Hadley: An Ansel Elgort Fan Fiction

Chapter 4

I smiled back.

Someone near us cleared their throat. I looked up to see a young woman around 21 or so standing in Ansel's driveway. Ansel stood up.

"Sis, what're you doing here? You should've called..."

She looked at Ansel, me, then back to Ansel. She wore a black blazer, leather pants, and black booties. She was blond and beautiful... and short. I'd expected everyone in Ansel's family to be giants, like him.

"I did; about a hundred times."

Ansel looked down. He looked... nervous? No way. A guy like Ansel, there's no way he ever got nervous.

"Soph, this is my friend Hadley. Hadley, this is Sophie my older sister."

I stood up and she reached for my hand. She looked me up and down, and then said, "Nice to meet you."

"Same to you," I told her.

"I want to see Peach, Ansel," Sophie said with a sudden urgency.

"Of course, c'mon Hadley," Ansel replied, taking my hand.

I wanted to pull away, to tell him we couldn't do this, but he pulled me into the house and Sophie followed.

We stepped into a small laundry room and Ansel tugged my hand into the kitchen.

"You guys want something to drink, iced tea or water?"

"No thanks," I said.

"I didn't come here to chat with you and your girlfriend and drink iced tea. I need to see Peach, where is she?" Sophie snapped.

I looked down at our hands; fingers still entwined, and dropped mine. Ansel noticed, I could tell by the way he abruptly looked down. He quickly recovered and told Sophie Peach was upstairs resting. She thanked him and walked away.

"What's with her?" I asked as he handed me a glass of water.

"I don't know. She lives in New York, she's a photographer. I don't get why she would come all the way here just to talk to Peach."

We sat on stools at the modern, bar style dining table.

"So you and Sophie aren't close either?"

"Not really. Not since I moved back here."

"So you lived in New York?"

"Born and raised." He beamed.

"I went there once, New Years a few years ago with my parents. It was so surreal, nothing like Indiana."

He laughed. "Not at all. What're your parents like?"

"My dad works a lot, he's a sales rep for Eli Lilly in downtown Indianapolis, and my mom's an attorney. They're basically living in a loveless."

"You're so optimistic." He smiled. "That's actually kind of sad."

I shrugged. "My mom's just been a real bitch lately; my dad is never home and I know she's hurting but she needs to do something about it. You're never going to change something and get what you want if you just sit around all the time."

"It's affecting you," he said.

"Not really..." I looked down. I guess it was. I don't know it did suck never having my dad around. My mom might as well have not been around either.

"It is. You're lonely, aren't you?"

I glared at him. "What are you getting at? You're gonna convince me I'm lonely so I can cry on your shoulder and you can get with me or some shit?"