I shut the door and walk in to Harry's place. "We need to talk." I say.
He walks, I say "sit down it's just a talk." He smiles politely back at me, I stare politely right on through.
Some sort of window to my right, as he goes left and I stay right. Between the lines of fear and blame, I begin to wonder why I came.
"So how are you liking it here?" Harry brakes the silence.
"I haven't had enough rest."
"Yeah, I can tell. I as well had not enough proper rest without you here." He sighs. I would make a 'Lou' comment about that but I decide against it.
"I want to know a little more about you.." I trail off.
" when I was younger, I ran the office and tended the cabins and grounds and did the errands for my mother. The ones she allows I might be capable of doing." He looks at me like he is telling a little child a story.
"And did you go out with friends?"
"Well.. A boy's best friend is his mother."
"What about Lou?"
"When we were younger we fought a lot. I'm a boy and she's a girl. It only started really working out when we were in like eight grade. I know I've told you some stuff before about my dad and such."
"Yeah." I whisper.
"My mum used to tell me 'It's only right you should play it the way you feel it' and I did when I left."
"But what did everyone think when you left?"
"I said to Lou that I had to leave and start my life over. She was like "no please stay here, we don't need no money. We can make it all work." But i headed out on sunday, said i'd come back on monday. She stayed waiting, anticipating and pacing but I was chasing paper.. I was caught up in the game." He looks down then takes a deep breath and look back up at me.
"Through all that and coming here to America, I learned that thunder only happens when it's raining, players only love you when they're playing. Women, they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean you know." He adds. His words are really deep but understandable. Harry is the type of person that even if he needs help he won't reach out to people... But he reached out to me.
"Like a heartbeat drives you mad in stillness of remembering of what you had and what you lost." I whisper.
"Exactly." He replies and his eyes meet mine. Dark green and mysterious. "Where were you today?" He asks.
"Well I.. I went to NYU to catch up with everything I missed then.." I don't want to tell him but I know me and my mouth will tell." I went clubbing with Luke."
He looked up at me as fast as he can. I'm aware that is not what he had expected me to say because he thinks that I'm a good girl, a strait A student. I'm really into all that self improvement. I'm good at school, I'm never truant. I can speak french and he thinks I'm fluent. Because every night I study hard in my room, at least that's what Harry and my parents assume.
"Can you repeat that please?"
"I went clubbing with Luke."
"That bastard." He says under his breath.
"That bastard" I mock him "is my friend." I add. "I wanna sleep."
"Fine, have it your way." He gets up.
"If I had it my way Harold, I wouldn't be sitting here and sleeping at your place!" I yell as he his walking away then I throw a pillow at his.
"Ouch, shit! What is wrong with you." He trips over it and falls. Crap, I only wanted to lighten his mood but I think I hit his broken arm as well. I rush over to see if he is okay.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I just.. I just didn't want you to be mad at me." I put a strand of hair behind my ear.I'm on my knees next to him laying on the floor.
He takes the pillow and hits me with it. "No don't! I'm not armed! I can't hit you back" I giggle as he is hitting me with the pillow. "And I'm a great actor." He laughs.
"I don't think you should be pissed at me because one, Luke and I are only friends. Two, I didn't drink nor do I like some people" I wink. " three I will never consider Luke more then a friend and finally four, I do whatever the hell I want and you have no right to tell me what to do."
"Who says I'm mad at you?" He sits up.
"You seemed like it."
"Things aren't always what they seem."
"Yeah but.. "
"Oh this look?" He gives me the same look he did about five minutes ago. "That's just the famous Harry look."
"Famous?"
"Yeah. I was a famous trouble making lad back when."
"Still are."
"Eh.. Not as bad anyways."
"I feel for your mother." I laugh.
"I don't want to talk about her. She deserves worst than the treatment I gave her."
"Why? Don't say that. She's your mother Harry."
"I have nothing to do with her anymore."
"But why?"
"I rather not say." He looks away. " but I hear your a good artist." He changes the subject fast. Oh shit. I think Lou told him.
"I doodle here and there."
"You think you could draw me some time?" He winks.
"Sure." I act as if I have no idea what he is talking about. "Well, I should go to bed now.. I'm going out tomorrow with a friend."
"And who might that be?"
"Louis. I met him at the airport. He's a really nice footballer with a wicked sense of humor."
"Sounds like the full package." He groans.
"No, not for me." I smile assuring him that Louis is not my type.
"Okay, well.. Ermm.. Will you sleep in my bedroom?"
"Okay on one condition."
"And what might that be?"
"No sharing beds."
"Deal." He rolls his eyes.
"I'll take the floor."
"Alright."
I lay my blanket on the floor and turn off the light. Harry lays his long body on the bed and puts his hands on his stomach as he looks up at the empty ceiling.
"Eleanor."
"Yeah?"
"I don't know if you know this, but i never open up to people and it's quiet odd that I did to you." He stays still.
"Why me?"
"Not so sure."
"Goodnight Harold."
"Goodnight Eleanor."
Harry falls fast asleep and falls off his bed to land right next to me. I get up and take his bed and he ends up sleeping on the ground instead. It's been a long day and Harry's bed is hella warm and cozy.
