TWO GHOSTS

Chapter Twenty Seven / I'm Your Dork.

Ruth stopped, her eyes scanning you. You panted heavily, your legs quivering. She smirked, her green eyes lit brightly. She jogged back toward you, "Keep up the pace, we still have a mile to go." She was taking too much enjoyment out of this. You sighed, your eyes facing down to the cement below. How did she manage to talk you into a morning jog? How is she not tired? You shot your head up, catching her slowly jogging away. You picked it up. You walked over to the nearest bench, sitting down. You drank from the half-filled water can you gripped against your palm. 

The water never tasted as good as it did now.

Ruth noticed your absence, jogging back to you. She stood in front of you, placing a hand on her waist, "Get your ass up." She reached over, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. You groaned, but allowed yourself to be pulled up. As soon as she started to jog, you regrettably jogged along with her. You stayed by her side, not sure whether or not she was purposely slowing down or you were catching up on your own.

"Niall wants to have dinner." She spoke without any trouble.

"That--sounds--nice." You said, panting between each breath.

"I really like him."

"Good--you--deserve--better than--Adam." You finally stopped in your tracks, breathing in steadily. You placed your hands on your knees, your ponytail going over your head as you placed your head down.

Ruth stopped too, "Niall gives me...butterflies." She smiled to herself, "He's the sweetest." She turned to you, placing her hands on her knees to lean down to your level, "Can you do me a huge favor?"

"What is it?" You asked, your breathing becoming regular.

"He has a friend, Zayn--"

"Please tell me you're not asking me to go on a double date."

Ruth scrunched up her nose, "Well...me and Niall are going on a date. It can be a friend thing between you two."

"Why can't I bring Harry?" You asked, starting to walk. She followed beside you, "Niall wants Zayn to get out more and have more experience with people. He's a huge introvert, apparently." Ruth glanced over to you, "So I may or may not have told him I was bringing a friend." You two stopped again. Ruth gave you puppy eyes and playfully pouted, "Pretty please? One night."

You rolled your eyes with a grin, "Puppy eyes, really?"

"I won't tell Harry." She teased.

You turned your back to her, "You're lucky you're my best friend." You started to run again.

Ruth paused before smiling and running alongside with you, "Did you just call me your best friend?"

"Did I?" You teased.

Ruth bowed as she ran, "I would be honored to be your best friend." You two both chuckled alongside with one another.

. . .

Sweaty and tired, you returned home. You said goodbye to Ruth who mentioned you'd be picked up at 7. You walked in, finding Harry playing the guitar with music sheets scattered on the floor. He looked up to you, "How was your run?"

"My face is red, you tell me." You grinned. You glanced at the music sheets, "New song?" You walked over and sat beside him on the floor. Harry nodded, gathering the sheets into a pile, "I went a different route of music, completely different from Sweet Creature...haven't named it yet though." He looked at you, "Wanna take a bath?"

"Oh right, yeah, I probably smell." You got up from the floor, noticing Harry was following you into the bathroom. You turned around to shut the door, slightly shoving him. Before you could speak, he put a finger up to your lips. You felt him turn your body around, his hands gliding against your skin until he hooked his hands onto your shorts, pulling them down along with your knickers, or underwear. Entranced by his touch, you let him. Harry stripped your top as well before unhooking your bra effortlessly. His breath brushed against your ear, "Get the bath ready, love."