After saying goodbye to Pam on Thursday, all I could think about was that picture of her boyfriend and Cole. I felt worried when I thought of Cole being that close to Pam. I needed to tell her she should stay away from him, but how did I do that without sounding like a paranoid, crazy person?
When I got home, I put on some tea and sat down to try to clear my head. Maybe I should call Harry and ask him about it. But then I remembered he told me his boss was coming tonight. Better not interrupt.
I drank my tea in front of reruns of Skins until my eyes started to feel heavy. I dragged myself into the kitchen to clean up before I crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.
I awoke in the middle of the night, darkness smouldering me like a thick blanket. I stirred and reached out for my phone, seeing it was only three in the morning. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, feeling unsettled for some reason.
Just as I was about to swing my legs over the edge of the bed to grab a glass of water, I heard a faint noise from what I assumed was my front porch. It was a creaking sound, much like the one occurring from stepping on the uneven plank before the front door.
I stiffened and held my breath, straining my ears. All I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart. After a couple of minutes, I got out off bed and crept closer to the window looking out over the porch.
Pulling the curtains away, I glanced over to the front door. Nothing. I quietly walked over to the door and checked that I locked it before going to bed, then I shook my head.
This whole Max-Cole situation had me more worked up than I'd known.
I drank two huge glasses of water before going back to bed, snuggling in deep. If only Harry had been here right now. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, and was on the brink of falling asleep again when a loud knock had me shooting out of bed.
My eyes flew back and forth from the window to the hallway outside my bedroom. I had no weapon. Frowning at the ridiculous thought, I put on my sweaters and stood slowly. Why would I need a weapon?
I grabbed a fat book from my shelf either way, and tiptoed out in the hallway. Another knock broke the silence and I flinched. Who the hell was knocking on my door at this time of night?
Peeking out through the window, I released a breath when I noticed Harry's silhouette leaning against the porch rail.
I swung open the door, ready to yell at him for scaring me half to death.
"Harry, what the he—"
"Ellaaaa, baby, you look sooo. . . tired?" he giggled, his words almost coming out in slow motion.
I frowned, my pulse still beating furiously from the adrenaline coursing through my system.
Harry was pissed.
He swayed from side to side, looking like he would fall over any second. I grabbed his arm and tugged him inside, making him fall forward and onto me. I tried to keep him up but his heavy body pushed the both of us down to the floor.
I winced as the back of my head made contact with the wooden floor. "Ouch."
"Hmm. . . I've missed your smell," he mumbled and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
"Harry, get up. We can't lay here," I grunted under his weight.
"But I like it here," he slurred.
"I don't, so move. You're suffocating me."
He reluctantly pushed himself off me, clumsily rolling to the side and standing up.
I followed suit and hooked my arm in his, leading him to my bedroom. As soon as he plopped down on the bed, I started to undress him. He smelled like Whiskey and cigarettes, his eyes bloodshot and hair disheveled.
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FanfictionBest friends since they were kids, Ella is devastated when Harry leaves. Despite their promises of keeping in touch she never hears from him again. But when he unexpectedly returns to town four years later, Ella's world is about to be turned upside...