went over to another door and opened it. The bathroom was a light blue and their was a huge walk in shower with and waterfall shower. A bathtub was placed in the middle of the bathroom and a set of him and her sinks. The actual bathroom was tucked behind a door on the corner.
"Downstairs down that hallway was my game and movie room, an office, and a guest room." He said from the stairs where I left him.
"Oh."
"You can wear something of mine for tonight." He said walking into the closet.
I walked out of the bathroom and went to sit on the end of the bed. I looked around while waiting patiently. Everything in here was a reminder of my past.
"Here." Harry said shoving a shirt and shorts into my face.
I grabbed the items from him and pushed passed him towards the bathroom to change. I quickly changed clothes and washed my face before exiting the bathroom.
Harry was laying across the bed in shorts with no shirt exposing his tattoos, playing on his phone. He looked when he saw me and looked over the clothes with a smirk. Rolling my eyes I started towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
"The guest room." I said turning to face him.
"Why?" He asked.
"To go to sleep, why else would I go down to that room."
"There's a bed right here. It's big enough for us both."
"I don't trust you." I said with a frown.
"I won't try anything I promise. Just please come join me."
"Why would I do that? I know your just some man whore who probably had some random girl in here a couple hours before our 'date'. I don't want to sleep in your leftover filth." I snapped before walking down the stairs.
"Your wrong. Everything you just said is completely and utterly wrong. Where are you getting this from?" He asked while following me. When did he even get out of the bed?
"Oh really? Is that why every time I walk past a newsstand I see you and your latest conquest splattered on the papers? I don't want to be another girl!"
"Your funny, did you know that? All those girls are nothing. Merely just associates, yes I've slept around but trust me sweetheart when I say this. No one has ever been here besides a few friends and my family. So before your quick to label me, maybe you should stop being a judge mental person and open your eyes to realize your no angel either," He said coldly, "If you want to sleep down here I won't stop you."
