Eighteen ➵ z.m. [Camp NaNoWriMo November 2015]

<8>Right on time, just like you promised.

Turns out that Harry is better company than I orginally thought. After grabbing hamburgers from this local restraunt, Harry drove to an icecream parlor where he purchased a sundae for each of us before driving us back to Malik Inc.

From there we went up to this spacious office and watched Netflix on his computer while chowing down on dessert. I ended up staying up in Harry's office just hanging out with him for a longer time then I had intended.

His personal asssitant, a blonde girl who's name I didn't quite catch had to come remind Harry of a meeting with some of his co-works which was schuduled to begin around five o'clock in the evening. It was then when I took my leave, as I didn't want to be any more of a bother than I had already been.

It felt as if I had worn out my welcome, as I had been hogging Harry's attention from about one o'clock in the afternoon to about half past four o'clock. To be honest I'm surprised that I could put up with him for so long.

When most people were concerned I couldn't be in their company for extensive amounts of time, as I was very easily pissed off by most.

But with Harry I didn't feel that way- of course there were brief moments of awkward silence after a question was asked that overstepped the others boundaries, but other than that we were good.

In all honest I was just caught off guard by some of the questions Harry asked, especially the ones that involved Zayn. He wasn't exactly prying, but it was obvious a point of intrest for Harry, although I'm not sure why. The questioning didn't exactly make me uncomfortable, but it was just unexpected.

After I left Harry's office that Wednesday evening, I went on about my business stopping by the grocery store and then purchasing a bottle of the finest wine at a liquor store.

I purchased the wine to go along with the meal in which Zayn was preparing in my honor.

There was still an entire day for me to waste away before I was suppose to meet Zayn at his house to talk over this merger deal.

I was a bit nervous as I didn't know what I was going to do- if I accepted the offer presented, then I was being thrust back into the very world I hated. But on the other hand if I didn't accept it, I would be breaking my promise to my father and making the remainder of my life a living hell.

There was no easy answer, but part of being an adult is making some tough choices.

All of Thursday I expected to mope around my apartment, dying of boredom, but Harry kept me company by texting me throughout the day while I did some chores around the house and picked out my look for Friday.

I had even asked for his opinion on which dress I should wear, but he quickly diverted from the topic saying that, fashion wasn't his forte.

Now it was nearly a quarter past five, and I'm frantically running to my bedroom from my bathroom trying to get ready for tonight. I didn't want to be late to dinner with Zayn, as I had promised to be on time this go around.

He probably doesn't have a very good impression of me, but I was desperately trying to change that. Hopefully tonight would do just that.

By the time I arrived at Zayn's place- a beach side home that was too large for just one person- I had managed to calm myself down significantly.

I wasn't as nerves as I had been, but the text my father had sent was everything but reassuring.

Ronald Wilde
6:47 pm
Don't fuck this up for me.

It was insulting to know, that he obviously didn't think that much of me. But instead of moping about the message I just reply and keep moving on with my evening.