Bent. | h.s

the non-stop questions.

A/N trigger warning: mentions of suicide, drug abuse.

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maybe i just wanna be yours.

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"I really don't wanna end up on a magazine cover with you," I hiss, looking around nervously trying to make sure there were no people with cameras lurking around the corner. Harry insisted that we should have dinner then stop by the shops and get some food to stock up my fridge. We were well on our way when I started to panic; I was casually walking down the street with a major pop star by my side.

"Well I can't really promise you that it won't happen, so," Harry simply shrugged. He was acting too nonchalant for my liking.

"This was a mistake,"

I can't help but look around us every few seconds. My worry was getting the best of me and Harrys too chill state was really starting to piss me off.

"Relax, love. They'll talk about you for a while, then they'll find another one to link me to in no time,"

"Jeez, that's comforting," I scoff. Harry looks at me giving me one of his signature smiles and I feel like punching it off his face. How was he so calm?

We finally made it to a restaurant that's not too shabby yet obviously not the grade A type that he's used to. Harry holds the door for me to enter and I take one last look outside before walking in, Harry following me in."See, told you it's not all that bad." he grins as the waiter comes to lead us to our tables and I swear to f.ucking God, he had a skip in his step as he walked ahead of me. That boy was something else.

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The waiter that sat us at our table just left after taking our orders. Harry chose a stake, an odd choice in my opinion; the restaurant was nice, but not that nice. I settled on soup considering that I was always better at holding back liquids rather than solid food.

Harry was sitting back in his chair comfortably and was looking around, taking the place in. Unlike me, his gazing was calmer as he was obviously just checking out the place rather than looking for onlookers.

"How has no one recognized you yet?"I sigh. It was finally dawning on me that in fact, no one was taking our pictures on the down low. Harry was right. "This is so weird."

"Well, it's a pretty dingy neighborhood, doubt that many young people even go out."

"Wow, thanks."

"Why here though?" Harry asks, making me look at him quizzingly. I mean, he chose the restaurant after all. "Like, it's pretty far from where you go to school,"

I catch on to what he's referring to; my apartment rather than the restaurant.

"It's the cheapest." Harry gives me a look that makes me add, "No, I don't have any friends that I could share anything with, and dorms are too expensive for me."

"Ah," Harry shakes his head in understanding. He takes a sip from his glass of water before adding, "That's why you have me. Remind me to write you that check soon." His tone sounds a bit hurt when he says that last part which sort of makes me feel a little guilty. It is true that I'm only letting him stay for the money, but I was finding it hard to feel full remorse over our agreement considering it was his idea. And, there's always the fact that he's a complete stranger which means I don't really owe him anything.

It was a real pickle that I got myself in.

Harry clears his throat, his face lighting up a bit. "You could afford a car, though?" his tone isn't too judging, but I sense the humor in it.