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Insane | Evening PT 2

Insane | Evening PT 2

I had to "get dolled up" in Harry's words after I left his office. My mind couldn't believe that Harry was inviting that man to tag along with us. Like, is it a hassle to get some damn food in this world? I wouldn't have mind if it was just Harry and I, but with him it's gonna he quite awkward. Not saying that I'm too good for Z or anything but hell, I don't even know this man. And even then, he was lowkey trying to get at me the first time I met him.

Everything was set though, and I was going to be heading downstairs soon. I had on my "classy bitch" wig on my head—and trust me ladies, my frontals are bomb ask fuck—along with my makeup who would I hope kill that man because I was looking drop dead gorgeous. A fitted and very expensive Gucci two-piece was on my body, falling all the way down to the floor. It was a two piece that was a top part halter and bottom part skirt. The color was all black of course, because honey I look good in black.

"Please let this go right," I pray lowly to myself as I grabbed my purse, leaving my room so I could head downstairs.

Harry was already suited up and ready to go, talking on the phone with whoever might be on the other line. The sound of my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor caught his attention which made him hurry up the conversation so he could hang up.

"Hey, you look nice darling," Harry smiled, kissing my head softly. "You ready to go?"

"I guess," I breath out as we walk out the house, heading towards the car.

The car ride consisted of laughing and singing to the radio. It was times like this where I felt normal. Just almost, it felt like how I was years ago. Before I lost everything and everyone I knew. Even before when Harry took me in. Way before I started doing things I have never imagine doing. I felt like I can laugh and have fun at certain times, but I had to realize that my life wasn't like that anymore. Days like those are long gone. There was danger at every corner. Nobody's life was promised in this cruel world.

"Why are we on this side of the city?" I ask Harry curiously, seeing that this place looked kinda awfully familiar.

"Z owns this place, says he wouldn't charge," Harry explained to me, before he got out the car. And as a great gentleman he was he opened the car door for me. "Don't worry, it's pretty fancy if you ask me. Only certain people are allowed in here."

"Like who?" I ask as we walk up the stairs towards the entrance doors that were all black.

"Like us," Harry told me as he smiled at the doorman, and we finally entered the restaurant.

"Mmhh," I hum, looking around my surroundings. Noticing that everything in here was a black theme building, and with some slight trims of either white or a dark red color. The lights were dim and the people chatted softly in here almost like we were in the library.

"Don't do that to me," he says calling me out on my uncertainty. "I'm just telling you what he told me."

"And what if he lied?" I question looking at him.

Harry chuckled, leaning down to whisper, "I know when somebody is lying to me darling. And plus, I already know who's on and not on the list."

"Okay Mr. detective Styles, I got it. Geez thanks," I sigh rolling my eyes playfully at him.

We finally found the receptionist at the front. Harry told him our names. The man skimmed his pen over his clipboard before smiling at us, unclicking the red rope before letting us in.

With arms linked with each other, Harry and I walked up some stairs to the second floor. There was some men that was by this VIP-looking area that was blocked off by some thick red rope. Harry gave them all some glances and just like that we were let through.