Chapter 9

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Аdеlе – Wаtеr Undеr The Bridgе

A short black dress, tanned skin, rounded forms, plush lips and imps in the eyes. Olivia is a dream girl. Back in the school I knew this kind of arrogant girls. They won't have anything more in this life, except being a queen of the prom. I was even sorry for them, because the only good thing that they had was during their school years. One is not bound to see more than he can.

"So, you're a future lawyer?" Olivia asked me, while I was blatantly staring at her. If I were a porno maker, I would give her a leading role.

"Yes," I answered sharply, shifting gaze on Chris who smiled at me in return.

A brunette couldn't resist smiling, as if he read my thoughts. His brown eyes lit up. He was sitting opposite to me and it looked like he agrees with me. There you go, it's two of us already who think that Olivia would be a good porn star. The guy put his hands in a faded jeans coat and slumped back.

"I didn't enroll anywhere, I had enough of school. I don't like to study..." Olivia said, stroking her hair back.

"Sure thing, porno star," I thought to myself. They were a good couple with Harry. Perhaps men like this kind of girls like Olivia. Beautiful, with a flat-out sexiness and total absence of brain. Both were gussied up like I don't know who. Harry was sitting in white shirt and black jeans. His tattoos were sometimes seen through his shirt. I tried not to look at him and his girlfriend at all. It was fun to sit and talk with Ted and Matt.

Ted is a chestnut-haired with a snub nose. Sometimes he throws back his head in a funny manner and looks down at everyone. His messy hair looks like lived its own life. Ted tried to smooth it time to time, but it was pointless. He reminded me of a hedgehog, so funny. His gray eyes were close-set. He had a lot of tattoos like the other guys. Sport clothes...sometimes I couldn't believe that he is a Stanford student. Unlike Matt, Ted has a good self-esteem.

A blond named Matt has an angel, naive blue eyes just like a baby. His smooth features and a bush of wavy hair made him look like a cherub. I don't know, but with every day I like to spend time with these guys more and more. I realized that you need to get used to their jokes. The guys also became more kind towards me.

"Emily!" Jess's voice returned me back to reality.

I accidentally dropped her phone from the table. We both stretched to pick it up from the floor.

"I'll pick it up, Jess," I said and reached out to pick up the phone, which has fallen under the table.

No one even noticed my vain attempts. Everyone was talking about something; Harry and Olivia were whispering and only Jess was glaring at me.

"Wait a minute..." I replied shortly, getting under the table.

As I barely bended down, I finally ended up under the table. The phone was lying in a meter from me. I started crawling towards it.

"Got you!" I declared, taking the phone in my hands.

I was just about to get up, as I saw Olivia's hand on Harry's knee. My mouth opened involuntary when Olivia started moving her hand higher and higher. What a bitch! I wanted to bite her hand, but something stopped me. It was my common sense.

"Whatever," I muttered quietly.

"I got it!" I said to Jess, holding out her phone.

As I sat at the table, I started discussing with Jess whether Brian should have a haircut. Dark blond hair has already grown a little. Of course, this isn't an exciting topic, but I needed to distract myself somehow. Although, I know what can distract me. Everyone was drinking, except me and Brian. Jess's boyfriend need to drive the car after the club, so he could take us home. So why am I drinking juice? Chris made for me and Jess fake passports, so I am an adult allegedly. This way I can drink alcohol without any problem.

"I want to drink," I exclaimed.

"It's a bad idea; you don't know how to drink..." Jess replied, stroking Brian's hair. He agreed with my friend.

"You shouldn't do it," Brian added.

But it was too late, I grabbed Jess's cocktail and drank it.

"I carried her to Harry's house the last time, today it's your turn Chris..." Ted said laughing, giving me another cocktail. I took a glass without a second thought.

"Deal," Chris replied to Ted.

"And I'll carry her shoes as I always do!" Mattie said, while tapping on my shoulder.

"It doesn't worth it, little girl..." Olivia whispered, moving closer to me.

She clearly wanted to hurt me with these words. And she managed to do so, I had a second glass.

"Everybody, let's go to dance!" Ted commanded.

Everyone went towards the dance-floor...everyone except me and Chris.

