Silent Treatment {HS} EDITING

Ch. Eighteen

Simon wanted to meet with me for lunch, and for some reason I felt a little anxious about the entire thing. It's not that I hated my foster father, but he wasn't the easiest person to warm up to, and we had nothing in common to talk about. He was a middle aged man making 8 figures, and I was just a 17 year old girl who has nothing figured out about her life. 

Getting ready was also a struggle, because I didn't know exactly where we were going. I didn't want to dress too fancy, but knowing Simon there was going to be cameras where he was. I didn't want to be on a magazine stand looking like a mess. People are cruel, and I wanted to do everything in my power to avoid mean comments about my appearance. 

Harry helped with making me feel beautiful, but of course he couldn't wipe away every unkind thought I had about myself. 

I looked in the mirror and wondered how I could gain a little bit of weight, my stomach caved in and my curves didn't exist. If you put me in a large T-shirt and jeans you would probably think I was a boy from the back. 

I heard a knock on my door, and Niall peaked his head through and called my name.

 "What's up Niall?" I asked, looking at two options of earrings. 

" Simon sent a car for you, and it's here." He said. His eyes fixed on the objects in my hand and he made his way over and took them from me. He held them up next to my face and examined them closely. 

" Studs, the hoops are too much." He commented, making me smile thankfully. I took the studs and pressed them into my ear. 

"How do I look?" I asked, doing a small spin. I wore a weird patterned dress with a pair of black wedges. My hair was in loose curls, and my makeup was done a little more than normal. 

" You look beautiful." I gasped when I heard a voice that wasn't Nialls, spinning around I saw Harry leaning against the door frame just looking at me with soft eyes. 

"What he said." Niall smiled. "I'll tell Elliot that you'll be down in a minute." He said before exiting the room. I turned back around to face the mirror to fix a few strands of hair and felt Harry's presence venture closer to me.

" You seem nervous." He observed, sitting on my bed. I took a deep breath and turned around to look at him. 

"I've never really had a decent conversation with this guy, I'm not exactly sure I know what to say to him." I confessed, sitting beside him. 

" He can be a real prick sometimes, but overall he's a good guy.  He'll probably just talk to you about how you are adjusting to the new life and future plans coming up." He explained, taking my hand in his larger one and giving it a small squeeze.

" Alright, I can do this." I nodded my head, mostly trying to convince myself more than him. He nodded and then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

 "Have fun, and take advantage of the free food. I rolled my eyes at his words and grabbed my purse. I said goodbye to everyone and then made my way out the door to see that a car was sitting the in driveway, and a bald man was in the front seat. As soon as he saw me he made his way out of the car and around to let me in the back.

 I thanked him, feeling a little out of place. Music was lightly playing in the car, and he shut my door before making his way back to the drivers seat. 

"My name is Elliot, and I will be driving you today. Do you have any requests for music?" He wondered. 

" Uhh, pop?" I randomly said, not really knowing what else to say. Something about people knowing what kind of music you like is scary. The basic thing to say was pop music, so that's what made it's way out of my mouth.