I'm Yours

Chapter Five

It's Saturday morning and instead of going out on my usual run in Central Park, I'm still laying in bed.

Amber finally went home after her dad literally drove here and dragged her out of my apartment. Part of me misses her but I enjoy the moments of silence I have for myself now.

For the past two days I've been feeling a bit down. After that horrid encounter with Dirty Ken and my mother's reaction, my mind has been torturing me. If there was some sort of medal for a person with the most bad luck, I'll definitely win the gold.

There is also one other thing that just keeps gnawing at me, and that is the fact that Harry hasn't called or texted me. I'm not sure if I'm misreading signals, but I'm pretty sure he likes me. I know I shouldn't be putting myself out there and I've been trying really hard but its just something about Harry that just draws me to him. It could be the way his eyes change a lighter shade of green when he smiles or the way he scratches the back of his neck when he's nervous. But whatever it is, I want to know more.

After what seems like hours, I manage to drag myself out of bed. The day seems to fly by once I get all my chores out of the way.

After around 4pm, I decide to do my laundry. The laundry room is usually empty after noon. I make sure everything is in my laundry basket before heading down stairs. I leave my door unlocked because I find it easier to go back and forth.

I take the elevator down to the first floor and make my way to the laundry room. I notice the lights are on and pray that no one is inside.

I guess my prayers failed because as I open the door I hear two male voices. I look up and I almost drop my laundry basket on the floor.

"So what happened-"

Both heads turn to my direction when my laundry detergent tumbles onto the floor.

I scramble it up and quickly move over to the washing machines. I curse myself as I stuff my whites into one machine. Of course Harry would be here. I don't understand why I'm suddenly bumping into him all the time.

There's a wall separating the machines and the folding tables. I hear hushed tones behind the wall and think about running out of here and fast.

"Really?!" I hear an over ecstatic voice. It's not Harry's so it must be the other boy with him.

I regulate my breathing, trying to calm myself. These situations really do not help with my anxiety.

I manage to put all my clothes into the machines and start them without finding a need to run. The room is now silent and I'm wondering if I'm the reason they stopped talking.

When I'm finished adding the soap to the machines, I gather my things and turn only for my basket to go crashing onto the floor. My eyes connect with Harry's as he tried to muzzle his laughter. I instantly feel my cheeks heat up.

"Why are you dropping everything today?" He laughs as he reaches down to pick up my basket.

"I don't know, maybe nerves." I manage to speak. I shrug and Harry smirks at me. I ignore the annoying way my heart rate picks up when he does.

I reach to take my basket from him but he moves away quickly and shakes his head. I frown.

"Since you're dropping everything, I might as well help you take it up to your place."

"Harry it's fine, you don't have to-" before I'm even finished, Harry is standing by the open door waiting for me to follow.

I follow behind and so does the boy that was with Harry. He's carrying his laundry bag over one shoulder as he enters the elevator smirking. He's tall with jet black hair and a blonde streak in the front, which is pulled back leaving a slight quiff. He has flawless olive skin but as I look down his arms, I notice they are stained with black ink. My eyes widen as I take them in and I hear his chuckle beside me.