Y/N was positive Harry hated her.
It was something that she had tried to explain away at first but how could she not feel that way when he acted like he did? Granted... the man barely said more than a few sentences whenever they hung out.
He was Niall's friend. Since Y/N's best friend was dating Niall and they all ran around the same friend group, it was inevitable that she would meet Harry at some point. He was intimidating as it was. Tall. Broad. Tattooed. Longer hair and a sharp jaw. If she was being honest with herself, Harry was fucking gorgeous and she was lucky to have been able to be around him considering the amount of people he rejected in his general vicinity.
But he didn't talk to her. Niall said it was normal, that he didn't talk to many people. He was more of a observant guy. It wasn't like Y/N hasn't ever heard his voice because she has... and it's it's to die for. Low and raspy, a rolling tone that made her shiver when she did get the chance to hear it. It just stung that it was never given to her directly.
On their nights at the pub, he would sit across from her and stare. Glare, more like. It made her uncomfortable at times, his intense eyes on her when she spoke... and sometimes even when she was just sitting. Y/N didn't have the nerve to look up and meet his stare full in because honestly, it could probably make her cry. She was a softer being. Sweet. A lot of people described her as feeling comfortable, like a blanket or whatever. There was not enough nerve in her body to look up and challenge or question his stare.
It did hurt her feelings a little bit though. She was used to people liking her, and if not at least getting an idea of what she did to offend them. With Harry? It was a mystery.
Even Niall told her she was mistaken. He had this notion that Harry just thought she was 'pretty' and he would work up the nerve to talk to her. That was something she found to be ridiculous because the stare felt a lot more angry than just a 'I think you're pretty' type of look. It was a 'I want you to fuck off and leave me alone' thing. She thinks.
Perhaps it stung a bit more because at first, Y/N could see herself having a crush on him. Maybe even did, a little bit. It wasn't hard to harbor feelings for a mysterious, dark, handsome, tattooed man. He had a pretty voice and he was a tattoo artist and she always found that to be incredible attractive. He had a beautiful energy too. Despite the glaring, Y/N found herself wanting to be around him. It was awful.
Harry was just a confusing thing for her. She barely knew him and yet spent a while looking at his social media, which was really just photos of tattoos, some nature shots and his cat. There had to be some softness inside of there to have a cat, right?
Maybe what was most offensive to her was the fact he wouldn't talk to her. He would answer people if they directly spoke to him. Maybe a short answer, sure, but he would at the very least verbally respond. The times Y/N had tried, it was either a nod, a shake of the head or a shrug before he moved on. That stung. It was both embarrassing and upsetting. Making effort to be shot down.
Based on that and the glares, Y/N was positive he hated her. And tonight was no different. He sat with his elbow on the table, fingers pinching his lip as his pierced brow furrowed and looked intimidatingly at the girl. It was like he was lost in his own irritation that she was here or something, and that's what got her to be a bit upset. The stares made her squirm, moving slightly in the booth before excusing herself to go to the bar.
A sigh of relief left her lungs as she sagged against the bar top, ordering a long island politely. A moment of peace was what she needed. Sometimes social situations overstimulated her and she needed a breather, and this was perfect.
Until she heard a throat clear next to her.
A man stood next to her with a smug look on his face. He was slightly taller than her, in a suit- Who wore a suit to this pub- and a drink in his hand that he most likely way overpaid for. His hair was slicked back with a bit too much gel and he got a little too close to comfort, so Y/N smiled politely and stepped to the side a little to make room.
