Flat 51

~Harry

I took about an hour and took my lifted matte-black 4x4 to the dumpster a few blocks away and retrieved the boxes containing my minimal belongings. I didn’t have a whole lot, just some clothes, a few pictures, and my pillow. I had an iPhone, but the payment on that was small enough to keep. I just wasn’t a spender. I’d built most of my truck by hand, and then my buddy Louis paid for it to be professionally completed for my 21st birthday.

It was 12:15 by the time I got back.

I located the spare key, as I had locked the door when I’d left. I didn’t want to make all the trouble of her switching rooms, so I just took the smaller room by the door. There was a black wooden captain’s bed to one side with a matching bureau on the opposite wall. The window was large and had a black curtain drawn back to reveal a view of the busy street outside. It was livable.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, signaling a text. It was from Emily. Ironically, the last text I’d received was from Louis complaining that she’d called him in the middle of sex. He’d even threatened to call her back and tell her the truth, but he said he got a blowjob out of it so that made up for the interruption.

Emily: I got called in for an extra shift at the hospital. Oh yeah, that’s my second job by the way. My first job is a farm. That's where I went earlier. Anyway, I keep a pair of scrubs there for situations like these so I won’t be coming home until late, like around 11 tonight. The next door neighbors are newlyweds, so if you hear screaming don’t be alarmed. Also, the black box next to the kitchen sink has take-out menus for all the delivery places in the area, so feel free to order food if there’s nothing good in the fridge. Oh, and the guys upstairs come down every Monday night and ask me to go out with them, and I always say no, so if you could put your scary face on (The one you gave me when I forgot about the appointment) and frighten them away for good, you’ll be my best friend.

That was hands down the longest text I’d ever received. She’s like a loquacious tour guide on steroids. I was in for quite the experience with this flat mate… at least she was easy on the eyes. If she wasn’t, I’d be screwed. And what was she talking about, scary face? I didn’t make a scary face at her. I didn’t even have a scary face. Did I?

Harry: K, thx

Emily: K thx? That’s it? You text less than you talk. And that’s saying something! XD Oh! You can get the space heater out of the smaller bedroom’s closet if it gets cold.

Harry: Got it.

Emily: Um, ok then, see you tonight?

Harry: I’ll be up.

Emily: Ok!!! :D

What the hell.

10:00 P.M.
“We’re expecting heavy rainfall and nearly 50 mile-an-hour winds!” The buzzing telly caught my attention at the threat of damaging winds. To my surprise, my first thought went to Emily. She was who-knows-where at some hospital until late, and she didn’t seem to have a car. The buses wouldn’t be out, so she’d be stranded. I dropped her a text to check up on her. It seems our relationship consisted mostly of texts at this point…

Harry: How are you getting back? The news says 50mph winds.

Emily: The bus! I always take the bus :D I like the bus. I meet lots of people there since it’s an hour drive because of traffic.

Harry: The busses are shutting down for the night.

Emily: I’ll call a cab. I know the guys who drive the area. I wonder if I can con Freddy into picking my up a coffee on the way here…

There was no way I was letting some sketchy cabby take her home.

Harry: I’m picking you up.

Emily: You don’t have to. I’ll figure it out. It’s not safe to drive in this weather!

Harry: Which is exactly why I’m picking you up. I’ll be there at 10:30 sharp.

Emily: Thanks a ton! You’re the best ;) hey we should hit the grocery store and buy like twenty gallons of ice cream and a movie because I don’t have to work tomorrow!

Harry: No.

Emily: Why? Party pooper.

Yeah, I was not responding to that. I was going to pick her up, bring her back, and sit on the couch and watch the telly, not eat ice cream and watch Twilight like some hormonal 16-year-old girl.

Notes

Harry looks o gorgeous on the set of Dunkirk.................. I want to kiss his face.

Em XO