Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Harry styles

A WEEK LATER

I don't know what urged me to message Iris. It was like something just told me not? I don't know how to explain it, I mean both Niall and Dylan weren't with me at the time... I just guess I have this feeling I have to keep her close, I don't want to. But letting her leave now just feels wrong. I cant explain it myself if I'm fully honest.

So now I'm sitting here glancing at her 'hi?'. When I should be getting ready for a night I had planned, it's a bit pathetic that I'm still staring at a text sent a week ago. I should just reply right? It's not like the whole fucking world will collapse if I reply...

Too awkward not doing it. Fucking idiot.

I stand up from my perched stance against the counter setting my phone down. Glancing up toward the mirror hung from the wall across me,

My arms feel tight in this shirt, constricted. Not exactly the best feeling. The black crisp shirt hugs my neck tightly, I normally prefer my chest to see the light of day... but unfortunately this isn't exactly my idea of fun tonight. A black dress suit covering my frame, the button done up on the jacket, swallowing my body, and not so comfortably.

Everything just feels so tight like I can barely breathe, it also may be down to the fact that I have been set up on a blind date, and have no idea who I'm trying to impress.

Lord let them have some sort of fucking personality.

I'm not doubting this night will be hell but If everything turns to shit, I'll just load myself up with drugs or something to do the job. You never know I might even get a lay out of This.

You must be wondering why the fuck would I go on a date. I'm obviously not looking to settle down, am I. Correct. Out of the kindness of my heart I'm doing this, or more because I was pressured into it with the persuasion of Vivi not coming to visit. Well no doubt that fucking did it. I'd do anything for that little girl.

I straighten my suit, smoothing the minor creases out of the front. This time no suits were missing, luckily... I had gotten back from tour a couple days ago meaning it was closer to those few days I'll have to be sparing my time with the lovely Iris. I simply cannot wait...

My run a hand through my hair before leaning into the mirror just to simply stare at my eyes. I'm not a narcissist. My eyes are literally useless... actually I might be a narcissist and on the verge of blindness but still. I can see the shapes that makeup my Iris's. Great now I associate her with my eyes. No. Specks of dark litter them, there's so different to others. It's weird to think how others can see me different to how I see myself through my eyes. Fucking weird. It's a odd subject to bring up though, so I don't exactly go around flaunting it.

I look down toward my shoes trying to prepare myself for these hellish hours. I shouldn't be so hard on this, you never know, I could be telling this story in a few years. Kids, this is how I met your mother. Gross, not that I'd even let a girl indulge in my deep bloody past, I doubt I'll even see this girl again after tonight.

The sunlight pouring on the side of my face brings me out of my thoughts, without even thinking I pick my phone up again, walking towards the window that floods light into my hall, the sun bold and bright, my eyes feeling as though they sting from how soft it looks. Who knew something so soft could be so dangerous. I bring my phone up to the window taking a picture before I feel my lips turn up before I automatically force them down not even a second later. Your an idiotic man. I know.

Iris's window was bigger than mine, stretching across the whole of her living room, drowning it in iridescent light. The only window that can capture the sunset in my apartment is the one in the hall, it's big but every other building blocks the sun from streaming in. Not to even mention her view, no buildings blocking, no uncontrollable sound of screeching cars. Just a weirdly small cat and the sky.