Lost // h.s short story

5. The hangout

// tbh I feel the story so far doesn't flow v smoothly sigh 😩😢 we'll see! //

-Brenda's POV-

I knew I'd regret the moment I sign the contract. After that last line of ink, I placed the pen down. Do they do this to every girl? I was more than pissed off. I was practically forced into this.

"Now, Brenda, your parents okay with this right?"

My head lifted up in a split second, taken aback by that question. My heart stopped and all the life was sucked out of me.

-Harry's POV-

I glanced at Brenda, whose face had suddenly gone pale after Simon's question. It was then I wondered, where were her parents? She wouldn't have signed the contract without seeking for her parents' consent, would she?

"The-They're... I-I...I'm..."

I heard her sigh in desperation.

"They're okay with it."

"But not once have you asked for their opinion on this when you walked in," I said curiously.

"I don't have to ask. I know they're okay with it," Brenda coldly replied.

"Okay, okay! No need to get all worked up!" I said as I raised my hands up, lifting my shoulders along.

But I do really wonder where they were. Brenda has done nothing but to fill me with curiosity, she plays hard to get, she isn't like the others and she definitely has that confidence. I wonder why she wouldn't give in to me, other girls would be on their knees for me by now. She intrigues me so much and I love it.

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-Brenda's POV-

Leaving the headquarters in a horrible mood, I made the attempt to leave as fast as possible, not wanting to talk to Harry while my mind was still a mess. I flagged a cab and got in. And that's when my thoughts started flooding my mind.

Harry and I have a dinner date tonight at a fancy restaurant I assume. We were told to be in formal clothing. I guess this 'date' was a start to alert people and to avoid the rumor of Harry being a womanizer. I can't help but feel angry at myself for saving Harry's ass. He owes me his life. I just wouldn't want his cheeky comments and stupid sex jokes all up in my face. He does not have a filter and just says anything he wants, not caring if he hurts or offends the other party. It's rude as hell and it pisses me off.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I realized I was outside my apartment. I payed the cab driver and got out of the cab. I made my way up to my apartment with a tired mind and soul.

It was nothing really. My apartment. It was cozy enough. It was enough to make me feel lonely at times but I just push that thought to the back of my mind and distract myself with something else.

I knocked out but got up just in time for me to get ready for tonight. I was beyond tired but I had to go. I put on my makeup, a grey dress, a cardigan and a pair of black heels. I hope I looked like I put effort into my outfit because I really didn't. My mind was blank and everything was a blur. And I hated it.

I grabbed my phone, expecting Harry to pay the bills, the moment he texted me he was outside my doorstep. I walked out and saw him. Surprisingly enough, I thought he looked good. He pulled off his blue tuxedo well. I noticed from the start that his eyes were a nice shade of green, his hair was a beautiful mess of curls, his body was incredibly built and he was so tall he seemed to be towering over me when I looked up at him. Too bad his personality was crap. I couldn't help but notice he was checking me out for quite some while.

"Like what you see?" I smirked.

"You bet," He answered shamelessly.

"Well you're not to shabby yourself. This might be the only time I'd compliment you, so appreciate it Styles,"

"Hey, my offer still stands."

"Offer?" I gave him a questioning look.

"Oh you know the one where we bang and you babysit our babies." He smirked with a dark look in his eyes.

I felt my face heating up.

"Harry my house is right behind me. Anytime now I can walk back and leave you to deal with a mess called management."

"Too bad you signed the contract too so you'd get in trouble with me."

And with that, I knew he had won again.

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As my foot steps on the marble floors I looked around in awe, regaining myself only a couple seconds later. Harry and I linked arms in unwillingness and walked towards our reserved table. As Harry started to help me get seated as a gentlemen would, I flicked his arm away. "I can do it myself you know," I said harshly. I didn't need his help. I never needed anyone's.

"Geez, no need to get too cranky. I was just trying to help."

"Whatever. Let's just get this horrid date over with."

"Whatever you say, brenz," Harry said annoyingly.

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This 'date' was boring as hell. None of us spoke after awhile. I guess Harry could tell I was pissed after his few attempts of trying to start a conversation. The only impressions he gave me were his cockiness. He was so full of himself and it was really turning me off. And it was then I decided it was enough time for us to be stuck together.

"Hey curls, let's just call this a day. This thing you call 'date' isn't going to get us anywhere. We may as well just be off. I'm done with you and your annoying self anyways."

"Why do you always have to be so mean and hurtful?"

Well I was definitely not expecting that. But why exactly was I mean and hurtful all the time? I guess it's because I was too used to getting those feelings my whole life.

"Look, let's just leave," saying as I sighed.

I guess he didn't want to put up a fight because he called for the bills.

We both got into the car and on the drive back to my apartment, I could sense the tension between us. I had to admit that we were both in a foul mood. It wasn't really good but at least I didn't have to talk to him. I felt the car stop and realized we were outside of my apartment already. I looked at Harry and all he did was to look at his hands on the steering wheel. It was like silence engulfed the whole earth. Everything was so silent, including him which was weird considering he was always the loud one seeking for attention. I got out of the car, walking straight to my apartment, never once turning back. I heard the car drive off and I sighed in relief. This day was stressful enough.

// if you guys have any suggestions to make to this story, I would gladly make suitable changes! (: //