Your Sympathy (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eight

Another long one. -  H

Her POV

I was now sitting in my car outside of Harry Styles' house.

Emily is going to flip her shit.

I told her I was going to a work thing after the show because I didn't want her to flip out at me. The girl might be shorter than me but she was deadly.

As I get out of my car and make my way to the front door, I realize that this dude is loaded. The house is beautiful and huge.

Money was never a big deal to me. Whether someone had it or not they were just a human being like me.

Even if I was in massive debt from school.

I knock on the door and I am instantly greeted by Jeff.

"Hannah right?" He goes.

"Yup that's me"

"Here come on in, everyone is in the living room drinking" He tells me. "Do you drink?" He asks.

"I do, just not often," I keep it short and sweet.

I don't drink a lot. Not like I did in high school and college. I grew up in Wisconsin, everybody was drinking by the age of 15 and most parents didn't really care. I stopped doing it as much when I was 20 and I have my reasons. Well, reason, singular.

"Alright follow me," and Jeff starts walking down a hall.

It opens up to a large room with three big couches all in a U shape facing a TV. The band was here and-

"Hannah with an H!"

Thank god Anne.

My savior.

The woman got up from her spot and walked towards me and enveloped me in a warm hug that could melt the ice caps. I fight my body not to tense, because I'm not much of a hugger.

She reminded me a lot of my mom. Smile that could brighten anyone's day and hugs that make you feel special. The only thing different was she didn't have a French accent. I miss my mom. I'll have to call her tomorrow.

"Hi Anne," I say, matching her smile.

"Since when did you know each other?" I turn my head to see Harry walking towards us with a smile on his face. His face was a little flushed and I assume it was from the drinking.

Or because of my presence but I don't wanna toot my own horn.

"I met her before your show! Oh, she's lovely Harry!" Anne's voice booms.

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.

I think Anne likes wine.

Something we have in common.

"Alright glad to see you two have become friends." I turn my head to meet eyes with him again and we just stare at each other. His eyes look like two emeral-

Hannah literally shut the fuck up.

I just met this guy and I'm comparing his eyes to gemstones? What the hell is wrong with me?

I break eye contact and look at Anne who was looking at Harry like she knew something that we both didn't.

"Hannah!" I turn and see Sarah wave me over and I go sit next to her on the middle couch on the end.

"Hey long time no see," I say with a laugh because I'm quick to realize I am the only sober person here.

"Did you want something to drink? We have wine, beer, liquor?" she asks