Michael manages to take me home without saying a single word about the incident. Then I am left alone for the rest of the night.
There is an envelope at my from door with Harry's name on it all the way from England. It doesn't say who it's from just the address. My curiosity is killing me and I'm dying to know what it reads. To be honest, I don't want any problems anymore. With Harry at least. I put it in my school bag to give to him later.
Harry makes me so upset sometimes, I feel like I could lose my mind. The conversations go nowhere because he is never going to take me there. Here's my dilemma one half of me wants him and the other wants to forget, my dilemma from the moment I met him, I just can't get him out of my mind and I tell myself to run from him but I find myself attracted to my dilemma.
I can't decide if he is a good or not the best person to be with. So far from what I have learned is that he isn't the greatest influence but thats okay. Everyone has a good and bad side. we must embrace both in someone we love. There is just something about Harry that you don't typically find. in others. Something dangerous.
A knock on my door breaks my day dreaming about the one that's on my mind. I rush to open the door in wonder of who it could be at this hour, this late. Three A.M. to be specific.
It's Mr. Drunk Styles.
He puts his elbow against the wall and leans towards me.
"Man, it feels like I'm going through hell." He looks down.
"If you're going through hell, keep going. You might make it before the devil knows you are there." I laugh.
"You have quite the attitude problem." He looks up with a shocked face. He's so drunk he can't even control his face expression. This is amusing to me.
"I don't have an attitude problem, You have a problem with my attitude and that is the problem." I cross my arms.
"Will you go to dinner with me?" He stutters.
"You are drunk. Go home." I attempt to shut the door but his large hands stop it.
"No. Will you?"
"Women don't like questions."
"Okay. Go with me to dinner tomorrow."
"That's bossing me."
"I'm going for dinner tomorrow. Would you like to join me?"
"No." I shut the door and laugh as hard as I can.
"Eleanor. Please don't leave me out here." He whines like a baby behind my door, knocking as hard as he can.
I open the door once more for him, "life is unfair, Harold." I shrug.
"Life is fair because it is unfair to everyone. You and I just happen to be victims of it.. And everyone else on this earth." He looks at me with his red eyes. What he just said is pretty deep for a drunk at three in the morning.
"Well.. Uhm.." I stutter. "Asking me to dinner will not change my mind about being upset with you Harry. What you did to night was-"
"Yeah. I understand but we can talk about things. Just you and I? No one around. We rarely have time with each other. Please take this chance?" He begs.
"You are too drunk right now to even remember tomorrow that you ever asked me."
"Forget? How can I? What does the word 'forget' even mean when it comes to you?" He scoffs as if the idea has never occurred to him.
"You're an idiot, Goodnight Harold." Is all that comes out of my mouth. I shut the door in his face, it felt rude calling him an idiot but I panicked and I said it so fast it was hard to take it back. He is drunk anyways.
