Gravity| h.s

10.

        Release Date: 16th July 2014.

Harry Styles is the first thing that comes into mind when I wake up the following morning. My recent vow still being fresh in my conscience, I try to devise a way to figure out the mysterious phantom.  There are just too many pieces that just don't add up. Like him knowing where I work and he bumped into me right after I ran from the attacker. It sounds insane, I know that, but I need to know everything about him. It is becoming some sort of an obsession. I hate him and I want him.....too much.

The dull, depressing drizzle from outside peaks in through my curtains, causing my body to naturally groan with hatred for autumn. It is nothing personal, just the course of human nature. Sighing, I sit up on my bed, running a hand down the knots of my hair. The humming buzz from my alarm attracts my attention, resulting in amidiate panic. It is half eight. Shit! I am late!

Discarding the covers of my sweat saturated body, I race to the bathroom, stripping my pajamas off my body as I sprinted. Without reaching into my routine shower, I hastfully shrug into a comfortable skinny jeans, ugg boots, a brown leather jacket and a crisp white shirt, allowing my hair to wave unrefined and drown myself in perfume. Once again, I hurry out of the en suite as I make my way to the kitchen.

Bianca is up, wearing her Spongebob pajamas as she leans over textbooks and a note pad, furiously scribbling down notes. It's a shock to the system to see her up this early and doing homework. I guess college really does change people. Here I am, ready to spy on a guy I hate with a firey passion, seeking clues with Bianca sitting in our kitchen with her head buried in books. However, I know what's going on. She wants to keep herself occupied to talk to me after what happened with my dad. 

I am still pissed with Bianca over her current faux-pas, but I can also see where she was coming from. She knows that my dad has always been worrying about me and my uninterest in the male species, and she thought by telling him that I am crushing on a guy that he would think I was living. She reckoned that if she told him that this guy is someone so profound and exciting that it would display a picture of me acting like a young girl for once instead of the shy, innocent and smart bookworm that I am. However, my father didn't see it that way. But her constant pleas and cries for mercy had melted my heart a little and I feel it's about time that she has suffered enough.

Exhaling deeply, I put on a warm smile. " Hey, Bianca," I call as I rush to the refridgerator, collecting my cheese and tomato panini. "Why didn't you wake me?" There's a hint of irration in my voice as I fill my bag with my sandwich, but I knock it out.

She grins sheepishly up at me and whispers hoarshly. " I'm sorry, Ella. I didn't know what time it was." She glances down at her watch and her eyes augment with horror. "God, it's late."

I laugh a little as I reply. " I know. I need to get going." I pass around her heading for the door, my steps quickening with anxiety. I am going to be so late and I don't think Dr. Evans will still be boastful about my last A if I am tardy.

"Hey Ella?" Bianca's voice rises innocently at the end, making her sentence a polite and naive question, sounding like me. Well, according to her, it does.

 "Yeah?" I ask frantically, spinning around to face her sad and pleading expression. I feel extremely bad as I look into her round eyes and hope that it isn't a question about my ignorance. I am never mad at Bianca. Since we met, I have only fallen out with her once and that it's wasn't major. I dread for the day that we don't speak at all.

"We're okay.....aren't we?" Her voice is a bit unsure of the query, but her eyes say it all. Gripping the straps of her T-shirt out of stress, she tries a small smile. All I want to do is hug her, but the time on my watch, indicating that it is ten to nine, begs to differ.