Gravity| h.s

7.

Release Date: 12th July 2014.

It has been an hour. An hour since I was forced to make out with Harry Styles. The guy who teases me, torments me, stares at me in class. It has also been an hour since I left the clammy fraternity house in Brooklyn and I am regretting it emensely. The atmosphere around me is dull and haunting as there is nobody in sight. Trying my hardest, I make my way out of Brooklyn and to Manhattan as best as I can remember the direction Ethan took. I don't drinking helped either, did it?

Stumbling through the bitter wind I attempt to dial a cab service of my phone. There is no reception. Of course there isn't. I am in the middle of nowhere. I am literally as nowhere as I can be. Keeping to a straight line, I inhale the toxic air and cough.  The scene around me displays an old warehouse street, dotted with old, cardboard boxes and other essentials that would have been necessary for shipping and stocking whenever this place was running. 

The sun peaks up from the bottom of the earth, it's bright light barely visible, but it still has an effect on the sky, changing it's perimeter colours of yellows to whites to baby blues. All colours that show that they sun will shine in a matter of hours. I didn't  realise I had spent so much of the night in Brooklyn, but then again, I have been walking around for an hour, hoping to get home....and failing miserbly.

Suddenly, a faint sound of a humming engine fills the empty vaccum. I can feel in approach towards me, not just past me, but like it is waiting for me. Ignoring it, I continue my tirsome  journey through the streets, hoping that it isn't some man who thinks that I am a prostitute.

The daggers froim the vehicle peer into my back, making me very uncomfortable. I don't know what to do. What if they don't want money or valuables. What if they want me? I have heard of these things happening to young women when they are on their own. I shutter to think of anything like that ever happening again. I pick up my pace, turning corner after corner as the vehicle follows me intentively, humming as if it wants to annoy me. And then it hits me.

Swirling my body in full motion, I face the phantom that has been on my tail. I recognise the faint orange Chevy, but it's not only until I see the driver that I freak out. Harry Styles. His serious face examines me through the windscreen as he frowns. I proceed my course of action and keep walking down the darker part of the road, not seeing what is in front of me.

"Do you want a ride?" Harry's heartless and stern voice says through the glassless window. His movements are just too fast for me to recognise them on time. It frightens me how he knew where I was and how he unexpectedly shows up, trying to rescue me. No, not now. Not after what just happened.

"Go away." I mumble just loud enough for him to hear it as I hug my arms for warmth. 

"Aw, c'mon, Ella." He groans in annoyance. The truck follows me as I walk." Just let me take you home. What happened back there is nothing."

Nothing? That's all it was? I scoff. "Listen, Harry. I don't know what makes you think I need your help, but I don't, okay?" I didn't want him thinking that I am something he has to look after now just because we kissed. I'm some dog that licked his face. I am a girl. A girl who he likes to play with. 

Harry laughs aloud, causing me to shoot his indignanted look. " What is so fucking funny?" I cry at him, stopping in my tracks.

"You're g-going the wrong way." He stutters as he tries, and fails,  to hold in his tittering. 

"Well,maybe I'm taking a different route than you." I say matter-of-factly, folding my arms across my chest as I start to troop through the morning. 

Harry begins to laugh even harder, chasing me with slow speed as he catches up to me. " There's only one way back to Jefferson Park, Ella."

Pausing, I gape at him. God, he always has a fucking answer for everything , doesn't he? I inspect his facial features, which are now overdosed with expressions that are taunting and rude. Why is he doing this to me? Can't he just leave me be like everyone else. " How did you find me?" My voice is frightened, something that I wasn't expecting. I want to hit myself in the face. Sure why shouldn't I? Everyone else did.