Hidden [h.s]

EIGHT (EDITED)

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.