I slept restlessly that night. I couldn’t stop any dreams from occurring, let alone the dreams about Harry. The next morning, I attempted to get out of bed and make myself a pot of hot coffee. All I could remember from the dreams were his eyes. Those piercing green eyes that burned into your soul and yet, there seemed to be a story behind them.
I poured the coffee into a mug and put a bit of creamer in it, then took a sip as I leaned against the counter. Why did everyone despise Harry? Unless, unless it was all just an act. I didn’t believe it to be true. Jade’s hatred towards Harry was proof and Perrie’s as well. Liam and Niall hardly spoken a word to Harry.
Does that mean I should hate him too? I shook my head and took another sip of my coffee. After finishing the mug, I went to go and get changed. I put on a blue top, black A-line skirt, and matching black flats. I pulled my hair into a pony tail, put on my blazer, and grabbed my bag.
I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to the lobby. Unlike yesterday, it stopped on the twelfth floor. The doors opened and Harry stepped in. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants. He had swung his blazer over his right shoulder and wore a blue tie. We matched. “Going to work early?” I asked, not glancing over at him as the doors closed.
He shrugged, “Might as well. I’ve been late seventeen times.” Seventeen!? That’s an insane amount. I wouldn’t have been allowed to miss that many days at school, otherwise I’d be swamped with school work. “Mr. Jensen hates me for being late.” He said once the doors opened and we stepped out onto the lobby.
“Want a ride?” We were standing outside. Harry was heading towards the parking lot while I was about to call a cab. Why was he asking me if I wanted a ride? I shrugged, “Sure.” I guess one ride from him wouldn’t hurt.
I followed Harry out to his car and got in. I had to resist the temptation to touch the leather interior. The car was just so luxurious. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” I hadn’t realized Harry’s British accent when we spoke yesterday. I just nodded as I buckled myself into the seat. He started the car and drove on down the street. I looked everywhere, but him.
I would just simply die if I looked into his eyes again. From my peripheral vision, I saw him reach over to adjust the volume on the radio. I hardly realized that we’ve been driving in silence. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to notice. “You can talk you know.” He said, quickly glancing in my direction and turned his attention towards the road. “What is there to talk about?” I asked.
“Where you from?” he asked.
“Just a small town on the east coast.” I replied.
“What made you move to a big city?”
“I just wanted something different for a change. Nothing really sparked my interest back home.”
“There’s nothing really special about the big city once you’ve lived in it for a while. It’s good to explore. Do you like to travel?” All of a sudden he seemed to take an interest in me, but yesterday it was as if he didn’t want to get to know me. I wonder if he was just as curious as I was to get to know him. I just nodded and once again, we were back to silence.
I wanted to open my mouth and ask him a few questions, but I was hesitant. I didn’t want to offend him with the questions I would ask. Maybe I’ll wait until he warms up to me in order for me to ask. Harry parked the car in the lot in front of the company building. We both stepped out and entered into the lobby. We rode the elevator to our floor and sat down in our desks.
“What was that about?” Perrie asked me during our lunch break. I looked at her, then at Liam and Niall. “What was what about?” I asked, a bit confused. Her eyes quickly glanced over at Harry who was talking to Jessy. “Oh, nothing. He just gave me a ride to work, that’s all.” I took a sip of my coffee.
“Harry doesn’t warm up to just anyone Camille.” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s just say, he’s as cold as ice.” Jade leaned back in her seat, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “He’s not friendly to anyone really.” I glanced over at Harry who had his arms folded across his chest, nodding. He seemed to be listening intently to whatever it was Jessy was telling him.
After work, I said goodbye to everyone and it was then I heard my name being called. I turned to see Harry had just walked out of the building. “You’re not calling for another cab, are you?” He asked. His tie had been loosened and his black shirt was unbuttoned slightly. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal a string of tattoos on his left arm. “Actually, I am.” I replied.
