Flat 51

Twenty minutes and a lot of speed-packing later, we climbed into the back seat of the black SUV as the driver threw our luggage into the boot. She looked amazing, as usual, in black skinnies and a plaid blue t-shirt, hair down. I swear, the things I wanted to do to her…

“Harry, the doctor said two and a half weeks on this boot. So, maybe I can take it off when we get to Paris,” she said. I snapped out of my trance and nodded.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” She squinted at me. Shit. She could see right through me, I knew it.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah! I just… haven’t, um… been to Louis’ in a while,” I lied. It was true, but that wasn’t the issue.

“Really? How come?” The words slipped out before she clamped a hand over her mouth. She knew from experience that discussions about my past usually ended in me screaming at her and punching the wall… but this time I bit my tongue.

“Um, we don’t live together well. After a few days we just end up avoiding each other and fighting every time we do come in contact.”

“You sound like an old married couple,” she giggled, the sound causing a grin to break out on my face.

“Hey, I like girls,” I joked. She threw her head back and laughed even harder, and suddenly I had the urge to tickle her. So I did. I unhooked her seatbelt and pulled her back to my chest in one swift motion, locking one arm around her waist and using the other to torture her.

“AAAHHH!” she screamed as I dug my fingers into her sides. The driver swerved, glaring back at us and grabbing his ear with one hand.

“You two almost just killed us!” he shouted, finally pulling into Lou’s driveway. Emily squirmed out of my grasp and practically collapsed out the door into the driver’s arms laughing. As funny as it was, I felt my gut clench as he wrapped his arms around her, to steady her. I stomped around the car and roughly pulled her from him.

“Ow, Harry! That hurt,” she whined, rubbing her arm. I glanced at her apologetically and released her arm, watching the driver disappear into the garage. “Damn, this place is massive!”

“Yeah, I know,” I replied and strolled into the house with her right on my heels. I led her up the grand staircase and into the biggest guest room, other than mine, of course. “This is your room. Mine is on the other side of the house, but there’s no more rooms on that end, so if you need anything, just use this intercom. My room is number four.” She nodded and smiled when she saw somebody had already placed her suitcases on the bed. “Louis won’t have any food in the house, since he’s been away, so I’m going to run to the shop and pick up some groceries. Make yourself at home, have a shower, and please don’t hurt yourself.”

“Aw, you know me, I’m always careful,” she teased, bumping my hip with hers. My skin sizzled with the contact, even if we were both completely clothed. I cleared my throat and gave her a small smile before taking off. I couldn’t take it much longer…

An hour later I re-entered the house. Louis should’ve been home by now…

Harry: Lou, where the hell are you? We’re waiting.

SwagMastah: On my way. Got side tracked. Be there in twenty.

Harry: Stop thinking with your dick.

SwagMastah: Stop thinking with your brain. She likes you.

Harry: I hate you. She doesn’t care about me.

SwagMastah: You love me, now go kiss her

Harry: Fuck off

Louis wouldn’t leave it be. He had been hounding me for two weeks about her, and didn’t seem to get that she didn’t feel the same way. She didn’t want me.

“Emily!” I called, looking through the living room and office. No answer. “Em!” Where could she be?

When I made it to the kitchen, I realized how quiet it was… you’d think Emily would have been playing music or something… I’m calling her. It rang about four times, and I was getting worried when the line clicked.

“Hey, Harry! What’s up?” I breathed a sigh of relief and ran a hand through my hair.

“Emily, where are you? I’m back.”

“I don’t know,” she replied in an all too cheery tone.

“What the hell do you mean you don’t know? Please tell me you didn’t leave the building!”

“No, I’m still in the house.”

“Then where are you?”

“That’s the I don’t know part.” I ran my tongue over my teeth and rolled my eyes. She scared me to death!

“You got lost in the house?”

“Yeah. I found the kitchen, and ate the rest of the chocolate ice cream, and when I went to go back to my room for a shower, I got lost, so I found another room with a shower and that’s why it took so long to pick up the phone, because I was getting out of the shower and my hands were all wet.”

“So you just showered in the first room you came to?” She was flat out crazy. I swear, the phrase ‘get lost in her own house’ actually applied to her.

“Yeah. Once I ended up here three times in a row, I knew all hope was lost, so I gave up and just showered. Can you please come find me? I’m wearing somebody’s robe and I’d really like to get my clothes on.”

“What does the room look like?” I asked. The real question was, should I really go looking for her when she was naked, wearing only a robe, just out of the shower?

“It has dark grey walls and white curtains, and a black bed, and-”

“Is the inside of the door black?” I asked. Oh shit.

“Yeah! See you in a few!” and she hung up.

She was in my room.

Notes

I feel like this chapter came out kinda crappy, but I'm fairly excited about the next one, and I bet you can just guess why... We'll see how far Harry will push it, and how far Emily will let it go...