"Why aren't you dancing?" I asked a brunette. My voice began to sound like echo in my head.

Finally, it worked. I started to get drunk. Jess is right, I can't drink.

"I don't like dancing," the guy answered, adjusting his hair.

I nodded with understanding; I'm not a dance lover either. I shifted my gaze over the dance-floor. Jess and Brian were dancing and laughing about something. Ted and Matt were flirting with two cute girls. Perhaps they wanted to ask them for a dance. And it seems that they have succeeded. Harry and Olivia were baldly groping each other. Is that supposed to be a dance? He was whispering to her something and she smiled in response. It's like I returned to school again and sit aside from everyone. We with Michael have never gone to parties and school evenings. Now I know that whilst I was sitting at home, my ex-boyfriend was having fun. These thoughts made me quiver. I don't want to remember Michael and think about him.

"But I would like to dance with you..." Chris interrupted my thoughts.

It seems I hiccupped because of the shock. The guy smiled shyly.

"But I don't know how," I said.

"Let's just shift from foot to foot and pretend that we're dancing?" his words made me smile.

I didn't refuse and so we are already dancing next to Jess and Brian. Chris was like a gentleman. Come to think of it, from our first encounter I thought that they were bad boys and bullies. First appearances can be deceptive. I stopped judging them by their clothes. Of course, they didn't look like boys with whom I used to communicate. Though, I knew only one guy even then my vision of him was wrong. Michael looked like a real prince. A tall bond with beautiful blue eyes. As if he was a prototype of a cartoon hero. These guys were dressed up like some bullies. Slightly bared jeans and T-shirts. Leather jackets and boots. Chris's black jeans were torn on his knee. I looked at the guys. Ted gave me a wink, interesting, what did he mean by that?

"I'm warning you that I can step on your foot," I said to Chris.

"That's okay..." he replied smiling at me.

Chris is so nice and so damn beautiful. My head started to spin. It's all because of those two glasses of cocktails.

"I can even fall," I added.

"I'm holding you," the brunette answered, holding my waist even tighter.

With this lighting, he looked mysterious and his eyes were holding some kind of secret. Black eyes captured my attention. A rough material of his coat was touching my hands. As I looked over his shoulder, I saw Harry with Olivia and whispered something.

"You like him?" the brunette diverted my thoughts.

I looked at him. His face expression was still as gentle and calm as before. I blinked quickly and frowned.

"What?" I asked uncomprehendingly.

Really, I couldn't understand what he's talking about. Maybe it's because of the alcohol.

"Harry, you like him, don't you?" he asked again smiling.

At this moment, I twisted my ankle and almost fell, but Chris, as he promised, didn't let me to fall down. Why isn't Harry the same as Chris? Is it so hard to be nice?

"No, why do you think so?" I replied.

He just nodded in response and continued smiling. I could write an entire poem about his smile. But when I get sober, I will be very ashamed.

"Is it so obvious?" I asked and instantly regretted about it.

I have just now confessed that I like him. I like Harry. Okay, I can just like him; there is nothing bad about it.

"Yes," Chris replied.

"To tell the truth, he's an idiot," I said, feeling myself tongue-tied.

I nuzzled with my cheek into his chest and put my hands on his back.

"He doesn't like me..." I added.

Why did I have to drink all those cocktails, now I am saying some kind of nonsense. Emily, you are such a moron! I look like a schoolgirl who is complaining to her friend. I hate this kind of girls.

"He's pushing you away on purpose..." I heard Chris's voice.

He was still holding my waist. It seems that we forgot that we needed to dance. And now we were just standing with our hands around each other.

"Why?" I asked shortly.

"Because he's afraid..." he replied, keeping his voice in a soft manner.

"Me? He's afraid of me?" I asked, lifting my head. And now I was looking straight into his whirlpool eyes.

"He's afraid to fall in love..." he said almost whispering. His words puzzled me even more.

"But is it so frightening, to love?" I inquired beneath my breath.

"Very..." he answered in the same tone as mine.

We were whispering, as if we were discussing a plan of conquering the world, but in the truth, we were discussing quite a different matter.

"How do you know?" I asked, but he didn't reply.

