Pleasure & Pain|| Harry Styles || h.s.

Regret it.

*Preview:

Anne?” his voice made me turn round.

“Yeah?”

“Meet me at the club. At 9pm sharp.”

He spoke with a small nod and left the door open.

“What just happened?

*Now:

ANNE:

He should be more polite and nice rather than demanding like a boss.

Another knock made me groan hard and open the door to open to find a woman ready with food.

“Yes?” I questioned as I didn’t ordered anything.

“Your order ma’am.”

“But I-..” I spoke but she pointed at someone in the hallway.

“I did! Bon Appetit!” Harry almost screamed from the verge of his room, making me giggle.

I let her place the food and closed the door Again.

Damn! I feel like letting this door open wide so I don’t have to answer it again n again.

For now my clothes are in, I showered and changed into a set of t-shirt and tract pants before eating the food.

The first bite of food had me rolling but I’m so confused.

 

Harry, he just acts like two different people in one body.

He’s not possessed, right?

On one hand,
He’s rude, drink, gets angry, knocks hell out of people, bossy and on other he’s nice, polite, a bit caring.

A very little bit I meant.

Seems like he’s down – I giggled at the thought of his strong mood swings.

I resume my show and emptied the food within a matter of minutes.

I can’t stop thinking about Zayn.

I mean damn he’s handsome and has a strong personality but he’s just beyond my understanding.

His talking was more diverted to taunt Harry rather than answering my queries.

He seems as if a lot of stuff goes in his head but he only let’s out the appropriate one, trying to get favored.

Harry is no less than Zayn but these two don’t do well with each other is all I’m sure of as of now.

Moreover, I’m kind of upset that I didn’t read the agreement before harry came when Jeff mentioned it pointing specifically.

What if there might me something that won’t fit with me along this phrase of the pact and will lead to consequences in the future?

But harry signs these kind of things a couple of times a day so if he assured it’s fine then maybe it is.

 

It’s getting boring so I checked the time but reminded that my phone isn’t with me any longer so I look for my wrist watch.

But it isn’t there.

I kept them in Harry’s washroom upstairs.

I jumped off the bed, pacing the plates aside to get my watch back. I guess, it only Harry & I that are staying in this part as of now.

I stepped out in the lane, stopping at his door and knocked for him to open.

No answer.

I knocked again.