Across the Hall

Chapter 15: Surprises

A/N: I attached a picture of Lauren Cohan from The Walking Dead! She plays Madison, Harry's sister.

"So have you and Harry slept together yet?" Bree asked.

I was sitting on our couch, waiting for Harry to pick me up for the surprise he had planned.

I put mild waves in my hair and mastered the "classic" makeup look with red lipstick and lengthening mascara.

"No! We just started dating," I said, shocked at her sudden question.

She shrugged, "well you've stayed at his place more nights than you've stayed in our apartment."

I laughed at that and then heard a knock at the door.

I quickly sat up and pulled my dress down. It was a t-shirt dress and was way shorter than I expected. Luckily I had my black tights so it worked out fine.

I opened the door and smiled.

Harry was dressed in his usual black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt, but somehow managed to look perfect.

He pulled out a bouquet of roses from behind his back and flashed me a bright smile.

"They're beautiful. Thanks Harry," I thanked him and took the roses in and told Bree to put them in a vase.

"You look really good in that dress," he complimented, making me blush.

"It's really short," I said, pulling it down again.

"Nothing wrong with that," he smiled at me as we walked down the hall.

We passed the guy that lived about two doors down. I met him a couple days ago, when he asked me if I wanted to go for coffee sometime. I declined of course, but he still was trying to start something up between us. He checked me out and didn't even try to make it subtle at all.

"Except when other dickheads look at you," he mumbled, kissing the top of my head.

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"So what's the surprise?" I asked for the hundredth time.

"Annabelle. Do you know how attractive patience is?" He asked, mocking me.

"Not as attractive as men with American accents," I teased back.

He snapped his head up and looked at me, as we sat in the cafe.

"Oh really?" He asked.

I nodded, trying to contain my laughter.

"I mean do you see the guy that lives on our floor? What's his name again? Ryan?"

"English women are most attractive though. You should've seen Elle," he laughed, joking around. I know it was a joke, but somehow it just hurt like hell.

I nodded and faked a smile.

"Sorry, I hate it when I do that," Harry apologized, making me feel sorry for him.

"I hate her so much Annabelle. Here I am, trying to fall in love again and she's right there just ruining everything," he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Fall in love?

"Harry. You can't fall in love with me," I said, my voice a little shaky.

"I know she completely ruined me, I hate he-"

"No I mean, don't fall in love with me. Please," I pleaded.

"What? Annabelle, what are you talking about?" He asked, confusion overtaking his eyes.