Different {Harry Styles}

Chapter 35: Every Second Counts

"DEVON! OPEN UP! WE HAVE TO GO!" I shout already for the tenth time. It's Saturday morning, 8 am. And although I know Devon needs to have his rest in the morning, this isn't a good time to have a good sleep. 

The door is short after my last shout opened by a not-wakeful Devon. "Melanie please, it's 8 am." He says while rubbing his eyes. 

"Every second counts Dev!" 

He's starts to stare at me in a weird way.

"What? What's wrong?" I ask. 

"Nothing.. It's just.. It's a long time you called me that.."

"What? Dev?" I react. He nods.

"Whatever" I answer his nod and drag him outside. 

"Melanie, I still have to get clothed." 

I take a blink at his muscled body and start blushing a bit. He's just wearing a sweatpants and an undershirt. "I-I'm sorry.." I say and release his wrist abruptly from my grip. 

"It's nothing.. You can come in if you want." He says, a bit awkwardness clear between us. 

"No.. Thanks.. I'm fine here outside." Although I'm freezing as hell at the moment, it's better than face Tracey. 

"Tracey isn't here, Melanie.." 

"Oh okay.." I say and step into his parents' loft. 

"Do you want a cup of coffee while you're waiting?" Devon proposes. 

"That would be very helpful." I smile while getting a seat. 

Devon hands me a cup of coffee and disappears to get himself decent clothes on. 

It's now exactly five days since Harry is away. I'm happy with the thought that I'll see him today, very happy. But also scared.. What has Ricarl made of him? And worse how will Ricarl himself react? Am I seeing this all a bit too good to be true? 

When I finish my cup of coffee and my scary thoughts, Devon appears clothed in the room. I must say his style has changed a lot in three months. He's wearing a white loose shirt with stylish and decent dark pants. 

We walk together outwards the huge place and step together in the elevator. I can't put the thought away of Harry. After a couple of awkward long seconds, the elevator stops and we step towards Devon's car. As we both sit belted in the car, Devon starts the car. 

"Don't you need your navigation system?" I ask him. 

"No, I know where it is." He answers. 

"Oh.. You've been there before?" I ask, a bit concerned. 

"Don't worry Mel. I looked it up yesterday." 

Although I shouldn't feel reassured, I feel reassured. 

We drive around in silent for thirty minutes. We cross many traffic lights, people, taxi's... 

We arrive in a, not as I expected, neighbourhood. The street looks like it could just be the street behind Devon's place. It doesn't look like a place where Ricarl would live. I expected him to live in a super deluxe appartment, or in a hovel, but not in a normal apartment where half of New York lives in. 

"Is this really the place Devon?" I ask him.

"Yes, this is the place where we have to be.. Well it's two streets away. Follow me."

As he askes, I follow him. It takes ten minutes before he stops. It's a crowded square, too crowded for a place where Ricarl would live if you'd ask me.