Remedy | Harry Styles

06

It wasn't long after the show until we were all at another club. Word got out where Harry was, and we decided that it would be better to go somewhere else for the night. Right now I'm sat with Harry's band and Elijah while Harry is at the bar getting a round of drinks for the table.

I've learned that the drummer is Niall Horan, Andrew Gomez is on piano and vocals as well as Isobel Daniels. The lead guitarist that accepted the job over me is named Ian Bowen. I hadn't talked to any of them a ton, but they all seemed nice enough.

"So," the girl sitting next to me leans over. "How did you and Harry meet?" Isobel was a small girl, her blonde curly hair framing her face. She wore a low cut tight black dress, and matte red lipstick.

"We actually met at one of my gigs," I tell her. "At Elijah's club."

She makes a face of disgust and then quickly covers it up with a smile. "Oh, that's...nice for you."

I nod, feeling unsure about her response. "And you and Harry? How did you guys meet?" I prod.

"Harry and I have been close for a while," she says, a slight smirk. "We kind of have a thing going on."

I feel my heart drop into my stomach. "A thing?" I mutter to her in confusion.

"Mhm," she says, looking me up and down. "I'm
pretty much his girlfriend; even if he doesn't say it."

Nausea is rising in my throat at her words. My attention is taken away from out conversation when Harry begins setting down various glasses on the table, sliding them towards us. He then gets into the booth next to me, patting my thigh as he sits down.

"You okay?" he asks. He must notice the expression on my face. I feel uncomfortable now, sitting between the both of them. I didn't think Harry was like that.

Of course, nothing had happened between us. But he did tell me has a crush on me. Twice. Unless he meant like... a friend crush? Either way, I definitely feel like I intruded.

"You have a girlfriend?" I ask quietly to him. Isobel doesn't hear me. She's already talking to the other band members and drink is nearly half gone.

Harry furrows his eyebrows. "...No. Why would you think that?" He then flickers his eyes behind me, and I assume he makes eye contact with Isobel. "Oh," he mutters.

"So..."

"What are you guys talking about?" Isobel interrupts, leaning her head on to her hand that was rested on the table. She leans forward so that Harry and I have a clear view of his face.

"Nothing—s"

"Isobel, stop telling people we're dating," Harry says in annoyance. Some of the other band members at the table start to notice the uncomfortable conversation we were having. I feel worse.

"Oh, come on, Harry." Isobel scoffs. "You fuck me after almost every show, what's the difference?"

I nearly choke at her words.

"Isobel," Harry says quietly but harshly. Now pretty much everyone is paying attention, and the tension is high. I want nothing more than to sink into the chair and disappear.

"What?" Isobel asks innocently. "Has he fucked you, Alina?"

I stand up then, feeling like I was going to vomit. I ignore her question. "Can you let me out, please?" I say quickly to Harry.

"Alina—"

"Harry," I interrupt him, my voice a little more seriously. "Let me out."

"Leaving so soon, hun?" Isobel remarks. I ignore her, climbing over Harry and not caring how crazy I looked. I wouldn't cry in front of them, and I knew my eyes would begin to water any second.