I slowly turn and meet the eyes of Harry as he crosses the street. A smirk is painted on his lips as he walks up to me.
I clench my jaw. "Hi," I say coldly.
"What are you doing out here all alone?" His tone is taunting.
I cross my arms over my chest. "I don't need your shit right now," I say. "So if you could leave me alone that would be ideal."
Harry's smirk grows. "Where's Dr. Boyfriend?" He asks, ignoring me.
"He's an intern," I snap. I lock my jaw when I realize I just hurt my own case.
"Right, how could I forget." Harry's gaze teases me.
"Right," I mirror his tone. "Leave me alone, please."
"Something tells me you need a ride home, Rosie."
I snap up. "Don't call me that."
"What? 'Rosie'?" Or do you prefer Rosalie?" Of course he'd know my full name. Damn him getting my file.
"Stop it," I say.
"I personally like 'Rosie.'"
"Go away."
"Come on, Rosie, I'll give you a ride. But that means you'll have to owe me."
"I'm not riding home with you."
"Alright, then who's your ride?"
"Zayn," I lie.
"Bullshit," Harry says. "Zayn wouldn't be a to pick you up."
"Why not?"
"He's..." He trails off, breaking my gaze. "He's busy." His demeanor shifts. I tilt my head, curiosity swelling inside of me.
"How do you know I even need a ride?" I retort.
Harry looks back at me, grinning. "I can tell."
I huff.
"Come on," He says, turning to cross the street again. When I don't move, he looks back over his shoulder. "Or you could stay out here in the cold."
I know my options are limited, and I'd rather choke myself with all of Mike's M&M's than spend time with Harry, but I roll my eyes and follow him across the street anyway.
He half smiles when he sees I'm following him. We walk into the parking lot of the bar and stop at a sleek black sedan. Harry unlocks it and I get into the passenger seat, looking out the window as he starts the car.
His vehicle is surprisingly clean, with the new car smell still lingering. A sweatshirt is draped over the passenger seat, and Harry tosses it into the back.
"So let me guess," Harry says as he backs out of the lot. "Doctor Boy stoot you up."
I roll my eyes. "Wrong."
"Or did he leave in the middle of dinner? Shit, that's heartless." He smirks at my clenched jaw.
"You would know."
"I'm offended," He says in mock hurt. "You think I'm heartless."
"Well, considering the first time we met you told me to keep the noise down when wasn't even making any," I bite back.
Harry half smiles. "It was for future reference."
"Right."
"Your file was very interesting," Harry says, changing the subject. "Native to New York, yes?"
"I'm not talking to you."
"I'm doing you a favor here, Rosie." He seems satisfied with the fact that I'm in his car.
"Stop calling me that."
"No, I don't think I will, Rosie."
I roll my eyes.
"My question was," Harry says. "Why did you move to Portland from a great city like the Big Apple?"
"That's none of your business."
"I surely hope you didn't move because of Doctor Boy." Harry throws back his head and laughs at the nickname he's given Aaron.
"His name is Aaron, douchebag."
"Douchebag? Harsh." Harry's eyes mock me. Harry hums quietly and drums his fingers on the steering wheel, much like Aaron does. City lights pass by as we drive along, casting a glow into the car.
"Why are you so rude to me?" I ask out of the blue.
"Rude?"
"Yeah. You're a total jerk."
"Wow, you sure have a lot of names to call me, Rosie." He winks at me and I scowl.
"Seriously, stop calling me that."
"I think it has a nice ring to it."
"I don't."
"Does Dr. Aaron call you Rosie?"
"Stop making fun of him."
"I'm not making fun of him."
"Yes, you are."
"Oh, take it down a notch, Rosalie," Harry says, rolling his eyes teasingly.
I grimace at my full name. I hate that he knows so much about me from my damn file. If only I could get ahold of his file, and our roles could be reversed. I almost smile at the thought.
"Well, here we are, Rosie," Harry says as he pulls into the lot of the apartment building.
"Fantastic." I get out of the car and hastily begin walking to the building.
"What, no thank you?" Harry asks, jogging a bit to catch up with me.
"No."
"I did save your ass."
"From what?"
"The drunks at that bar," He says, smirking for the millionth time tonight.
"I can fend for myself, thank you."
Harry laughs. "A little girl like you? Please."
I press the button on the elevator with my thumb. "I'm not little."
"Yes, you are. How tall are you, five four?"
"Five seven," I snap. "Get your measurements right."
"Sorry, I'm still used to the metric system."
We step into the elevator. I tap my foot in impatience. I just want to get to my apartment and away from Harry.
"You know, you don't have to be so frigid, I am trying to be nice," Harry says.
"This is your idea of nice?" I almost laugh.
"Yes. I don't give too many car rides to people, you know."
"I guess I'm lucky, then." I roll my eyes and press the button for floor five.
"Yes, you are," Harry agrees, ignoring my sarcasm.
The elevator begins to move and I lean against the wall.
"Honestly, what really happened with Dr. Aaron tonight? You didn't look too happy out there by yourself," Harry says.
"That's because I was forced to talk to you."
"Come on, Rosie, you can tell me." I sigh.
"If I tell you, will you shut the hell up?" Harry smiles, amused at my response.
"Gladly."
"He...he had to leave because one of the other interns got sick and he had to fill in." I chew on my lip.
Harry stares at me a moment before bursting into laughter.
I roll my eyes. I knew I shouldn't have told him.
"Oh, God, that's good," He gasps between laughs. "A medical intern got sick? Oh, the irony!"
"Stop," I say, my cheeks flushing. The elevator dings and I step out, briskly walking down the hall.
"I'm sorry, you don't find that funny at all?" Harry asks, following me down the hall. "Not in the least bit?"
"No," I snap, fishing my keys out of my bag.
"You really are frigid," Harry says, shaking his head.
"And you're an asshole," I retort, twisting the key in the lock and stepping into my apartment.
"See you at work!" Harry says as I slam the door.