Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 8.

Authors Note

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Anissa's POV

"So judging from your outfit I'm suppose to wear something totally not casual right?" I ask jokingly as I shut off the tv. I didn't even get to really watch the movie thanks to my 'new friend' and now I have to go shopping for clothes I hate to wear.

Awesome.

Harry laughs while he gets up from the bed and puts his shoes on again, taking a seat on the chair in the corner of the room that looks like a cloud. Who designed this room anyway?

"Yea, Im not into this either," he tells me tugging on his shirt and tie.

"It's okay I understand, gotta look professional," I tell him. I understand all too well how important imagine is in business. I glance at the mirrored clock on the wall and notice it's almost time for Harry to leave. Finally.

"Do you even own anything like that? I mean can you fit office attire in a backpack?" Harry asks with a smile as he nods his head towards the room closet that is currently empty except for 2 outfits, the outfit I wore yesterday which consisted of a black v neck shirt and dark jean shorts, the other outfit is a dress that has a deep V neck and small cutouts on the side.

"Of course I have clothes that I can wear to the office," I tell him sarcastically. Harry gets up and walks over to the closet, sliding open the door he bursts out laughing.

"Are you fucking with me? You only packed 2 outfits and a pair of pajamas? I thought you said you traveled a lot, doesn't really look like you know how to pack my friend, " Harry tells me scanning the closet.

"Get the hell out of my closet number 1 and number 2..." I shout angrily at him as I walk over to the closet to slide it shut.

"Whoa whoa chill I was just joking, sorry. I just meant where are all your clothes?" Harry backs away from the closet and sits back down on the chair placing his hands together on his lap noticing he hit a a nerve.

"Look if we're going to be friends I need you to get something straight right now. I'm a very private person. I share what I want and what I'm comfortable with you knowing. Don't push it by going through my shit looking for answers on your own. Got it?" He nods quickly with a look of understanding. At least he gets it because Everything I'm telling him is true, I don't like sharing everything about myself because quite frankly people don't really give a shit. It's a waste of breath.The details to your life are nothing more then just that, details to your life. I mean the only people that actually care about all the small stuff are people that love you, but that isn't the case here.

"I'm an idiot i should have known. I won't do it again sorry," Harry reassures me in a kind voice. Now I feel bad.Why do I feel bad? I always tell people like it is when it comes to my stuff but typically I don't care if I hurt there feelings or offend them.