Half a heart Without You

Part VII

"And this is Louis, my best friend, and my best man," Harry said, while I shook the hands of Angela and her parents.

This was probably the worst time of my life. Angela's parents were aright and seemed nice enough but Angela herself was a nightmare. Everything about her had an orange glow: her dress was orange, her shoes were oranges, and even her skin was an unflattering shade of orange. But the color of her appearance wasn't the only thing that bugged me. Her personality was too outgoing, and didn't match the profile of the daughter from an important family. However, she did seem like a spoiled brat. Everything had to go her way, and if things didn't go exactly a she planned, she threw a right hissy fit, like when she didn't get the table she wanted at the restaurant. It was a really expensive and fancy restaurant (our meal was paid for by the Styles). She actually made the poor waiter ask the elderly couple that was sitting there to move to a different table. The whole situation was stressful enough, and Harry looked like he was in the middle of a bad migraine. And I was sure I was in a similar state.

"It's so nice that we finally get to meet each other, huh Harry?" Angela giggled loudly as the waiter set down our drinks. She took a large swig of her red wine and looked at him with large eyes.

"It's good to meet you too, Angela," Harry said with a small smile. He looked uncomfortable in his black suit and tie, but he sure did look amazing. His hair was styled in a way that made him look incredibly sexy. No wonder Angela was obsessing over him; I could hardly sustain myself from doing the same thing.

"So, Harold, where are you employed right now?" Angela's mother asked politely. Her white silk dress was glorious, and her black pearls contrasted perfectly. With short, styled, blond hair, her personality and physical appearance screamed wealthy.

Harry sipped his water before answering. "Oh, well currently I work at the bakery down the street from where Louis and I live," he said.

I could tell that Angela's parents were surprised. Her father cleared his throat. "Surely, that's not what you plan on doing as a career, right? Maybe something in the business field?" he asked hopefully. He had on an expensive looking suit, similar to Harry's. His jet black hair was gelled smartly.

"Oh, well, I'm not really sure what I want to do yet. I'm not sure if I want to go into business like my parents...," Harry said. I knew he was nervous by the way he played at the fringe of his hair. I could tell he was torn between pleasing Angel's parents and being himself.

Then, the waiter came with our food. The fillet mignon I had ordered looked phenomenal, and it smelled even better. I really wanted to just start tearing apart the steak aggressively, but I held myself back and remembered my table manners. I cut off a small piece with my knife, put it in my mouth, and smiled. Brilliant.

Harry looked delighted with the beef wellington the waiter had served him. It was obvious that the food was more interesting to him than the girl gushing over him mere inches away. She hardly touched the tilapia she asked for, far more interested in touching Harry.

Mrs. Styles and Angela's mother began discussing where they had bought their dresses over their soup, which was slightly pink in color, and Mr. Styles and Angela's father has begun to talk about the stock market why spearing into their medium rare ribeye steaks. Harry was attempting to have a decent conversation with Angela, which left me to myself. That was fine with me; I didn't really care for rich people affairs, except for maybe their delicious food. Did they really eat like this every day? I guess having a lot of money just laying around had its perks. It made me think about doing something extraordinary and getting rich too. I laughed to myself while taking a roll from the bread basket on the table. Only in my dreams, I thought.