Judging by his eyes, he didn't want to talk about it, well, at very least not today. I decided not to torture him with questions, moreover I felt that I started to fall asleep and Chris's voice affected me like a lullaby. It seems that I fell asleep in his arms just like that.

I am standing again in a crowded room with strangers. "Run Emily", I thought to myself. I will make it; this time I will find him. I woke up on the same place as the last time. As I jumped up abruptly, I opened my eyes. It's dark, I can't see anything. I started looking around, so that I could have a good look.

After five minutes or so, I realized that I am sleeping on a couch in the living room. And after a second I realized that I am again at Harry's house. "Phone, I need my phone", I thought to myself. As I touched the couch, I found my bag. I took my phone and looked what time it is. It's three in the morning. Great! Well, what else do we have here? I was trying to understand where the others are, but as I was still drunk, I couldn't think properly.

I heard a familiar female laughter and understood right away, that it's coming from Harry's bedroom. As I kept my ears open, I heard Olivia's and Harry's voices. I imagined how Olivia is slugging in his bed in which I slept a week ago. I got disgusted. A strong feeling of going away took me down. I want to go away as far as possible from Olivia's laughter and Harry's whispers. As I got up, I adjusted my dress and wanted to go towards the door, but I stumbled against a coffee-table and fell. It looks like I even flew over it. It doesn't matter; I should better go and fast.

"What an idiot put it other here?" I muttered.

I hit my leg badly; tomorrow it's definitely going to hurt. I got up from the floor and picked up my bag.

"Emily?" I heard a voice from behind.

"What do you need?" I replied with a drunk voice. Someone turned on the light. Because of the bright light, I closed my face with hands.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Harry asked, while I was still standing with my eyes shut.

"I'm going home..." I answered moving my hand away.

Harry was standing in front of me having only boxer shorts on him. I turned away in a blink of an eye and headed lamely over the door.

"I'll drive you home in the morning," Harry said, trying to stop me.

"No, I want to go home, right now!" I answered rudely, while I was coming closer to the door.

"Harry, where are you?" I heard Olivia's voice.

"Oh, it looks like she's already tired of waiting. Don't make a girl wait for you," I said in the same tone.

"I'll walk you home..." the guy said, trying to stop me again.

"No, I'll handle it myself!" I said moving his arm from my shoulder.

"You act like a child! Wait here! I'll get dressed and walk you home!" he said with a demanding voice, as if it was a command.

Harry quickly headed to the bedroom. Without losing any time, I opened the door and went out in the hallway. My leg still hurts. I jumped on one leg towards the elevator.

"It doesn't work," I heard a voice from behind. I turned around.

"We'll have to go downstairs, and yes, thank you for waiting..." Harry added, moving closer to me.

"Why the hell you're going with me?" I asked rudely.

"Let's go already..." he commanded, as he nodded over the stairs.

Why is he commanding? I can't stand when someone commands. A fresh air intoxicates me even more. It was quite cold outside, considering that I am wearing only a light dress. I looked at Harry, he put only jeans and a dark T-shirt on, it seems that he was in a hurry and now he is feeling cold. We were walking in silence; I didn't really want to talk with him, at least not in this condition. We walked about twenty minutes; my leg hurt terribly, especially my knee. Having walked a little bit more, I saw a bench.

"I need to rest," I said while sitting down.

"Emily, we're almost there. You'll rest at home..." he replied, coming closer to me. It looks like Harry is in a hurry; he wants to go back to Olivia. Just you see, I will ruin your plans.

"My knee hurts..." I almost groaned, patting my leg.

I sighted heavily. My hair fell on my forehead. I imagine how I look right now. Hair is unfastened and lies carelessly on my shoulders. My make-up has probably come off.

"Let me see," Harry said, sitting on his haunches beside me.

"What? No..." I started, but it was already late. Harry wrapped his hands around my leg and pulled it closer.

"It's not a big deal, just a bruise, but we'll have to treat it when we come..." the guy said, while getting up. I looked at my knee and saw a clotted blood.

"So what, let's go?"

"No, I haven't had enough of rest yet," I mumbled, still glaring at my knee.

"There's just five minutes left till your house!" he insisted.

