"Not now" green haired boy grabs me by the arm and drags me out with him.
"What's going on..?" I'm in massive confusion. Why was Harry crying..? And who is Gemma? And why is this punk dragging me from a flat that I'm not even suppose to be in... Take it slow Eleanor.
"I'm going into my apartment.." I say.
He lets go of my arm and says "what about your suitcases?" Shit. I forgot them downstairs. Ugh...
"Here stay put. I will bring them for you." He says. He seems much more relieved. I smiled at him and nodded in agreement.
"Thank you Mark" I say.
"You are very welcome my dear, if there is anything else I can do for you I will be down stairs! Bye now and i hope you like your new apartment!"
I smile once more. The key fits right in. I open the door and breathe in "Finally..!" The apartment is furnished as my mum had mentioned to me and thank god for that. There is a huge window by the living room. I walk over to open it and a huge breeze comes in.
"Ah.. Where would you like these to go?" The green haired boy is back.
"Anywhere is fine" I say staring out the window.
"I'm really sorry about what happened and thank you so much for helping me.." He goes on. It was certainly what I was not expecting once I got here..
"It's okay. I understand" actually I really don't understand. I'm really curious about this Harry and why he was passed out... Not answering his friend's calls...
"My .. My name is Michael by the way." He looks down.
"I'm Eleanor, you can call me El if you like" I smile at him and he smiles back.
"Well I have to go now.. Umm can you give me a call once Harry wakes up..?" What? What the hell? You want me to babysit your drunk passed out friend across the hall?! No absolutely not!
"Yes" I spit. WHY ELEANOR?!
"Okay, Thanks.. Here's my phone number." He writes it down and puts it on the counter.
I'm trying to remember why I came here in the first place to be honest.. Nothing is going the way I planned. NOTHING. I'm standing in the middle of my apartment looking like an idiot.
"Hey, I could maybe show you around New York tomorrow?" Michael came back.
"Tomorrow is Monday.. I have to NYU..?" I say with a confused expression on my face.
"Oh.. Tonight then? Yeah tonight.." He taps the door and leaves without giving me the choice to answer.
I try to run after him to explain myself.. I just got here I need to take a shower and sleep.. This is too much.
He's gone for good and I'm outside my apartment. Harry's door is still wide open. If I have to watch him might as well go in.. What the hell Eleanor no. He doesn't even know who I am. For all I know he might wake up and shoot me.
"Hello..?" I say. I'm not sure if he's still passed out.. I don't know what to do in these situations. This is why i should not have strict parents. This is why my parents should have let me go to parties with Perrie and Zayn... ZAYN! yes he would know what to do.
"Hey I just got to New York and I can't really explain much but how do you take care of a passed out drunk..?" I text him as fast as i can.
"A passed out drunk? Where the hell are you? And who is this passed out drunk??" Zayn responds.
"My neighbor.. He's passed out." I text back.
"Eleanor you just got to New York. What the hell..?" I'm not ready to explain myself all I know is that I need to help Harry. Why? I don't know I just have this feeling in my gut.
"Just wait until he wakes up.. He should be fine.." Zayn continues. Ugh thank god he's understanding. Bless your heart Malik.
"Thanks, I'll text you details later" I shut off my phone and run in to see if Harry has woken up yet or not.
