CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
“Okay,” Harry says while we’re sitting on the couch with the TV on the lowest volume setting and the soft patter of rain hitting the window, “If you could date any of my friends, which would it be?” He asks, laughing openly.
I pretend to be in deep thought, my fingers stroking my chin and looking ponderingly at the wall in front of me, “But I can’t choose you?” I ask, not really joking at all—but in a joking tone. Harry giggles and shakes his head, “Hm, probably Zayn, then. He was the hottest, I must say.”
Harry nods and bites his lip thoughtfully, “Niall thought he had you all figured out,” Harry muses, laughing as he looks back on the memory and I can’t help but to smile at the thought, “He still always asks me what’s going on.”
“What do you say?” I ask curiously, my eyebrows furrowing together.
Harry shrugs, gingerly chewing on a biscuit, “I just tell him that you’ve been on the low down recently, haven’t really been up to haunting me.”
I lean back into the corner of the couch and take a sip of the tea next to me, “I guess you’re kind of—” I begin to say, but then stop as a string of three knocks comes from the door.
I furrow my eyebrows and look over at Harry, setting my tea down on the table as I sit up. “Did you invite one of your friends over?” I ask, looking between the door and Harry.
Harry shakes his head and drops his voice to a whisper as he says, “‘s probably Lou needing money or something?” He sounds unsure which makes me unsure because, like, what if it isn’t Lou and instead it’s someone that’s about to make Harry the next ghost in this flat.
I shake myself from my thoughts and nod, “Right, yeah.” Harry gives me one quick look before opening up the door.
“Harry.” Sighs a drenched and heavy breathing Elizabeth from the door way, making my heart drop into the pit of my stomach and my jaw clench, “Oh God, Harry I’m so sorry, I just came over because I was out and then it started to rain and I had nowhere to go.” She takes a deep breath.
I roll my eyes and scoff on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest. Like she couldn’t have gone into some shop. Nope, Elizabeth is too good for that, always has to have the most top notch of everything. In this case it’s a place to hide from rain.
Harry visibly swallows and the grip he has on the door tightens. He makes no move to let Elizabeth in and she sees that. “Can I please hang out here until it passes?” She says, offering no other option except for Harry to let her into the flat like the princess she thinks she is.
“Um.” Harry mumbles, then turns around to give me a questioning look, biting his lip. I shrug, rolling my eyes and getting up from the couch to sit at the window seat. Harry looks back at Elizabeth, shrugs, and opens the door more to let her in, “Yeah, I guess so.”
She thanks him about fifty times before sitting on the couch right where I was sitting. Harry gives me a look and I just shake my head, looking at the ground as Harry takes a seat in the rightmost corner of the couch.
Elizabeth doesn’t stop shivering, her arms coming up to wrap around her bare shoulders, Harry notices and says, “Are you cold, do you need a blanket? Some tea?”
I can’t even begin to be mad at him, though, because honestly, Harry would’ve done the same thing to some homeless person.
Elizabeth nods, “Yes please.” She says quietly, smiling as Harry gets up and fills the kettle with water and sitting it on the stove. He then walks to the closet, and opens the door. I know he’s going to grab a blanket—my blanket—so I quickly glance to see that Elizabeth is watching the show that’s on before looking over at Harry again.
