Pinky | Harry Styles

Wait!

Two months later.

"Harry, do you want to come to dinner with us tonight?" Jeffrey asked as we grabbed our jackets from the coat hooks on the back of the door. I wanted to say no but what was my alternative, hang around at home by myself? That would just make me feel worse. It had been a long and frustrating day and I'd been in a bad mood for most of it. I knew what would make me feel better, but I was reluctant to make the call. Lily and I had had sex three times in the last two months, phone sex once and each time so far had been instigated by me, not that she had ever turned me down or seemed like she wasn't just as keen as I was but still, I felt like I was constantly chasing her.

"Oh, and I should warn you Glenne is bringing a friend." He added and my ears perked up. Perfect. Lily wasn't the only girl in the world, why hadn't I thought about that sooner?

"Sure. Beats eating alone. Who is she bringing?" I smiled.

"Some girl she's been hanging with lately. I forget her name - it begins with A, I think?" Jeffrey shrugged.

"OK. We heading straight to dinner?" I asked.

"Probably should since we were meant to meet them a half hour ago?" Jeffrey laughed nervously as I followed him out to the car.

...

"Where have you been?" Glenne snarled as she greeted Jeffrey.

"Sorry. You know how it is." Jeffrey protested.

"All my fault, Love. Can't seem to write for shit these days." I interrupted and tried to get my friend off the hook.

"Well, you're here now." She smiled. "And this is Rosalyn. Rosalyn this is Jeffrey and Harry." She turned to the woman at the table. Her slightly floral name made me think of Pinky. Our routine had become familiar, I knew what she expected from me and vice versa. What if this woman wanted something more?

"Hi Rosalyn!" I smiled as I held out my hand.

"Hi Harry!" Her cheeks tinged with pink as her fingers grasped mine. That was cute.

Dinner was nice and Rosalyn was pleasant enough company. She was pretty too.

"Harry, why don't you drive Rosa home?" Glenne grinned at me as if she was some sort of matchmaking genius.

"Sure." I smiled while I settled the bill and we all made our way to the door of the restaurant.

...

The drive to Rosalyn's apartment building was cordial. She talked a little about her work; she was an artist, apparently she'd just sold a painting to the French President, and she'd been really flirty all night so I admit I was a little surprised when she didn't invite me in.

"Thank you, Harry. I had a lovely time, maybe we could do it again sometime?" She said, her body already half out of the car.

"Uh. yeah? That would be nice." I replied, and she yelled goodbye as she scurried off. I pulled out my phone to find out what the hell was going on from Glenne when I spotted a text that made me forget all about Rosa. Immediately.

Pinky - 19.45: Where exactly are you right now?

Pinky - 19.47: I need you and Skype just isn't gonna cut it

Shit! That was more than two hours ago. Hopefully she wouldn't be pissed.

Me - 22.15: LA, where are you?

Pinky - 22.17: Just landed.

Pinky - 22.18: Glad to be back but touring is fun though.