"Hello, Zara. I'm good, thank you for asking, how are you?" I said sarcastically as she entered the apartment and headed to the couch as if she already knew the place like the palm of her hands.
She waved my words off and kept talking, "Harry Styles! Remember, the one you asked me about?"
I shuddered at the mention of his name and sat next to her nonchalantly. Why was she suddenly talking about him? I knew I texted her asking about him, but that was it.
"Yes, what about him?"
"He was here! I just saw him in the lobby downstairs." She almost shouted, even though there was no need since we were just a few inches apart. "Is there something you need to tell me?"
My mouth fell open, my jaw almost touching the ground below. Why in the world could he possibly be doing here?
I quickly recomposed myself and said, "No. I...I met him a few days ago when I texted you. In the library."
I knew by saying more, Zara would have freaked out, so I let my talk short and lacking of details.
However, this was enough for her to absurdly widen her eyes, practically falling from her orbits as she stared at me unbelieved.
"You what?" She asked after a few minutes of tense silence. "Oh my god, that's what you wanted to talk about when you said to come over?" Took her long enough, but she finally put the pieces together.
"Spit everything out," Zara said quickly, shifting her weight closer to me, her arms reaching at my lap.
"Yeah," I said nodding, not even sure at which question I was answering to. "We talked. He then asked me to help him with his Italian homework. We ended up speaking of ourselves. Well, he did, actually. I just listened." I shrugged, looking at the shrimpy table positioned next to the couch where we were seated on.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "That's it?"
Although no one have ever learned how to interpret my facial expressions, and I learned suppress my feelings, showing nothing but empty eyes and a serious line of my thick lips; Zara sensed that there was something else I wasn't saying.
"Well.. He drove me here so I could give him the book. The next day we met again and had breakfast. Though I kinda lost my temper and ran off, just to apologize little after as he followed me, supposedly." I said in one breath, maybe too fast for her to absorb everything, but the way her mouth dropped open once more in a shape of an 'o,' told me otherwise.
"Wow," that's all she said.
"What?"
"I think he wants to get into your pants." She answered abruptly, taking me by surprise.
I expected her to be happy for me for making a new friend. The only friend I had around was her. She knew how difficult it was for me to get to know someone who wasn't so skeptical and wouldn't judge me at first sight.
"That's not true," I said, "he has a girlfriend." My voice lowered as I spoke.
"Still," she said before sighing. "This has never stopped him, I heard."
"What'd you mean?" I furrowed my brows in confusion. Heard? What was that supposed to mean?
She shrugged before soughing, "they're just rumors, I guess. But I only want to warn you. There are no good rumors circulating about him around."
Before continuing, she looked in my eyes, waiting for a sign from me to keep talking. I slowly nodded.
"They say he's involved with or dealing drugs or something like that." Zara kept her voice lower than her usual, as if she didn't want anyone else but me to hearken; her shoulders leaned forward while looking directly at my lost countenance.
