Psycho dates w/ Harry Styles

The best friend's date night: part two

Fuck.

Why life is so hard? Why will God create wonderful males like this if I can even not take advantage of this body made personally by Apollo? It is not fair, I swear.

"Sooo, take a sight at my new investment! I'm really happy for spending money in it!" Flora said me.

I look at her curiously and, before I can even take a breath, a large hand takes one of mine and leads my body toward the investment. Is she kidding me? Is it a joke, right? Since I knew her, she has always disliked Art because she never found the point. 'Why would he paint this shit if nobody didn't understand his message?' Was her full sentence when we were at an exposition. She has never liked it; thus, why did she spend fucking money in this?! I am shocked but anyways, she spends her money as she wishes, it is hers, not mine.

"What do you see in this picture?" Harry asked me, his eyes focused on it.

"It's not a picture, it's a painting." I replied harshly, making him laugh.

"Oh well, you like it?" He continued, looking at me right now.

I can feel his sight on me, through my body. If he could, he would make some holes. What the fuck, can he just stop this shit?

"Yes. And not." I answered before turning on myself and walking toward the table.

I am hungry as hell.

"What don't you like in this painting?" He required by my side.

He just can stop following me? It seems like a dog with his master, guys.

"Because I just don't want to talk with you about anything. You don't deserve my time, nigga."

With this, I decide to sit down on the first chair I meet and put my head on my hand. What a change if Flora come right now? I need her, by my side, right now. I need her to talk and to divert her man because he does not stop to take glances at me and I do not stand it anymore. Is he obsessed by a thing I wear or is he just insane? I do not know, and I am not sure to want to know the answer, but I would really like if he stopped this now. He bothers me as hell.

"Ali!" Flora screamed from the kitchen.

"Yes?" I said, standing up immediately, ready to escape to this situation. "You need me to-"

"No, just put the coverts on, please! I arrive in a few minutes."

I hope she will cook something good because if it is not the case, I will kill her. Even though I love her, she let me with his boyfriend and he is very weird. Should she present him instead of letting me alone with him? I do not know. Maybe I reflect too much.

"Why do you do in your life?" He asked me, his hands crossed together and his lips touching them slightly.

"How that?" I replied, frowning my eyebrows.

"Flora is doctor. What do you-"

"She's psychologist." Flora answered, putting foods into plates.

"Oh well, it's a good-"

"What did you cook tonight, baby?" I cut him because I did not want to hear him to speak more.

He raises his look on me and smirks. I do not know why, or how explain the feeling I get, but I feel insecure. There is something that is not clear about him. I will question my best friend after the dinner. He will not sleep at home, I guess.

"I dunno how it called but I found it in my grandma's book so I though it was a good idea using it for tonight." She answered me, smiling.

I know she played every moment with her in her head. She loved her grandmother a lot, oh lord. When she past away, I did not remember how many nights I stayed at home to cuddle her until the sun raises.

"It's cool. I think I'm sure she'd be enjoyed you used her books to cook one time in your life." I joked, making her laugh slightly.

It is a thing to make her laugh when she thinks to her grandmother... I am happy to manage it.

"Where did you grow up, Ali?" Harry asked me, taking a drink. "If I can call you like that, sure..." He said, his eyes smiling to me.

"I ain't sure I want you to call me like this. I dunno you so call me by my name, please, Harry." I replied, looking at him as deeply as he did, making him smile. "And, why do you ask me so many questions about my life? Did you do the same for Flora?"

"Yes..." She said, she seems like she is disappointed by one thing.

Her fingers touch her drink, but it is the only thing that she does. She only listens to the conversation, she does not participate to it. What is wrong with her? I am bothered as hell.

"Because you're a thing I dunno. I like knowing every detail. Everyone has secrets and I love founding out what is it." He replied, his eyes into mine, his fingers still crossed together.

"Look like psycho. Sorry to tell you this." I said, my back against the chair.

I am really bothered, right now. Suddenly, he laughs hardly but he stops quickly when his eyes meet those of Flora. I do not know how I must feel about her. It seems like she is in relationship with a psychopath. I am not sure what to do. I must tell her what I think about him. It is my role, I guess. Right? I am her best friend, so I must to do it. For her. For me.

For us, of course.

"I'm gonna sleep. I'm tired." Harry said, standing up on his feet before kissing Flora and smiling at me.

Who is gonna clear the table? Motherfucker.