Chapter 12

Elena's POV

I opened my eyes gently as the sun's rays reflected on me. A smile escapes my face as I think about what happened last night. Suddenly, I heard some voices. I hadn't fully opened my eyes but I knew that voice wasn't Harry. I could still feel his cold body wrapped around me.

"I think they've gone mad. They don't look okay." I heard a feminine voice speaks. She should be in her sixties. I could tell from her voice.

"You're right. Why would they be naked? Should we call the cops?" A man spoke.

Cops!!!! It rang in my head as I opened my eyes quickly. I don't want to spend the night in a cell. Makes me think of RATS!!

"Oh, oh, She's awake!" The woman says, alerting the man next to her who was already on his phone.

"We aren't crazy and please don't call the police!" I spoke, waking up Harry.

"Harry, Harry," I whispered but he groaned speaking in a language quite irritating to the strangers.

"Oh, sex, drinks, pussy, banana, that's all I know," Harry spoke weirdly.

The woman quickly brought her phone about to call the police.

"Harry!" I screamed.

He finally woke up after hearing me scream.

"What's going on?" He said, picking his clothes beside him. I bet he couldn't remember he was sleep talking.

"They think we are crazy. Please tell them we are not." We can't really blame the old couples. That's the first thing that will come to anyone's mind.

"Ma'am we aren't crazy. Our car broke down so we decided to spend the night here." Harry stood up, forgetting he was naked.

"I... I think we will leave you guys to it. When you're done you can come into our house to have breakfast before you leave." The old lady says, a little uncomfortable to see Harry's nakedness.

"Okay," Harry said, still unaware that he was standing naked.

"Just cover yourself. We don't need to see what you have underneath." The old man says, leaving us. He turns his back at Harry giving him a weird look.

I hit my face with my palm, feeling so embarrassed.

"What?" Harry said, facing me. He wasn't still bothered about his nakedness.

My face almost melted as I saw that stuff beneath his legs.

I quickly faced the other side, wearing my clothes.

"El... do you want to say something?" He said putting on his clothes.

"No..." I denied it.

"You want to talk about last night?" Harry spoke.

"Nothing happened last night." I walked out of the ranch without looking at Harry, heading to the couple's home. It was best if we forget about what happened because we can't be together no matter how hard we try.

They were having Hash browns for breakfast.

"Oh, come join us. So sorry if this dish is little. We weren't expecting visitors." The old lady welcomed us in.

"Oh, it's alright. Really." I assured her.

"So...you both are couples?" The old woman asked me as she sets the dish.

I almost choked on my food as she spoke. She's gotta be kidding.

"No! Not at all." I looked at Harry's face but he didn't even look at me. I wasn't sure if he was hurt.

"Then why were you guys naked? It seemed like there was a lot of drama." She wiggled her brows at me.

"We were cold," I say, not giving every detail.

"Is that so?" The old woman faced Harry, wanting to hear his on side of our story.

"We had sex and she keeps denying it like she didn't spend the best time in her life last night," Harry spoke, glaring at me.

"What?!" I hit my fist against the table. Harry was going too far.

"And how did you know I had the best time IN MY LIFE?" I stressed.

"Because you wouldn't stop moaning my name. Ha..rry..." He teased me.

"What the..." I gasped. What the hell is wrong with him?

"Honey, they remind of our youth days. We would keep denying that we weren't in love with each other." The old woman chuckled as she placed her head on her husband's shoulder for a while.

"Lady, I was just like you. If you really have feelings for him just say it before some other girl snatches what yours. You don't want to grow old regretting your actions." The woman spoke.

I stood up ready to leave. I'm not going to sit down here listening to some shit stories.

"I have a boyfriend and I love him. Thanks for the food. I'll be taking my leave now." I left the house.

Harry followed me, walking faster.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Harry said, catching up with me.

I didn't reply him. I don't even want to talk to him.

"Elena, I'm sorry."

I turned to him immediately he called me 'Elena'. He always called me El.

"It's not going to work, Harry." He was trying to get me to speak.

We finally got home after we alighted from a bus.

I opened the door, seeing Shawn having breakfast. I was extremely surprised.

"Where were you guys last night?"