Palas

9. "You can touch me everywhere."

I move inside to place my ear against the wall trying to hear what is going on. I only hear muffled sounds and cracks, nothing that makes clear what he’s doing. I stand there for some more minutes trying to define the loud bang against his window, but nothing comes to me.

I’m surprised to see it is already eleven in the evening and I eagerly strip down to go to bed. I haven’t seen Rosie since this morning and I assume she went to Little Italy straight after work. I’m proud at myself for staying in, all alone and to not even cry. Is it possible to change in three days? I guess being here forces you to adjust, I am sure that if I were home, it would be a different story.

I hug my pillow thinking of James. It isn’t that we sleep together that often because his parents don’t like it. My dad couldn’t care less. He trusts me and know he has nothing to worry about. After a lot of interrogating I confessed to him that I lost my virginity to James and that we’re still figuring things out. I left it at that, since it is clearly a subject I don’t like to talk about. I don’t even discuss it with Sage because honestly, there isn’t much to talk about.

Although James is patience with me, I hope that I change soon. It’s just that I don’t always feel like having sex with him because it is a bit dull. Not even close to Fifty Shades of Grey, but maybe my expectations are too high after watching almost every romantic movie made. I’m not sure why but the last three days have giving me some hope because I definitely want to be near him. I’m not sure if it is sex that I want, or just someone to hug. I’m afraid it is the lather. I guess we’ll see when James comes to visit in two month.

I hear another loud bang from Harry’s room and I groan, afraid that I won’t get any sleep tonight. Is he destroying his room or something? A few seconds later I hear what can only be a woman and my cheeks redden when I realize what is happening.

I know Rosie mentioned him being good in bed, but I wasn’t expecting him to be some Godzilla. The girl is definitely having a better time than me all alone in my bed with a pillow. Her screams tell me only one thing, Harry is good.

I can’t help myself as I make my way out of my bed to the door. It’s a good thing that Rosie isn’t here. I’m not sure how she will react. Probably not with the same curiosity as me. Then it hits me, what if it is Rosie who I heard screaming?

I open the door and for a moment I think of knocking on Harry’s door to tell him to keep it quiet. It sure would be a great comeback after he stole my phone and I remember my own phone laying on the ground. I hurry back to the balcony to pick it up relieved to see the screen still intact.

When I hear a door open in the hall, I tip toe back and see a girl walking towards the exit. We briefly have eye contact and I notice the glow on her skin. Her brown hair is messy and she fails at walking on her high heels. She looks over her shoulder and I wonder if he is waving her goodbye. I move myself towards the door to close it, but I can’t help to take a glimpse to Harry’s door.

He leans in the doorway, typing on his phone and I curse when my own phone bleeps. This time there is no other sound to drown out my ringtone and Harry looks up in surprise. For a moment I think I even scared him.

“Don’t fall Harry.” I have to say it although it was just a flinch in his body, barely noticeable.

He doesn’t look impressed, if anything he looks ashamed. His face is red and not from the activity because he wasn’t flustered before my phone went off. He looks over my shoulder to see if the girl is really gone and I take the moment to scan his body. He’s only wearing black boxers and I swallow all the things that cross my mind when I see him like this.

“Nice try,” he says before he closes the door and I am glad he does. I wouldn’t know what else to say to him.

I look to my phone to see that it was Harry who made it ring. It surprises me that he texted me right after he had sex with a random girl. At least I haven’t seen her before and according to his rule, I never will see her again.