Obsessed [h.s. au]

[11] Poison

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I pick my poison and it's you
Nothing can kill me like you do
You're going straight to my head
And I'm heading straight for the edge
I pick my poison and it's you
I pick my poison and it's you

Poison - Rita Ora

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"Ione..." Harry sings as he approaches. A smile forms at the sound of his voice. It's perfect. I feel him walking closer to me, until he taps on my shoulder. I turn around and I see him grinning at me.

I raise an eyebrow and ask him, "Why so happy?"

"I did something." He says and brushes his palms on his jeans out of nervousness.

"What did you do?"

"I arranged you a blind date." My eyes nearly pop out of my head and my mouth hangs open. I'm not sure if I heard him correctly.

"What did you just say?"

He shuts his eyes tightly as if something is going to hit him in the face. "Iarrangedyouablinddate" He blurts out again and I glare at him.

"Harry!" I shout. "Why did you do such a thing?"

"Sorry, I saw you were a bit sad and quiet and I thought that maybe I could arrange you a date to cheer you up. I'm sorry if I made you upset." He looks down and I frown. I might have been too hard on him.

"It's okay." I sigh. "I just...I don't like people controlling my life, but you did it for a good purpose. I'm sorry for shouting at you." I place my hand on his shoulder and he looks at me.

"It's okay. You are right. I should've asked you first. But now, it's already planned." He gives me an innocent smile.

"You're lucky because I can't stay mad at you."

"Ah...I know you love me." he smiles and swings his arm over my shoulders.

"I do." And I wish he knew how much that confession meant to me.

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"That sucks." Huffs, Rachel.

"I know. But I can't do anything else. I'll just go and see what happens."

"Yes, but still...Even after that kiss...He feels nothing about you. Nothing more than friendship. I can't imagine how hard this is, Ione." And she's right. She's completely right. I feel like Harry had my heart in his palms, threw it on the floor and stepped on it. It's devastating to think that the one you love more than yourself, sees you as nothing more than a friend. But that's my life. Nothing good ever happens to me. I just wish, for once that my luck would change.

"Don't mention it, please. Just help me get ready." I wipe a tear and step in the bathroom.

"Do you know at least who you're meeting?" She asks while outside of the bathroom door.

"Harry told me it's one of his mates from football." I inform her and she hums. "I hope he's bearable."

"You're gonna be great, don't worry about it. " She says and I keep her encouraging words in my mind. What can go wrong? It's a date. I just have to push Harry off my thoughts and enjoy my evening.

The only problem is that I can't. It feels like his memory has dig its claws in my thoughts, not letting my mind drift off for a while. It's like he's everywhere I look. I look at the sky and see his eyes, I smell a flower and it reminds me of his scent. I dream of him and I feel as if his lips are on mine once again. He's in everything I do.