Pictures Of You <3

Chapter 4

   The bright sun shining through the window woke me up. “Where am I?” I asked myself. I was wrapped in white bed sheets. One leg sticking out of the blankets. I was wearing a man shirt. “Wait, what?” I said looking at the shirt again. Then it all came back to my head. “God. I’m gonna be late for work.” I said as I threw myself off bed. I looked at the clock on the night table. 10:00am. I have never slept this much, I never sleep! It’s impossible. I quickly ran to the bathroom and cleaned my face. I took the shirt off and fold it. I quickly put my clothes on but didn’t find my sneakers. “Where are they?” I said looking for them under the bed. I remembered yesterday sitting next to Harold on the couch, that’s where I took my shoes off. I  opened the room door not making any noise. I tip-toed to the couch trying not to wake up Harold .

  Harold was completely fallen asleep. He was wearing nothing but black Tom Hilfiger boxers. He looked so warm and strong, it made me want to cuddle up with him but I couldn’t. I pulled my shoes from under the couch hoping for him not to wake up. I quickly put them on and gave one last look to Harold before opening the door. I lied on the door and smiled at him. It was funny how he slept in the same position as I did; With one leg out of the blankets.

  I gently closed the door and found my way out. Before coming out of the building I checked through the doors to see if there were some papparazzis around but they weren’t. I hid my hands on my pockets and looked down, just in case. No paparazzis, instead the street was really calm.

  I sat on a bank waiting for a cab to pass by. I glanced back at my clock. A cab slowly turned and I quickly made signs for it to stop. I opened the door and “Emily!!! Wait! Emily!” I looked back and there he was. He came running to me wearing nothing but his boxers and a plain white shirt. I smiled at the fact that he came back running for me. I stared into his eyes expecting to be kissed for the first time ever. I smiled, waiting. “You forgot your camera” he said handing my camera back. I felt like I was flying so high in the moment he came running but when he said this it was like I bumped and fell write on my face. “Oh! Thanks” I said. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and went into the cab.

    “Emma! Emma! Open the door!” She quickly opened the door. I had my keys and phone in the photography class bus. “Emma!” I kept hitting the door. “Wait!” She unlocked it and opened it.

 “Where were you?!” she asked worried. I smiled when I remembered everything

“It’s complicated” I said.

“I can see it in your face! You were with a guy!” She mocked me.

“Yeah I was but I don’t like him!” I argued. “Yeah right” “It’s true I don’t even know his last name! And I don’t even know if he gave me his real name!” I said.

“Why didn’t you come home last night?”

“I promise I will explain when I come back! I promise just let me take a bath and go to the bakery!” I said running to the bathroom.

“You can’t tell me while you bath?” She insisted.

“You are such a curious girl!” I said getting in the bathtub.

  I told her everything while I bathed. From the moment we met till this exact moment, everything. All she did was giggle. I took the towel and wrapped it around. “You should date or something!” she said.

“No. I think he is cute but I mean he is a really sad guy plus he is famous. I don’t really want to get in to a mess.” I said.

“I think it would be amazing if you guys were together or just dated! I mean he is apparently a real depressed boy and so are  you! You guys would completely understand and support each other. ”

“I don’t know… He doesn’t believe in love”

“Like if you do” She added sarcasm. “Can’t you see you guys are perfect for each other!”

“Emma! I am not interested in any romance life, love is stupid in my opinion” I said while putting my uniform on.

 “It’s not!” She argued while I packed my photography class clothes in a bag.

 “Hey, Umm we will talk about that later” I said as I left the house. Of course we wouldn’t talk about that later, I always tend to avoid this kind of conversations.