Night had fallen and Harry stood up as he held his hand out towards my direction. I took his hand as he helped me to my feet. "Why do you come out here?" I asked him as we went back down the stairwell and entered the elevator to take us down to the main floor.
"The rooftop?" He looked at me as the elevator doors closed before us and we descended down to the main floor. "I go up there to think. It's easier to clear your mind when you're not surrounded by voices."
I just nodded and stepped out once we reached the main floor. "What about you? Where do you go to think?" We entered his car and buckled ourselves in. He started the car and began to drive down the highway.
"Back home, I'd just go to the park and write poetry." I answered.
"You write poetry?"
"Yeah, I'm not really comfortable with reading them aloud. They're- they're just personal." Lately I've been writing poetry ever since the night Ethan had come over to my apartment, left, and Harry stayed.
Most of my poems were about Harry and I didn't want him to hear them. He nodded and continued the drive to the apartments. He parked out front and the two of us got out, entering the main lobby.
We entered the elevator and the doors closed before us. "Are you fine sleeping on your own?" He watched as I pressed the button to my floor. I still had a few nightmares about that night, but none that were too serious. "I'll be fine Harry." I told him.
He didn't say a word, but only gave a slight nod. He probably didn't believe me. We both walked down the hallway to my apartment and stood outside the door. "Thanks for the ride home." I said.
He shrugged, "No problem Cam." I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I don't know why I did it, but in that moment, it felt right. I turned and then entered my apartment, closing the door behind me.
I leaned against it for a moment and let out a sigh. Harry had this hold on me that no guy ever had. The fact that he was so mysterious had made me fall for him even more. We both had our secrets, but I figured that his was more dark than mine.
I kept replaying the event that happened that night when Harry was in bed beside me. His arms wrapped around me, protecting me from any sort of danger. When he smiled, his eyes just lit up like a child.
The days when I felt empty inside, he was there to keep me whole. Maybe he was curious about me as I was about him. Yet, what bothered me more was about the grey building he worked for. I wondered what was going on behind the grey walls.
At work, Harry and I would sit outside or sit out on the rooftop to talk. Perrie and the others would often question me about it, but I never gave them a straight-foward answer. Perrie would throw in a thing or two about her relationship with Zayn.
I'm glad that their relationship isn't rocky, as of yet. Jessy and I have been a lot closer. I'm guessing that Harry must've informed her about my knowledge on the mysterious grey building. She didn't mention anything to me about the building, so my assumptions could be wrong.
Ethan had also been avoiding me, giving me more work than I had bargained for. I would stay late most nights with the piles of work that I had to do for him. What secret was he hiding from me? The horrific event of that night appeared in my mind.
What were his intentions? What did Harry know about Ethan that I didn't know? So many secrets were being kept and I wanted to confront Harry or Ethan about them, but I couldn't dare look Ethan in the eye.
One day, Ethan called me into his office. I stood up from my desk and quickly glanced at Harry. He gave me a look that was only understood by the two of us. I entered the elevator and pressed the button for Ethan's floor.
I stepped out and walked down another hallway. I stopped in front of the office and took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. "Come in." I heard Ethan's faint call. I expected the worse when I entered his office.
I closed the door behind me and he stood from his desk. "Please, have a seat." He motioned towards one of the chairs. He didn't advance towards my direction. I cautiously made my way over to one of the chairs that was the farthest from him and sat down.
He only made the situation worse by walking around his desk and sat upon it. His body was turned towards my direction and I crossed my legs, feeling uncomfortable. "I wanted to have a word with you about your performance at work." he said.
I just nodded, signaling for him to continue. "You are a bright young woman; smart, hard-working. I could consider you for a promotion." He said. There's always a 'but'.
"But…" There it is. "On one condition." Why must I be put in situations like this? I immediately wanted to leave as soon as I entered the office. Why did I enter the office? Harry's eyes told me to be careful. I wish Harry was here.
I stayed silent, afraid to answer him. He stood up and walked over to the door. I heard the lock click and I just froze. "I've been waiting to get you alone." He smirked as he pulled me to my feet and began to kiss me, roughly.
I kicked him hard and then ran towards the door, quickly unlocking it. I ran to the elevator and quickly pressed the button. I checked the door every so often to see if he had gone out of the office, but it was still clear to me.
The elevator doors opened and I stepped in, pressing the button to the floor of the lobby. The doors closed just before he could get in. I leaned against it and sank down to the floor, crying. There was only one person I could talk to about this. No one else knew of that night, except for Harry.
As soon as it reached the lobby, I stepped out and exited the building. I really had nowhere to go, but I walked down the street to a nearby park. I knew that it was there where I could drown my thoughts of what happened in Ethan's office.
The park was serene. It was a beautiful afternoon. I had turned off my phone so that I wouldn't be bothered with any calls. I just wanted to be left alone. "Camille… Camille." A voice sounded so far away, but yet it was closer than I thought.
I opened my eyes and looked up to see Harry hovering over me. I hadn't realized that I fell asleep on the bench. I sat up and he sat beside me. "I tried calling, but you never answered. I got worried." he said.
"I just wanted a moment to myself, that's all." I told him.
"What happened back there?" he asked. I didn't want to tell him, but he was concerned about me. I saw the look in his eyes and it was then I told him. "Well, at least you stopped it before it went too far."
"What if things do go too far Harry? I can't… I can't work for him." There were already tears in my eyes and I just looked down. Harry reached out and began to wipe my tears away. "Well, you're staying with me for a while."
"What about work?"
"Don't go." he said.
"But I have to."
"Don't. Go. I'll put in a word with Ethan that you had to go out of town for a family emergency. You'll be gone for two weeks." I didn't fully trust Harry's word, but when it came to Ethan, I trusted him.
Harry had driven me home and went with me to my apartment. I packed enough clothes for the two weeks that I'd be staying at Harry's, then entered the elevator with him. We entered his apartment and he gave me his room to sleep in.
"What about you?" I asked as I set my bag down near the bed. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the closet. "Giving you privacy." He said, then began to walk out of the room. I grabbed his arm as he turned towards me.
"I want you to stay." I swallowed, looking up into his eyes. He didn't say a word, but only nodded and put the pillow back on the bed and the blanket in the closet. I grabbed a few clothes to change into and went into the bathroom.
I took a quick shower, letting the warm water run down my body. I was still a bit tense when I changed into my pajamas and walked back into the bedroom. Harry wasn't in the room, but that didn't bother me.
Being in his apartment was safe enough for me. I climbed into bed and turned off the lights. I rested my head against the soft pillow and closed my eyes. I felt Harry get in the bed and wrap and arm around me.
His head rested on my shoulder as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. I could feel his breaths against my neck. His breathing calmed me as I fell asleep in his arms.