I didn't reply anything and kept sitting on the bench. Why is he pulling the strings? I am not a dog!

"I had enough of this!" he said.

As he grabbed me and threw over his shoulder, he went over my house.

"Hey! Put me down!" I started protesting, but he didn't even react. I began kicking him on the back, but it was useless.

"I can walk home by myself," I continued.

"Of course, we've been down that road before," the guy answered with laughter.

And so like this we came to my house, I was still sticking to my guns, but Harry had his own plans. He was probably in such a hurry to that 'porn star' that he was ready to carry me all the way home.

"Here you go, Emily, we have come," Harry sighted, as he let me down.

"But we have to go upstairs..."

"You're joking?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What if someone attacks me?" I continued insisting and making eyes. You won't return to Olivia so fast, let her wait even more.

"Then why are you still standing, let's go..." he said, pointing on the door.

After five minutes, we were standing next to my door. I must come up with something. Today I will goof on him properly. He was making fun of me for a long time and now will come my justice.

"My mission is complete you just need to open the door and go to bye-byes," the guy said with relief.

"But I can't open the door, you open it!" I threw him the keys.

Harry managed to catch them, he has a good reaction. I leaned back against the wall, so that I didn't fall, feeling that I'm falling asleep. Just in time, Emily. Of course, that's all I need to fall asleep in the hallway. Harry chuntered something, while he was opening the door and I began gradually moving down along the wall.

"Are you serious? Good timing for sleeping..." I heard a muttering.

He lifted me up and threw me again over his shoulder. We entered my flat, or rather he entered and I was hanging on his shoulder.

"On the right," I indicated direction to my room.

Finally, as we reached my room, he let me down on my bed.

"Shoes," I continued leading him, swinging my legs.

I wonder, how long he is planning to be so obedient? Harry sat down on his haunches and started taking them off.

"My pajamas are on the dresser," I said pointing over the dresser.

The guy turned around silently and went after my pajamas. As I sat down on the bed, I began looking at him. He came closer and handed me a pile of my clothes. I stood up and turned my back to him.

"Dress," I continued to command, pointing at the zipper.

"Who do you think I am? I'm not your dogsbody!" I heard an angry voice.

"Harry walk me home, then open the door, then take off my shoes!"

"Hey, I didn't ask you to walk me home..." I interrupted him, trying to hide my grin.

"I regret about it already, I'd better stayed with Olivia!" he continued being rude.

His words ruffled my feelings. I kept silent and after a few seconds of silence I felt Harry unzipping my dress.

"And stop commanding me. If anyone is in command here, then it's me!" the guy said with an angry voice.

"Yes, sir!" I replied.

"Hands!" he commanded.

I lifted my hands and he pulled my dress up.

"Turn away" I squeaked, grabbing my T-shirt from the bed.

"What I haven't seen there?" he muttered.

I quickly put on my T-shirt and pants. As I turned around, I saw Harry who was standing with his back to me and crossed arms on his chest.

"Done," I broke the silence. He turned around to me and looked at my pajamas.

"Where's the medicine box?" he asked without changing his tone.

"In the bathroom, I'll bring it..." I replied, trying so that my voice sounded more softly.

"Sit down, I'll bring it," he said, heading over the bathroom.

I sat down obediently; it seems that I made him downright angry. Harry returned with a medicine box and sat on the floor, to treat my knee.

"I can do it myself..." I said silently.

"Sit down already."

As he took a cotton pad and a hyper oxide, Harry began wiping my clotted blood and treating a small wound on my knee.

"Ouch! That hurts!" I cried, moving away my leg, but Harry grabbed me tightly by shank, so that I didn't break free.

"You didn't have to fight with my coffee-table!" he swore almost rudely.

"But it hurts!" I try to pull out my leg from his grip, so that it doesn't hurt so much.

"It's not a big deal, you'll endure it," he cut me off.

"Actually, you need to blow on the wound, so that it doesn't hurt so badly. Your mom didn't do it for you?" I asked.

"No..." he replied quietly after a small pause.

I looked at him awkwardly as he lowered his head, pretending that he is staring at my knee. It seems that I hurt him with my words. I tried to see his facial expression. Harry silently frowned

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