Chapter two
'Did I seriously just do that?! What was I thinking…? Do I need to turn another one? Couldn't I just keep her as I friend? Oh good god I'm an idiot.' I said to myself, stopping in the middle of an empty road to hit myself lightly on the head.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot," I said aloud this time.
I needed to talk to someone, I needed to have a beer, kick some beats and calm the hell down.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, dropping it and watching it fall to the ground. I was shaken up from my stupid action, my hands were trembling and my heart was going a million miles per minute.
I bent over to retrieve my poor bashed and bruised phone and flipped it open with a swift move.
'Speed dial… 4 – Tom should know what to do.' I thought simply as a held the phone up to my ear.
"Hello Harry… what happened mate?" said Tom in a slightly bored voice.
"Uhhmm… I kissed her?"
"Are you asking me or telling me this mate?"
"Uhhmmm… well it was a question, but I'm telling you. What am I meant to do? I think hell has closed up on me… she didn't say anything,"
"Did you give her a chance to say something Harry?" he laughed into the phone and it hit me that I hadn't.
"No! What am I meant to do now?"
"Come over, have a beer and watch some porn with Doug… it'll make you feel better," he said simply and I laughed lightly.
"Ok. I'll be there soon. Later mate," I said closing the phone.
I walked up to their door no longer than 2 minutes after hanging up and knocked lightly letting myself in.
"Hellloooo… where is everyone?" I yelled loudly into the silent house.
I could hear soft moans and sighs from the living room and knew that would be were Doug was. And as expected, there he was… in his position on the couch… fiddling with himself while watching one of his many favourite pornos.
"So which one is it today Doug?"
"The one with the two nurses and the OP table," he replied with a smile plastered on his face.
Now most people would be disgusted with his actions… it didn't bother me in the slightest. Personally I hated porn. I didn't really see the point of it. Why girls… or guys for that matter, put themselves through the potential embarrassment and action of having sex on film. I just don't get it. I like to laugh at Doug though. That's the enjoyment I get out of watching these stupid things with him. His excitement amuses the crap outta me and hence improves my mood.
"Harry, you want a beer mate?" came Danny's voice from the kitchen.
"Please Dan, I think I need one with the way I acted," I laughed, moving from the couch to the doorway of the kitchen.
"Are you ok?" he asked in his heavy Bolton accent.
"I'll be fine… to be honest; I'm more worried about Emily," I said taking a large gulp of the beer that had been handed to me.
"As usual, Harry looking out for everyone but himself…" said Danny aimlessly, becoming entranced with the actions on the TV.
I sighed and moved back over to the couch sitting there in virtual silence, drinking my beer.
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I sat on the ground of the elevator and sighed.
'Why did he run? Why didn't I run after him? What the hell it wrong with me?' were the questions that were making their way through my mind.
"Uhh… miss, are you ok? Do you need some help?" asked the young guy who works at the reception desk.
"Oh, no… I'm fine thank-you," I said getting up off the ground on shaky legs.
"are you sure?" he asked, offering me a hand. I snapped.
"I said I'm fine! Would you please just leave me alone?!" I ran out of the building feeling guilt instantly.
I ran and ran and ran as far as my legs and lungs would take me.
I needed to vent. Needed to get everything off my chest. And needed to get answers to all of those damn questions. The only way I knew how to do that, was to talk to Monica.