Remedy | Harry Styles

03

"So," Harry starts. "I'm just gonna cut to the chase. I think you're talented and I'm in desperate need of a lead guitarist."

I stare back at him, processing his words. I breathe in quickly, searching my brain for what to say next. He tilted his head then, still looking at me. "What do you say?"

"I don't really understand what you mean..." I trail off. From what I know, Harry Styles is a pretty famous guy, who could probably have anyone in the world at his fingertips. I don't understand why he would ask me of all people.

"Okay, maybe I came on too strong." Harry smiles softly and sighs. "Do you want to go somewhere? I know a place not too far from here."

"I don't have any money," I say, shaking my head.

"On me." I stare at him for a moment. When I don't respond he says, "Oh, come on. One drink?"

"But my friends—"

He rolls his eyes playfully. "So text them."

I sigh, looking down at my phone. "Fine...You're not a serial killer are you?" I ask hesitantly.

He doesn't say anything but laughs and then takes my hand softly to lead me out of the room. I stare at Elijah as we pass him and he has a huge goofy smile on his face.

"Thank me later," Elijah calls out.

I ask Harry where we're going as we walk down the street arm in arm. I don't really know why I agreed to go with him, because I don't know who he is after all. But something inside of me is telling me to take a risk this time.

"A better place than that club; no offense to Elijah," he chuckles under his breath. The chilled night air breezes through my hair and against my bare arms.

"Are we close?" I mutter, chattering my teeth.

Harry laughs. "Cold?" I nod as he takes one of his arms and throws it lazily over my shoulder, making me take a step to the side closer to him. My bare skin that he touches starts to get warmer by the second, as well as my face.

I stare down at the ground as we continue walking and then he finally stops in front of a building. Harry walks with me through the door, the bouncer not even giving us a second look. He takes me straight to the stairs that were off to the side in this huge room we were in. The lights were low and the music was loud. I wouldn't doubt that everyone in here is wasted.

He takes my hand in his as he leads me to the top of the stairs, and then into what I assume is a private room with its own private bar. It's a lot nicer up here than it is downstairs, and I'm starting to wonder why Harry even wanted to bring me here.

"Sit," Harry demands. I shyly walk over to the black suede seats, making myself comfortable. I watch him as he walks behind the bar, taking a bottle off the shelf. After that he grabs a few glasses and then sets it down on the table that's in front of me.

"So," Harry begins as he pours our drinks. "Tell me about yourself."

I sigh. "Why do you care?"

I was always cautious of people, especially men. And in the few minutes of knowing Harry, it was clear to me he knew that he had some sort of upper hand.

He looks at me softly. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, there's not much to know," I state, leaning my head back on the seat and nearly staring up at the ceiling. Harry then does the same thing, but instead of looking up, I feel his eyes on the side of my face.

"Tell me anything," he says.

My mouth gets dry then, and I take a small sip of the strong drink he poured and then revert back to the position I was in. "My name is Alina," I start, smiling to myself.