Harry H.S

ten

I couldn't sleep after that, all I did was stare outside as the raindrops hits the window. Raining in the middle of summer, that's Washington for you. I heard few yells right next to my wall and a slam of a door, I cringed and decided to play my own music. Blaring my own songs, muting the pounding on the wall, that was hopefully done by anything but having sex.

The sun shined through my white curtains, the weather has died down, it being cloudy instead of raining. I stood up from my bed, and march my way to the bathroom where I did my routine. I then decided to make breakfast for the three of us, waffles and bacon. I also made a cup of coffee for me.

Taking my part of the waffle and bacon, I took my plate and walked by at the round table. I ate my food in silence, until my phone alarm went on that I should get ready for work. I yawned, debating whether to call in sick or not. I do need the money, the next rent is due two weeks from now and I still need to pay my part. Letting out a whine, I decided to get ready for work.

Working as a florist at our local flower shop was never really my plan, but it pays well and it can be therapeutic. Making bouquet at the back can be so much fun, especially whenever I have to write the little notes it comes with, it's pretty funny whenever the buyer would ask for forgiveness after cheating or some stupid thing they've done. Even the sign off can be pretty funny, it can vary from lover to daddy, and well I choked multiple times writing it.

"Number eight," my manager said, passing me the little receipt of what is to be written on the note. After I made the white rose bouquet, I gather the little fancy ivory colored three by two card before writing in full cursive. Hoping that they can read my cursive, and so far no one has asked for a refund about my handwriting.

I read the note out loud, laughing as the girl and I having the same name. "Elizabeth, sorry about last night, H."

"I hope you don't forgive him," I whispered to myself, giving the bouquet it's finishing touches before storing it in the fridge.

Hours passed, twelve bouquets later I was finally off. I grabbed my stuff from the locker room, "see you tomorrow," I bid my goodbye, leaving the flower shop as it let out a ring when I opened the door.

The walk home was peaceful, no one really bothering me nor did I bother people. That's what I love about Seattle, that even though it's a city, it still felt safe unlike when I visit my birthplace New York where you have to yell at people to move out of your way. Or Los Angeles where bums roam the streets, and the smell of urine and cannabis evident everywhere.

I arrived at our floor, to find a bouquet of flower at our front door. I looked around hoping to find the culprit and return in knowing the got the wrong room. I picked it up, reading the message. I was gobsmacked to find it be the first bouquet I made today. I let out a scoff, walking to the door right next to mine.

Two knocks later, the door finally opened.

"No thank you," I told him, throwing the bouquet right at his chest. "Why? What did I do?" he asked, picking up the flowers.

"That's the thing. Nothing you absolutely did nothing, and please you are a popstar now, why don't you let go of that room already and stop bothering me with your screams about you coming to your high," I said, slamming the door shut locking it at the process. I let out a sigh, as I shook off my shoes, dropping my backpack right next to it.

I sprinted to my room, slumping straight on my bed. I pulled my white sheets over me, as sleep take over me. I needed it, hell I only got two hours of sleep last night.

Niall's laugh woke me up, knowing damn well that little Irish church boy is probably laughing at nonsense right now. I checked the time, and noticed it was already eight at night, meaning I had a four hour nap. Changing into some pajamas, I wrapped my robe around me exiting my room. Heading straight to the bathroom, I ignored my sister and her boyfriend.

I went out, and headed for the kitchen and grabbed myself a cup of water. I looked up, and choked on my water as it came out of my nose. I shut my eyes closed to ease the pain, I was now a coughing mess. "Jesus," I muttered, as Niall obviously laughed.

"Are you okay?" his voice filled with concern.

"What is he doing here?" I asked, ignoring his question pretending as if he did not exist.

"What happened to your cheek?" he asked, standing up, I glared an Niall who was staring at Harry. "Niall, where's Kate?" ignoring him.

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Niall, what was for dinner?" I turned, looking through the fridge to find it empty.

"Harry offered to take us out for dinner," Niall said. "I can't go, I- uh- my plants need me," I excused myself, and rushing to my room. Walking past him, as he tried to stop me.

A knock on my door, "go away Niall,"

"Not Niall,"

"Go away even more," muttering, but instead of doing so he opened the door. "May I come in?" he asked, "No," he entered my room, prick.

"Woah, your room changed a lot," he said looking around the room, "it has been two years," I mentally cursed at myself for answering.

"It's so different from all the posters that used to be up there," he said, pointing at the corner of my room. "And you have plants too," he exclaimed with joy, adoring my aloe vera plant and my other house plant.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he asked. "Why are you here in the first place?" ignoring his question.

"I wanted to know what happened there," he said pointing at now my healing bruise, I mentally cursed at myself for sleeping on my tummy, now all the makeup is gone.

"You can't possibly hate me Liz," I cringed at the nickname, "It's Lizzy, not Liz, not El, not Beth, but Lizzy," I told him, my arms crossed looking at the blank wall in front of me.

"I should be the one hating you, you never told me you were in a relationship," he let out a sigh, as he sat on the bed few feet away from me. "Was in a relationship," I mumbled, pouting knowing he was right. But he also did not have the right to steal a kiss, hell I still do not know him that well. "But I did not know that, kissing me was a part of your plan," I mumbled.

"So tell me what happened there-" he grabbed my arm examining the handprint wrapping my arm, "and this," he fumed. I looked at him to see him staring at it, he looks so deep in thought. "Was it because of me?" he whispered. I shook my head no.

"It was my fault, I shouldn't have went out with you, if not he wouldn't have done it," I finally responded with a whisper, pulling my arm away from him, scooting farther away. "And we would've still been dating," I choked to say. Even though Elliot hit me and scared the living daylights out of me every time we fight, I still loved him with all my might. Hell we have been dating for a year, and obviously I miss him, and us.

"That dick," he muttered. "No baby, it's never your fault," he said reaching for my hand, in which he held in between his. A tear escaped from my eye, quickly I wiped it away.

"Hey," he said, his hand reaching up my face, he placed his fingers on my chin tilting my head to face him. I did not notice how close he was. "It's going to be okay, I'm here now," he continued, kissing my forehead. I sobbed, before he pulled me into a hug. Ever since the incident, I never really got a chance to talk to someone about it, let alone sobbed to someone about it. Kate is on nurse duty all the time, as Niall not knowing how to comfort me, and also because he has to work all the time too.

"I'm hungry," Niall knocked on the door, as I pulled back from the hug chuckling as I wipe my tears.

"Let's go, before Niall ends up eating us," I joked, before standing, I let Harry out telling him I needed to change, in which he smirked to saying that I can change in front of him, which end up with me slapping his arm playfully before pushing him out. How can I not stay mad at this man?