*Dinner Night (After Concert)*
My feet step into the warmth of the divine restaurant filled with people wearing dresses and suits. The classical rich people land.
"Are you sure you're okay? You seem really quiet," Eliana whispers to me.
"Yea, I'm fine," I nod, with a large lie written on my heart.
"Lina..." She stares past my mask.
"I'm fine," I reassure.
"Hey girls!" Niall waves at us from a large round table in a private area.
Eliana gives me one more sorrowful look before turning, walking to the table. I inhale deeply before making my way to them, even with the inhale of air, I still can't seem to breath through the knives stabbing me.
"Wow you guys weren't kidding when you'd said you'll dress fancy," Louis's eyes trail over us.
Liam hits Louis's arm causing Eliana to giggle, on the other hand, I'm standing here not making eye contact with anyone. The floor catches more interest than the heartbreak that may come when I look up.
"Kian's one lucky guy," Zayn mumbles under his breath.
My cheeks tingle, but my gaze stays prominent on the ground, not daring to even glance. Eliana takes a seat next to Liam leaving one seat behind and I sit in it, but regret it as I hear that stupid raspy voice of his.
"Oh, Victoria this is Lina. She's an old friend of ours," Harry introduces girl to me, the one I saw earlier.
This time my curiosity killed it, I meet gazes with her, but my face pales when I notice a similarity...or many similarities. Her face mimics mine those large brown eyes of hers growing wide. My eyes tare away from them and go back to staring down at the table.
"It's nice to meet you," I smile.
"You too," the fake tone clear in her feminine voice.
I fall to a mournful silence, everyone else making conversation except me of course. Niall tries to grab my attention at some point, but my mind is not set on him. It's wondering off to that high pitch bitch who can't stop laughing without having people glare at us.
"So Lina how is being pregnant?" Zayn interrupts.
My eyes shoot up at Zayn with a mortified expression, but he chuckles. I frown, how can he think telling a lie is funny? The whole table goes silent, all eyes on me. Great.
"I'm kidding, I just wanted you to stop being so quiet," Zayn laughs.
"Funny," I sarcastically say.
The sound of an exhale is heard next to me and I can't help myself to glance at Harry once more. My glance is cut short when I notice he's staring back at me, the redness in my cheeks not decreasing.
"How's LA treating you?" Zayn asks, sipping his glass of wine.
"Okay, I mean it's LA, stress is all I can describe it with," I sigh.
"That's not good, why don't you move out of here? Didn't you used to live somewhere else before LA?" Zayn's expression turns worried.
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The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1
Fanfiction"Just swallow your fears, wipe off your tears, let go your darkest years. Chin up. Smile. Walk away," Harry lifts my chin. Simple lives seem to always follow around Lina, yet maybe she doesn't want that simple life anymore. This girl has just ran he...
