'Normal'

Chapter 4

~~~Chapter 4~~~

Now that I had finally been freed from the nude, I decided it was time I went home. He drove me home in his tatty and rugged 4x4 and I felt a little longing inside me. I didn't know why? I had only known Harry for under a month and I had only had one romantic experience with him. I repressed these feelings and just labelled them as a normal feeling after sex, even though I had never felt them before. Eventually, we began seeing city life once more and being a Saturday afternoon, the streets and pathways were packed. This meant traffic, but traffic meant more time chatting with Harry

Unfortunately, we reached the end of the traffic and quickly got to my house. I eased myself out as slowly as possible as I wanted to grasp this moment and hold on to it forever. I looked back at Harry, he smiled.
"Goodbye, I'll see you on Monday" I said as the silence drew on too long.
"Yeah" He seemed upset by this as well which gave me the impression he cared as well.
He drove off and I waved him off. I was content with myself and I felt wonderful but the idea of having to get through work with him made me curious. I went inside.

My house wasn't glamorous at all. It was to placed above a famous Italian restaurant which served good food but that meant a lot of customers which also meant there was never silence above. Also when I say house, it's more like an apartment. However, it was comfortable and I loved it. My personal possessions didn't consist of much. My car was a banger: rusty and dented. It only started on a good day but it does mostly work. Everything inside my apartment was tattered or almost un-useable. Before having this job, I was flat out broke. I was surprised by getting this job but I did and never wanted to complain.

Now my landlord (I rented) was a piece of shit. Every time he could, he would increase the rent. Now it's stupid what I was paying but I had to until something else came up but now I've got a new better paying job, I was sure he would raise it so I was looking but nothing came up.

I wasn't late but I wanted tomorrow to come quicker so I went to bed earlier.

My dreams were extremely weird, most were about Harry. One was he was a criminal and was in the run but he fell in love with me and I sheltered him. We did it and then he ran away and I never saw him again.

Another one was about him trying to kidnap me because he was a psychopath. This one though he tried to kill me and succeeded.

Most of the dreams was Harry being a criminal and either loving or killing me. This series gave a weird feeling about him, like he was dangerous. When I woke I thought for a moment why the fuck I had such weird dreams. Or that there was no way he is dangerous or evil, he cared for me and was so gentle Saturday night there was no way. No matter these thoughts, I still loved him. I tried to sleep but the thoughts tumbled round my mind like a washing machine so I decided to get ready for work.

I did my morning routine and exited my apartment. It was 5:57 when I left and work started at 7:00 but I knew they kept it open for people who wanted to come earlier. After getting on the bus and sheltering from the early morning spouts of rain, I arrived and I was startled to see Harry already there.