Stylist (book 1) - H.S

Chapter 28: Come On Eileen.

"Bring that boy around more often Ellie bug, we like em." My dad calls out as we walk down the stairs of the house, heading for the rental car.

"Alright daddy, maybe next time I'm home." I smile back up, and see my mom getting all teary eyed like she always does.

"Come home more Eileen, your momma ain't gettin any younger, and remember what I told you" She waves me off, shooting me a warning look and I smile.

"I'll come home soon. I love you both!" I tell them.

"It was lovely to meet both of you, along with everyone else.Thank you for everything." Harry smiles back at them and my mom blows him a few kisses as we climb into the car. I let out a deep breath as I buckle up, and Harry taps his fingers on the steering wheel as we back out of the driveway in the dark now.

My dad tried to get him to shoot a gun but that never ended up happening, and Harry did the one thing I told him not too, he mentioned the Packers. My dad gave him the stink eye, but in the end respected the fact that he watched football anyways. Overall both my mom and my dad, and the rest of my friends and family enjoyed having him here, and that's good, because I know for a fact any other guy I slept with would not be welcome in that house.

"Eileeeeeen" He calls out, and I shoot him a warning look.

"What? Why are you calling me that?" I ask, and he laughs.

"Well that's your name isn't it?" He asks me, and I continue to glare.

"No my name is El, that's it." I cross my arms and turn forward.

"Why don't you go by Eileen?" He asks me and I laugh.

"You really think Eileen sounds like the name of a New yorker? Nevermind that, do you think Eileen sounds like the name of a stylist or designer for the stars? No, it doesn't. El is more high fashion, and it's more me." I tell him truthfully, knowing that Hayley called me El, but also knowing my words are true.

"I don't know, I think Ellie Mae has a ring to it." He jokes, and I sigh.

"Call me Ellie Mae and you'll wake up missing your eyebrows." I argue back, looking out the window as we drive.

"What did your mum mean when she said remember what I told you?" He asks me, and I shake my head.

"It was nothing." I tell him, holding my stomach.

"Are you feeling okay? Hungry, or in pain?" He asks, taking genuine concern.

"A little bit of both, I haven't been to the doctor in a while so I need to go back, and soon." I tell him truthfully, knowing we're past the lies about my health.

"Well when were you planning on going?" He asks, looking between me and the road.

"Probably when we go back to New York at some point." I answer.

"I can come with if you want, I'm guessing it gets pretty boring by yourself." He offers as if he's being friendly, as if he's doing it for me, and he is doing it for me, but he wants to do it because he cares, not because he's my friend.

"Um.. yea sure, if you want to." I shrug my shoulders, and lean my head on the car door, feeling tired, and hungry. We got something quick to eat and then got back to the hotel shortly after. I haven't been on my phone much because of the lack of cell service, and the constant nagging of my southern family if I were to pull out an electronic device. When I finally do look at the screen all I can do is stare. I sit on the hotel room bed with wide eyes, and don't know what to do... We've been found out.