You || Harry Styles

Chapter 07

POV Zoe

5pm

We're at the hotel and I feel the nerves finally leaving my body.

"Are you alright?" Harry asks me when he slides the plastic card to open my room

"Yeah" I whisper "Kinda of"

"I still can't believe you punched a pap!" He giggles and takes off his boots and shirt

"It was like an instinct, you know?" I do the same, no boots no blouse "I mean, I wouldn't let that asshole push my little cousin"

"Aaw" he mocks me "You did the right thing. I'd do the same" he smiles and sits on the edge of the bed. I take my pants off and wear his shirt. "Are you really okay?" He's serious now

I mean, what the hell with everyone asking me if I'm okay? Let me be!

"I'm fine Harry" I roll my eyes "It's just too much! People always expect so much from me and I can't keep up with the expectations" I sit next to him

"Then don't" he holds my hand "You don't need to please everyone." He smiles. "Can I ask something?"

"Sure"

"What did you talk with your mom earlier? Because that knock you down for the rest of the day" he seems really concerned. Is Loving Harry around?

"She's the source of my problems" I smile "She keeps telling me what to do and thinks I ought to obey even if I don't want to. That time she called me to say she's throwing a dinner for you at her place" the words just floated from my mouth

"She's throwing a dinner for me?" He seems surprised

"Yeah, but I'm not going" I say and stare my reflection in the mirror

"Why not?" Is he really willing to go? "I mean, your mom is making your boyfriend a dinner. What the hell?"

"Do you really wanna go?"

"Yes" he smiles. Is he happy because my mom is making him dinner? "That's nice of her. Plus, not going will only make her push you. So just please her once and call it a day"

"Ten seconds ago you told me that I don't need to please everybody and now you're telling me to please my mom?" I raise and eyebrow "Make up your mind dude"

"I think you should make up for her. I mean, you ruined her lunch that day" he pinch my thigh "It wouldn't hurt you going to this dinner"

"Fine" I roll my eyes "Let me warn you: the mood at the table will be similar as the Cold War, so be prepared" I make my way to the bathroom to take the longest shower I can take

6pm

Harry is already ready. I don't know how can he get dressed up so quickly. I haven't even picked up an outfit.

"You should go with that black dress" he says while I open the closet door. I was still with my towel wrapped around me

"No way!" I pick up the dress he's talking about "Mom would piss me off until next year. I have to go with something more conservative" I roll me eyes

"Why? You obviously aren't"

"You forget that my mom is the president of Manhattan's Ladies League" I say and pick a white dress, is the closest conservative outfit I own. It's hem touches a couple inches above my knees and the cleavage is not that deep

"That's nice" he says when I put the dress on and turn my back to him so he can zip me up "Still think there's too much fabric and no skin on display but you can make it work"