indecisive (on hold)

10.

"Oh..my..I..uh.." I stutter. I can't find my words.

Harry. He's here. Harry is here and he's right in front of me. I need to get out of here, now. The knob is turning blue. I quickly shut the door. The picture of his emerald eyes, burned into my mind. I stumble down the stairs, pushing people out the way. I mutter sorry as I shove people. I shuffle to the table, but Louis and Eleanor are no longer there. I rush to the living room, kitchen and yard. They are nowhere in sight. I text Louis saying I'm not feeling well and that I'm leaving. I am almost out the front door, until something stops me. 

"Liz!"

No. Don't stop. Get out of here now. 

I race down the front steps, quickly making my way to my car.

"Liz! Please stop!" Harry calls after me.

I swiftly turn to see where he is. He is coming down the steps. I turn back to the direction of my car and bump into someone. I look up and am met face to face with a boy. He has slight stubble and a little pot belly. His stench is enough to make me barf.

"Hello, Beautiful." He breathes into my face. His breath reeks of liquor and vomit. I gag and push past him, but he grabs my arm to stop me. "Where do you think you're going? Let's have some fun."

 "Let go of me!" I shove at his shoulder weakly and of course, he doesn't budge. Granted, I am nowhere near as close to my full force.

"I don't think so, baby." He pulls me closer to his body. I try to shake his arm off me, but he won't let go. 

"Hey!" Harry bellows.

The boy jerks his head to the voice. I take this opportunity to look around the large body and look at Harry. He is wearing tight black jeans, black converse and a black t-shirt. Wow, so colorful Harry.

"She said let her go." He stalks forward and stands over the boy. 

"S-sorry." The boy releases me and takes off in a jog, back to the house.  He nearly trips over himself as he tries to get inside.

I turn to Harry. I can't move. The last time I had talked to him was a disaster. And now, here he was. Right in front of me. He eyes are darker. His jaw more defined. He stares back at me. I can feel his body heat radiating off him. We are close. Too close. I can feel his hot breath on my forehead. I can't take this.

 "Thank y-you. I.ugh..bye Harry." I nod and turn to my car. 

"Liz." He breathes and I stop. "Please, can we talk?"

His voice sounds almost pleading. I find myself wanting to hug him, but I stand in place. I barely nod, but he catches it and smiles. His arm extends, offering his hand to me. I hesitantly take it.

"Liz, your hands are really cold." I jerk my hand from his and pull my sleeve over it.

"Yeah. It's kind of cold outside." 

"Eh, not really." He smirks and I roll my eyes.

We walk up to the house. I really don't want to go in there again, but I force myself and follow Harry.  We pass the bathroom I previously found him making out with a girl in and continue down the long hallway. Stopping at the last door, he pulls out a key and unlocks it. We step inside and I admire how big it was. My eyes fall to a bookshelf against the window. It is covered in books. One spot is empty, I gaze my eyes to the night table and find the book lying there. I strain my eyes from the doorway to see what it is. 

"You can come in." He smirks as he plops onto the bed. I nod and shut the door behind me. The room instantly falls silent, due to the noise from downstairs being cut off. I slowly walk over to him and sit next to him. I gaze at the book on the night table. Looking For Alaska. He reads John Green, too?