“C’mon, I’m taking you home.” He said, then began to walk in the direction of his car. I followed him and slid into the passenger seat. “What did everyone say about me this time?” I wasn’t aware that he had been listening in on our conversations earlier. “You’re not a friendly person, and you don't warm up to just anyone.” I answered.
He scoffed, “There’s more to me than just a harsh exterior Cam.” Cam. My dad had called me that name a few times before he passed away, before they both passed away. “Just call me Camille.” I said.
“What’s wrong with Cam?” I shook my head, not wanting to answer him. I didn’t want to tell him the story. It was too soon and I hardly even knew him. “Fine, I’ll call you Camille. You’re going to believe those robots about me?”
“Who else is there to believe?” I looked at him and he stared at me for a moment. I hadn’t realized that we were outside the apartment building. How fast was he driving? Or was I just caught up in our conversation that I hadn’t really noticed? “I for sure as hell won’t believe you. I hardly know you Harry.” I got out of the car and slammed the door, then walked inside the building. I stepped into the elevator, but an arm slipped through before the doors even closed. Harry stepped in and the doors closed. He pressed the button to his floor and the doors closed. “If you don’t believe me, why did you get in my car?” he asked.
“You asked me for a ride.”
“You could’ve declined the damned ride Cam.”
“Don’t call me that!” It was out of frustration that I screamed at him. Yet, he wasn’t taken aback by it and began to laugh. Why? Why in his maniacal mind would he laugh at me? “What is so funny?” I asked him.
“Want to know me? Get off with me on the next floor.” That was all he said. Did I really want to know him? What were going to be the consequences? The doors opened on his floor and he stepped out. Do I want to go back up to my floor? My mind was asking all sorts of questions, but my body did the one thing I hadn’t thought about. I stepped out of the elevator and followed him down the hallway to his apartment. 1215. That was his room number.
He slipped the key into the lock and opened the door to a dark room. What was I stepping into? He turned on the lights to reveal a nice apartment with hardwood floors and modern-looking furniture. I followed him inside and he closed the door behind us. “Surprised?” he asked. I honestly expected a much different scenario. I looked around the apartment as he set his car keys into a bowl on the counter. I looked out towards the double glass doors at the balcony.
Harry walked over an opened the doors, then stepped out. He stood near the railing, looking out at the beautiful city before us. “I come out here to think.” he said. I stood out on the balcony with him and looked at him. There was a certain glow from the city that reflected off of his face. Something about him in this light made my knees week.
He looked at me, and I sensed that he had seen the same thing. “Tell me about yourself.” he said. He sat down on one of the chairs and I sat across from him. I didn’t know where to begin. I bit my lip and just looked down. “What do you want to know?” I asked. It had only been a day since we met, and he already wanted to know so much about me. “Anything.” he replied.
I nodded, then searched my scattered brain for any information I could tell him about me. “Well, I grew up in a small town with my parents, my older brother, and younger sister. I left to go to college and moved back after I graduated. It was then I applied to different jobs and moved here when I was accepted for a job here.” I told him.
“Where is your family now?”
I swallowed, “My parents passed away a few years back. My brother lives somewhere on the East coast and my sister, I think she’s in London. I haven’t really talked to my siblings in a while.”
“Not as close, I guess.”
“I think you should always be close to your siblings because they seem like the only family you’ve got.”
“What do you know about siblings?”
“I have one. An older sister. She and I were close once too, but-” He cut himself off as he stood up and entered the apartment. “But what?” I asked, following him inside.
“Get out.” What? I stood there frozen, staring at him. “Did you not hear me before? Get out.” He pointed towards the door, and there was a cold look in his eyes. I grabbed my stuff and left the apartment. Was the talk of his older sister a sensitive topic? Questions ran through my mind as I entered the elevator and pressed the button for my floor. Finally, I entered my apartment and set my stuff down near the couch. He had seemed so calm, but all of a sudden, he turned cold. What secrets was he keeping? Did the others know? Do I want to know? This was all too much, but I intend to find out whatever it was.