"" He says and hangs up.

I throw my phone on the sofa and walk to the kitchen.

I don't really know when I started to appreciate Blain's daily calls, it just happened. I'll admit that I was not very fond of them in the begining but they grew on me. Atleast they did after a little bit of digging to find out that it was in fact Blain who was calling me.

I had seen him a couple of times when I actually left my aprtment in the stairwell. But I never knew it was him untill Rudith told me. For me he was always just the tattooed guy who lived in the same building. That most certainly changed.

At first I didn't belive Blain when he told me that my neighbor was the one who gave him my number. Who would belive that the seventy year old lady next door would give a boy your number? I was convinced that it was Elizabeth since she always talks about the fact that I needed a boyfriend. To which I responded that I am a stong woman who doesn't need a boyfriend. But the truth is that I am scared of getting hurt after letting someone get close, it happened before and is bound to happen again.

That's why the thing between me and Blain is good. It isn't real, it's just phone calls. After a while it will go two days, three days, four days between our calls and soon enough we will never talk again. And it will be fine because we never met, we never talked face to face, we never had anything real.

Or atleast that is what I am telling myself.

A knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. Thinking that it is Rudith, I open the door without seeing who it is.

Well lets just say that it isn't Rudith. There he stands in all his glory, tattoos and all.

And fantasy just became reality.

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There will come more chapter like this both from Harper's and Blain's POV. So i hope you liked it.

P.S Harper at the top. Xo Thxldx