18. Date Me Part 2
"Jesus christ." I mutter to myself as I make my way up the stairs of Clara's apartment. Two fucking hours. It took two hours. It was 12 at night now. Or morning should I say. I finally stood in front of the door and knocked on it. I waited about 20 seconds before it opened, and to my surprise the guy she was speaking with opened the door and he was putting his shirt on. My heart sank and I felt anger rush over me.
"H-Harry Styles?" He said as if he were speechless. And if he wasn't I'd love to knock him breathless. "D-Do you know Clara?" He asked stuttering. What a fool.
"Yes." I reply through gritted teeth. I wasn't quite sure why I felt so angry. Even if she slept with this guy, it's none of my business. "Is she here?" I asked.
"Y-Yeah.. Look something's happened, my boyfriend's ride ditched him so I have to go pick him up! Can you please just stay here and look after her? For a couple of hours until Isabelle gets back." He pleaded. I tried to keep my surprise to myself. He was gay? How couldn't I tell? Oh man, I felt like such an idiot. "She's a light sleeper so be careful. Thank you." And he left. I stepped inside, closed the door and locked it behind me. I turned around and saw her in nothing but that oversized shirt again, asleep on the couch.
So she's a light sleeper, I should keep quiet. I walked up to her and sat on the table right beside the couch. Her hair was messily placed behind her. She looked peaceful. Happy even. Before I knew it my hand was gently caressing her cheek. She leaned into my touch and sighed gently. I hooked one arm under her neck and the other under her knees and lifted her. She groaned and nuzzled her face in my neck. I smiled and walked into her room and placed her down. It's quite hot so I didn't put a blanket over her. I quietly pulled a chair beside the bed and sat down and held her hand. She turned to her side facing me and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. My phone began to ring. It wasn't on silent. I cursed under my breath and turned my phone off. I looked back at Clara and she was opening her eyes. No. She looked at me sleepily. I placed my hand on her cheek.
"Go back to sleep, Clara." I whispered to her. She closed her eyes and lifted her hand to mine and held it. She moved away from the side of the bed she was on, still holding my hand and tugged on it, pulling me toward the bed. I couldn't help but smile. I took out my phone, wallet and keys from my pocket and put it on the bed side table and climbed into the bed. She turned around so her back was to me. I cautiously moved closer to her until my chest was touching her back and she eased into me. As if a sign of approval I wrapped my arm around her tightly and nuzzled my face into her hair and soon fell asleep.