Nameless // h.s. au

Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

*Hunter*

When we near my building I immediately start to regret this decision. I will have brought him into my world... and my friends are gonna bombard me with questions.

Because that's human nature right? To know everything.

I feel his large hand in my grasp, his lanky body being pulled behind mine as I enter the lobby and walk towards the elevator. My heart starting to beat rapidly.

Dun-dun. Dun- dun. Dun- dun.

I don't drop his hand as we step into the elevator. I should drop his hand... but I don't. Instead I just stand there not looking at him and trying to focus on how the next twenty four hours are going to play out.

I'm definitely not going to be able to go to the museum tomorrow, I'll have to take over my hung-over boss... yippee. Or he can walk home right? Even with a hang-over? Or is he one of those walking dead type of victims. And yes- I meant victim.

I remember my first time with a hang-over. My boy with hazel eyes and black hair held my hair as I threw up everything I had consumed. Although that was when I was fifteen and wasn't eating all that much. Plus I couldn't handle my liquor yet. But he sat beside me and ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. Taught me how to concoct the perfect hang- over remedy.

But we don't talk about it anymore because it's just as scratched as the album he left.

Dun-dun. Dun-dun. Dun-dun.

The elevator buzzers rings through my blurry mind. My fingers tighten around a wobbly, lanky, curly haired, green eyed Brit's hand as I lead him down the hall to the end. The last door looking like a new form to the gates of hell as I near it.

They're gonna ask so many questions.

They're gonna judge me.

But it's all okay... It'll all be okay? Right? No? Okay...

I wait a minute outside the door, keys in hand, pacing back and forth in a small radius of space between Harry and the door.

"You put the key in the-," Harry says plainly pointing his long ring clad finger from the key in my hand to the industrial lock on the door.

"Shush." I say holding up a finger, "Give me a second."

He nods sloppily.

"Alright." I encourage myself slipping the key in the lock. I feel the hand holding the key grow tingly and release letting the metal clank against the floor, "I can't do it, I can't do this, this was a mistake." I mutter to myself.

Harry just stares at me with a knitted brow.

Dun-dun. Dun- dun. Dun-dun.

"Whatever it is you'll be okay..." Harry says slowly bringing his hand up to rub his eye, "You're Hunter you'll always be okay..."

The edges of my lips tug into a small smile as I stare at the wobbly, lanky, curly haired, green eyed Brit in front of me.

"You're drunk, you don't get a say." I laugh lightly, bending down to pick up the keys and accidently brushing my ass against his crotch.

"This feels familiar..." He drags out, laughing as he does it.

"Shush it or I'll stuff the key down your throat."

"Oooh kinky."

"Shush it." I roll my eyes, motioning my finger towards his blabbing mouth as I push the key into the lock and take a deep breath. Hopefully they aren't even home. The lock clicks, and my heart speeds up.