Off The Ice

Chapter 50

The driver of the bus thankfully listens to me but not two seconds after we start moving everyone starts asking me questions; Addie, Chelsea, Carson, Cory, my parents, Peyton, Louis and Ellie and all of them. The only person that stays quiet for Lorelai and for that I am thankful but I don't think she's being quiet for my sake. 

I let them all babble on for about fifteen seconds before I can't take it anymore so I stand up and face them. "SHUT UP!!! EVERYBODY SHUT UP!!!" I yell at them. They look taken aback but oblige to my words. I wipe tears off my face in anger and begin to speak again."If I want to talk about my boyfriend being involved in a bombing and having our relationship pulled out from under us, I will. But since I ignored you Chelsea, I think everyone needs to take a freaking hint and shut up and leave me alone so I can process what just happened. Kay? Kay. Good." I turn back around and take my previous position with my head resting on the cushion in front of me. 

Lucky for me they all shut up about me the entire rest of the way back to the rink. When we stop in the parking I'm first to get off, grabbing all of my things and getting in my car immediately. I sit in there for a little bit, watching as everyone leaves the lot. I think about where to go from here. I don't want to go home and answer questions from my parents and have to deal with Peyton nagging me with childish questions. I don't want to go to one of the girl's houses and have them bombard me either. The only other place I know to go is Harry's house but he's there and I can't be around him. 

His dorm. I can go to his dorm. He never goes there and from what I can guess, Niall is never home either. No matter how weird that sounds I turn my car on and start the drive back to EIU. I take a back way through all of the bomb traffic and find myself parking in front of Harry's building. I go inside and walk up to the front desk. The lady is gone so instead I decide to lie and walk up to a security guard. "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you but I dropped my keys in a sewage drain outside and now I can't get back into my room. Could you unlock my door for me?" He nods and I lead him up to Harry's floor and in front of Harry's door.

"There you go, Miss."

"Thank you," I call after him as he walks down the hallway. I push the door open and switch on the light. Like I figured, it's completely empty. Niall's bed doesn't look like it's been slept in in days and neither does Harry's. Probably because he hasn't slept in it since I met him. I don't recall him ever sleeping here. No wait, there was that one time that we were here together when I was on Niall's bed and he was on his and we had those nightmares. That's about all I can remember. 

I shut the door behind me and throw my bags on the ground. I just want to change into pajamas and go to sleep which is exactly what I do. However I ignore my bags and walk over to Harry's dresser instead. I pull open the middle drawer and pluck out one of his many black t-shirts and a pair of black flannel pants. I can't imagine him wearing this. Then again all of his actual clothes are all at his house so these must just be extras. 

I strip myself of my leggings and sweater and leave them on the ground before stepping into the pants and pulling the shirt over my head. I take my bra off and just leave it on the floor as well before peeling back the blankets on Harry's bed and sliding underneath them. The sheets still smell like him and laying in this bed reminds me of the time I first allowed him to be intimate with me. It was right after Karly forced him to tell me about his parents and all of that stuff. I remember that day like it was yesterday. 

I remember the light is still on so I annoyingly get up to turn it off before getting back in bed and falling asleep with fresh tears silently rolling down my cheeks at the thought of never being with Harry again. 

I wake up again to the sound of keys jingling in the door. I sit up when the door opens and the light turns on. In the doorway is Harry looking at me just as surprised as I'm looking at him. "I didn't want to go home and I didn't know where else to go. I'm sorry, I'll leave," I say, extremely embarrassed. I feel my cheeks heat up as I jump down from his bed and start picking my random pieces of clothes up off the floor.