Kill of the night

Prequel/ Changes

2017, November
Bristol

Josie

"How do I look?" I do a little spin so that Elie can be sure of her answer.

"Beautiful as always" I huff not liking it enough, " why are you so worried, it's just dinner."

"With Harry's parents!"

"Yeah and? We've had dinner with them loads of times, I still don't get your point"

My point is that Harry's parents are important in our town, if I want to be somebody in life the first people I have to impress are them. And maybe also because I intend to be their son's wife.

"Forget it"

"Grab your bag and let's go or we'll be late" I grab a gloss and some mint gum, just in case.

The trip there is super short, in less than 10 minutes Elise is parking the car in their garage.

I always thought my house was big, that was until I steeped foot inside his house. I have to admit that I got lost the first few times I came here.

Everything here has ridiculous dimensions.

"Good evening Mr and Mrs Styles, it's so good to see you again" My sister hugs them both and I do the same after her.

Since the house is giant, it is automatically also terrifying. It has haunted house vibes from the movies, you know?

"Good to see you too, come in, Harry is already at the table" Mrs Styles extends her arm to let us in, kindly as ever.

Again I follow my sister, she's been here many more times than I have, so she has knowledge of all the corners. She leads me to the kitchen where Harry is sitting.

As soon as I look at him, I notice that his posture is different. He has tense shoulders and a blank expression.

"Sit down please" Elise and I sat on either side of him

The maid enters shortly after with a beautiful plate of meat with rice and beans. It's mouth watering to anyone.

"Help yourselves, girls" I hesitate once I pick up the spoon, Harry's dad is not even at the table yet, shouldn't we wait? "Hmm, are we suppose to start eating without Mr Styles?"

"Oh...he won't be joining us, a lot of work, you know" With that I hear Harry physically sigh, and when I look at him he's rolling his eyes.

I've never been very observant of the relationship Harry has with his parents until now. In my mind, being the son of a rich couple, with power in the city, still married and with only one child was the desire of any teenager, but apparently not everyone.

His mother doesn't seem surprised that her husband isn't joining us to eat, but she isn't indifferent either. Her expression and voice dropped a bit when I asked about Mr Styles.

I look at my sister and she shakes her head, telling me to keep my mouth shut from now on. And I do just that. I wasn't about to demand answers from Harry or his mother as to why his father wouldn't even sit down to eat in family, no matter how much i felt like it.