Depressive Chaos

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

A driver picked me up at 7:00 so that I could make it to the restaurant early, it was better to be early or my head would be on a platter.. Clarissa chose a nice Italian restaurant, I knew the one. Louis and I had been here a few times. Louis. He must be so confused, I feel like all I'm doing is making him feel worse. I want to throw up when I get out of the car and I am bombarded with flash from photographers. I just stare at my feet as I'm walking into the restaurant. I wonder what stunt she could pull tonight?

As I'm lost in my thought I feel a small hand grab my arm and sharp silhouette nails dig into my bicep. I didn't need to look up, I knew who it was. "Hey darling." She says in a pitchy voice. I close lipped smile at her and she continues to smile but gives me warning eyes. Eyes that say you better make it look realistic or else. So I smile largely. I'm sure it looks genuine but I feel like an animal bearing my teeth because I feel threatened. We reach the door and she gives me a look that says Open it dumbass.

Opening the door, she walks in ahead of me, it's the first time I get a good look at her outfit. She is wearing Louis Vuitton heels that my credit card paid for and a satin red dress that had a slit to reveal her perfectly tanned legs, no doubt from a tanning bed. She honestly looked beautiful and I would have genuinely given her that compliment if the deep feeling of hatred wasn't sitting like a pit in my stomach. Hatred doesn't feel like enough, loathing is more accurate.

The hostess looks at me and her eyes light up, it is quite flattering to be recognized and to feel like my presence is wanted. I open my mouth, "Ehm, Hi I have a reservation for-" she quickly grabs two menus and starts to gesture for us to follow her, she speaks up in a perky voice, "Follow me Mr. Styles." I laugh a bit, "Please it's Harry." She blushes and clears her throat, "This way." Looking over at Clarissa, I see she isn't really pleased with the interaction that was occurring.

We get seating in a private room, it was honestly charming. The lighting was dim and there are twinkling lights and a red brick fireplace. Clarissa looks at the hostess, more so looks through the hostess, "A bottle of your finest red please and a glass a water." The hostess smiles at her, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" Clarissa's silence is deafeningly rude. "I'll also have a glass of water please with lemon. Thank you so much." The hostess nods, spins around and heads towards the door. She'll probably relay the message to our waiter.

Clarissa looks at me and I see a glint in her eyes.. she's up to something. "So Harry, I have something." My unamused look seems to make her shit-eating grin grow wider. She reaches into her small leather purse and I see it. A ring. I choke a bit, and the waiter comes in with the wine, two glasses and our waters. He curtly smiles and sets our things down and begins to pour the wine. These are things I only notice in my peripheral vision because I'm staring at this small black velvet box. My face is numb, I feel it spreading to my finger tips and I know this is the beginning of  a panic attack.

She takes a sip of her wine after the waiter leaves, he probably realizes we aren't ready to order yet. "Relax Harold. It's a promise ring. I want to wear this, it will get people buzzing about how in love we are." I laugh really low, it's a laugh that makes me sound like a sociopath. I start to laugh louder until I come to a stopping point. She looks confused. "That doesn't even seem realistic, Clarissa. We've been 'together' for two months." She looks pissed. "Don't forget that you don't get a say in this you moron. I have your goddamn life in my hands, you have no place to act so rude and entitled."

"Fine. I have one request though." Her ears perk up, "I'm listening.." This is so dumb, I don't think she'll hear me out but I have to try. I try my best to act confident, "You can't expect me to ignore Louis. We work together, so you need to be understanding that we have to get along." She chuckles quietly, "Okay, it's not like he's gonna want to talk to you anyways," I feel a giant boulder lifted from my shoulders, "however, if I find out that anything other than friendly interactions between you two. I'll release everything. I'll make sure that you will never see the rest of your life a free man." I swallow, hard.