Part 5: Friends?
Niall drove me home that morning. He asked over and over again what happened after he'd fell asleep, but I refused to answer. Harry would do the same if I was lucky. I'd never been that embarrassed before. The kiss was an impulsive one. I wasn't even sure if I liked Harry in that way.
Harrys car were in the driveway when I got home. Great. Why couldn't he just disappear for a few weeks? That would make everything much easier. "I'm home," I yelled when I came in the door. "Good morning, Nora," Anne said from the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat?" she asked. "No thanks. I ate at Niall's," I said before going straight to my bedroom. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. All I wanted to do was to get some sleep. I'd been up all night waiting for Harry to come back, or at least call.
I heard a knock on my door. "Can I come in?" a voice asked. "Sure," I said without thinking, recognizing the voice a second too late. "What do you want?" I tried not to look at Harry. "I want to apologize," he told me. "I'm not going to live here anymore, so don't you worry about getting along with me again," I said trying not to cry. I was surprised over how emotional I was for such a little thing. "What?" he asked. "I'll be living at a hotel for a while. Maybe I'll go back to Norway, or I might come back here. I just need a while to figure out what I want to spend my time here doing. Please leave my room, will you?" I asked.
I packed my belongings and came up with an excuse for leaving to my uncle. Maybe I overreacted, but I couldn't stand being around Harry all the time. He obviously didn't want to be anything but friends. Now we're not even friends. I'm not sure if we're going to stay in touch or if this is the end of our friendship, we'll see how thing goes. Mom sent me money to pay for the hotel room, but I still had to get a job to afford food and all kinds of necessary stuff. That was that day's mission: get a job.
I can't believe I actually got a well-paid job. It wasn't the dream job to work as a waitress, I'd always hated putting on a fake smile, but I couldn't say no to an opportunity like that. When I finally got home from an exhausting day looking for work, I had over ten missed calls. The first one was from Sophie. I called her. "Hi, Sophie, how's your summer so far?" I asked. "It's okay, but a bit boring without you. I haven't spoken to you since you left. How's England?" I smiled. Sophie always talked a lot, but I loved it. "It's great, but things are not like I wanted them to be. Harry and I got into a fight my first day here, we'll probably be friends again, but I'm not living at my uncle's at the moment." Sophie laughed. "Stuff like that always happens to you," she said. "I know," I said ending the conversation.
I went to bed when I was done talking to those who'd called me. Mum begged me to come back home, saying she missed me, but I didn't want to. I still had the whole summer in front of me. I heard a knock on the door. "I'm sleeping!" I yelled from bed. "Please, let me in," a voice said. I got out of bed and went to open the door. Harry. Water dripped from his hair. It'd been raining all day long. "What do you want?" I asked. "Nora, I don't get why we're not talking. Or, I do, but I think we need to sit down and figure things out." I nodded and let him in. "Harry, I'm sorry for kissing you. I really am, but what I don't get is why you went home without talking about it. I didn't get the chance to say how sorry I am," I told. "Can I sit?" he asked pointing at the couch. "Yeah," I said and sat down beside him. "First of all, this is not your fault. I really wanted to kiss you. The reason I ran away were that I was scared what people would think, especially dad, since you're his sister's daughter. Nora, please, let me kiss you again," he begged.
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