Again

Chapter 36.

The anxiety I feel the whole drive to the grill cloud my thoughts. My hands shake slightly as I look for a parking spot. Once found I turn off the engine and lean back in my seat, allowing me some time to cool down. I'm late, which is unusual for me but I'm unfocused right now, distracted by the urge to hit the road and either drive back home and face my future or drive in the opposite direction.

Four questions. I got this, I remind myself and let myself say out loud the questions I have ready since I stepped out of the shower. "First I want him to tell me why we couldn't have brought Finn to the hospital in first place. Second I want to know about his relationship with Finn. Third how long he knows Finn. And lastly what he knows about Harry."

Saying his name out loud is enough to give me goose bumps. I shouldn't feel like this; I should forget him. He's not part of my world and I am not part of his. He has a college life, full of parties and one night stands.

I grab my bag off the passenger seat and look for my lipstick. My mother always tells me that without it, my lips have basically now color at all. They are pale so she always urges me to either have a lipstick or tinted chap stick with me. I swipe it on and let it almost drop as my phone starts to ring. "Dang it," I whisper and look for my phone. Once found my heart drops even further.

*Are you home? -H*

I'm not even going to question why he's asking that. I ignore the message, take a deep breath and get out of the car. Just when my foot sets on the ground my phone vibrates again. It's not a message - he's actually calling me. He said such hurtful things he has no right to be calling me, or to know where I am. That is none of his business.

Without another though to waste, I turn my phone on soundless. I don't want my mother to worry if she calls. She always assumes something bad happened when my phone is off.

The grill is packed as always, waitresses rushing from one table to the other. Quiet music is playing in the back somewhere and I walk through the boots until I find Andrew waving at me. He smiles and get up from his bench to hug me.

"Hello, Mia," he smiles, showing off his perfect pearl white teeth. He's wearing black jeans a black shirt. "You look beautiful."

My cheeks flame immediately at his compliment and I try to hide my face. "Thank you. How are you?"

"I am good," he says and I sit on the opposite bench. One thing I like about this restaurant are these booths. Still, I feel being watched so I take the menu in my hand. "How about you?"

"I'm fine, did you order already?"

"No," he shakes his head. "I wanted to wait for you."

We make small talk until the waitress comes, which forces me to look up. Then I see the source on why I feel watched. Mr. and Mrs. Styles sitting diagonal from our booth. Mrs. Styles smiles when she catches me starring and the blood in my veins turns cold. Something about her smile makes me feel nauseous. Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. It is cold and when I see her phone in her hand I look away. It looked like she took a picture, but why would she do that? I must be going insane. I shake the silly thoughts from my mind. I manage to order a burger and some fries when they make their way to us... And walk right past us.

This is getting weirder and weirder. "Everything alright?" Andrew asks. I look up at him. His face is set in a frown, the green of his eyes shielding the emotions behind. I look behind the booth to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Styles back before she leaves out the door. Why did they just walked past me without saying hello? It's not like me and Andrew were in a deep conversation.

"May I ask you a question?"

He shrugs, hands folded in front of him. "Yeah of course. That's why we're having lunch, right?"