My Childhood Crush

Chapter 3

"Jerk!" I murmured and my clothes landed quite harshly on the bed. He was the one who wanted to meet, not me! I raged. The evening had come and gone and he still hadn't texted me.

Four hours had passed, and still, there was no sign of him. My phone was charged and put on the table next to the small TV so that there would be no chance I'd missed his message. And even with all of that, I went to check it every five minutes, just to be sure.

During this time, I had already unpacked all of my stuff and now there was nothing to do but wait. I didn't feel like reading, no TV show could keep my attention and so I sat at the window, looking at the beautiful view.

I mean, I shouldn't be surprised and I definitely shouldn't be hurt. It had always been me, who reached out to him and tried to meet, simply because I had always cared more. And even now, he said that he simply wanted to hear someone speak Latvian. I knew it wasn't about us catching up, but he didn't even have the decency to act as he’d missed me.

You knew this would happen! So why did you hope he would actually write to you? I scolded myself.

My clothes now landed on the floor to make room for me in bed. I buried my head in the pillow and groaned. And why did you have to act like a b***h and make him think that you didn't want to see him if he was the only thing you had thought about these last four hours?

I rolled around in the monstrous bed and decided it was time to stop whining and get out of the apartment. I had just gotten here after all. So I changed into a bikini again, put on a simple, white dress and went to the beach again. It was only eight, and the air still was quite hot.

I took a long stroll along the water and thought about my future plans, completely losing myself to the beauty of this place. And not thinking about a certain someone who had just popped out of nowhere and already left my heart racing.

***

As I stumbled into the apartment, I giggled. The wine had left me feeling sooo good and warm inside. I felt like I could do whatever I wanted. And at this point, I wanted to confront Harry. So I opened the text messages and quickly sent him one before I could change my mind.

Hey. Where u at?

I ripped my dress, trying to get it off, and pouted. This had been my favorite piece of clothing and I had ruined it on the first day, but I just couldn't figure out how to get out of it. Why were these two layers necessary?

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and when I came back, there still was no answer from Harry.

I sent him my location, adding Come meet me ;), and then slipped under the silk sheets that I had specially bought before leaving home. Within seconds I was asleep and did not hear the sound of an incoming text.

***

Why am I even up? I groaned in displeasure. It was still dark outside and the clock on the bedside table showed that I had slept for only an hour. But since I really needed to go to the toilet, I believed this to be the reason for it.

I quietly padded to the bathroom and while I was washing my hands, I heard it again.

Someone was pounding on my door.

My heart began racing before I remembered that I had given Harry my address and asked him to meet me. But it was 1 a.m. Had he really thought it was a good idea to come here so late?

I ran to get my phone and sure enough, there was a text from him, saying he would be here as soon as he could. I checked myself in the mirror, then went to answer the door.

He leaned against the frame and smirked when saw my pajamas. In one hand he had a bottle of wine, the other held a cigarette. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and black, ripped jeans. Simply saying, he looked fiiiine.

"Hello, kitty. I got your messages," he said and entered the room. His scent was so masculine and I felt myself blush. I still felt a little bit buzzed, but there was no way I would decline a drink with him.

And even if I was not sure why he decided to come so late, there was no way I was going to waste this opportunity.