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Chapter 13 - Harry

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                                                             13.

                                                        ●•Harry•●

"I swear to God, Styles, you're gonna be sorry for this," Mark threatened me in a whisper while he walked me 'till the table where the two lovely ladies were waiting for us (me, actually.)

Not that I really felt threatened by him, but I couldn't laugh at his face now. Also, I couldn't yell at him there, in front of all those people and especially the girl who he was, supposedly, starting to fall for. I still didn't believe it that much, but after all Mark was one of my two best friends, I just couldn't keep doubting of him. Someday he'd fall for someone, so why couldn't she be that girl standing in front of me right now to greet me?

I forcedly pushed the thoughts away while putting a huge smile on my face and hugging the two girls in front of me before kissing them on the cheek. Mark nervously introduced me to them (as if they didn't know who I was – I bet Mark had made comments about me all the time while I wasn't there) and we sat on the table, looking for the options on the menu.  The blonde one with blue eyes (Savanna, the girl who my annoying friend was supposedly fancying) quickly ordered her Meat Lasagna, which was basically a home-made lasagna layered with cheese, salami, sausage and baked in meat sauce; she didn't take five minutes to make her decision, which could only mean she'd been looking at the menu for long minutes before I was even there. That made me feel a bit bad for getting so late. I didn't really care about what Mark said, but those girls had nothing to do with his bad habits and annoyance.

Anyways, her friend, Leigh (the one I'd have to handle for the rest of the night) ordered Cannelloni; an oven-backed pasta tubes stuffed with beef, veal, chicken and a blend of cheeses. I was starting to feel uncomfortable for the fact that everyone around me already seemed to know what to eat, while I stared at the menu for countless minutes, trying to make my mind. I wasn't even hungry, after all. I just needed to go home, eat my cookies and then go to bed. Dealing with kids was definitely exhausting, but the worst part was dealing with a stubborn and really angry girl, no doubt of that.

And there I was, again, thinking about her. Last week it took me a while to forget about what happened at the office, and that annoying girl kept playing on the corners of my mind for a few days. Seeing her again, being all nice to kids and stuff didn't help much. I was completely intrigued by now. How could she be so rude to everyone, oblivious to the fact that she was being a bitch, but also be almost like a mother to that little girl? Intriguing.

"Haz?" Mark stared at me confused, obviously desperate because I was in silence for too long.

"Sorry. Really hard to choose when everything sounds good. I'm gonna go for Ravioli with Meat Balls."

Once the waiter was gone, the girls started asking me about my life and the things I was doing before getting to the restaurant. Apparently, saying I was playing the role of a clown at a child's birthday party, made me look more attractive, 'cause I couldn't simply avoid the fact that they sighed. What? What was so attractive on picturing a guy dressed all colorful with a stupid makeup and fumbling with those extremely huge shoes? Not mentioning the fact that I really sucked at entertaining, and I couldn't do anything but paint faces and juggle (pretty bad, may I say).

I couldn't understand their minds, but apparently Mark could, and he kept hitting me with his thigh under the table; that stupid grin playing on his face as if he was proud I was his friend. I tried to keep the urge to roll my eyes at him as I smiled back at the girls and started asking them random things about their lives as well. Savanna was studying to become a fashion designer and I could've probably guessed that by the way she dressed and all the makeup on her face. Not that she looked like a clown ('cause she didn't, though the makeup was maybe a bit... too much?), but she definitely liked to create things related to her appearance. Leigh, on the other hand, was studying engineering, which I could only admire, because I really had no idea on how someone could love doing such a difficult thing. Her smile grew wider at my reaction, and I knew she got that a lot as a response to her dream.