Suited 》Harry Styles AU.

18. Possession

Chapter 18: Possession

"Oh my god, Lian, are you fucking kidding me?" Alia yelled at me, completely outraged. I, on the other hand couldn't care less if she was infuriated. If she were in my place, she'd understand and probably do worse.

"Lower your voice, blondie; I'm not the only one who lives in this building."

I take a bite of the bourbon cream biscuit in my hand as I watch Alia tug on the hair on her head and I chuckle at the sight, almost chocking on my biscuit. She was so cute.

If I didn't know her, I think she would have slapped me already. "I can't believe you, Lian, Harry could walk through that door at any moment and you're not even concerned."

I frowned at her. "Why would I be?" I asked. "I've already explained it to you and it is not my fault you don't understand. I do not want to have anything to do with that bastard anymore, why don't you people just follow and let me be?" I refer to both her and Harry.

I throw the remnants of the bourbon into my mouth and chewed slowly, my gaze pinned on Alia as she speaks "Is that you really want, Lian? For god sake, will you just reconsider this fucked up decision of yours?"

I shrug. "There's really nothing to reconsider, Alia. I'm grown and can make my own damn decisions, okay? And being somebody's plaything isn't a decision I would like to make for myself, right?" I ask her and she just runs a hand over her face. "I am not going to let myself get hurt, I'm not."

She sighs, and I sink further into my couch, annoyed that my bourbon had run out. "At least, will you go get dressed and listen to what he has to say?" she pouts, in an attempt to beg. "Just hear him out, Emy, please."

Sometimes, I wonder why Alia was so persistent about me being with Harry. She was the one that told me he was in to me for sex, and then she literally begged me to go on that dinner thing with Harry, ever since then she was in so much support of me and Harry. It didn't quite make sense.

I was about to start a long rant about why I wasn't planning on going with Harry and not even god would convince me to but was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

Alia looked at me with pleading eyes and I rolled mine at her, I had already made up my mind and wasn't about to change it. I knew he would be pissed that I didn't listen to him but I was prepared to stand my ground. I had said no during the day and my no remains the same at night.

I watched as Alia walked to the door, her boots padding against the tiles as she did, fixing her hair also before finally deciding to open the ingress. I couldn't really hear whatever they were saying to each other because of how discreet they were. But soon enough, she moved aside allowing the handsome man in.

The epitome of beauty was adorned in a simple grey tee and black jeans, hands shoved in the pocket of his black coat and brown boots on his feet. This particular hairstyle he had going on was one I had never imagined I would see, his hair was pulled into a cute ponytail and damn he was so adorable. I also noticed the indignation flashing in his eyes and his lips pulled into a tight line as he stared down at me, who was covered in a thick blanket and sprawled on the couch like a fat starfish.

Tension was roaming in the air and all the daggers Alia was throwing at me from behind Harry with her eyes weren't helping at all. I decided to look down at my polished black nails, just to avoid both their gazes. Alia still being here was making the situation more uncomfortable because I know she would, without words, find a way to scold me.

Harry, on the other hand, would just gaze at me, a menacing glance that would make me want to melt right there and then.

Alia awkwardly clears her throat awkwardly. "Well, I'm going to leave you two alone," she walks over to the coffee table beside the couch I'm seated on, picking up her purse and her phone. "I'll see you later, Emy."