Harry's POV
By the time I reach the underground garage Bren is already driving off and I'm staring face to face with her boyfriend.
"I'm sorry. Excuse me man," he says attempting to walk around me.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I question.
"No. I really don't have time," he replies attempting to go around me again.
"Listen. I'm not trying to cause any trouble."
"It doesn't seem that way," he snaps.
"Look I just want to know who you are."
"I'm the one getting cornered in a parking garage and you want to know who I am?" he questions.
"I suppose."
"Look you crumpet-sucker. I don't know you and you don't know me so let's keep it at that."
"Crumpet-sucker?" I laugh.
"You're British. It's an insult," he replies pushing me aside and heading into the lift.
I slip in and block the floor panel.
"What do you want?!" he shouts.
"Volume," I reply. "I just want to know who you are. Like I said."
"I'm Robert. Can I leave now?"
"No. How do you know Brendalyn?"
"Excuse me?"
"Blimey! You're stubborn! Just answer the question."
He pauses.
"You're the guy she was running from last night, aren't you?"
"Answer my question."
"I should beat your ass right now."
"Let's not do that. Just answer the question or let me guess."
"No. This is harassment."
"Brother?"
"I'm not giving you information about Brendalyn."
"Friend?"
"Go fuck yourself."
"Boyfriend?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah what?" I question.
"Boyfriend."
"You're bluffing. She said she didn't have a boyfriend."
"She does now."
"Liar."
"Yeah and that's why I'm taking her out for lunch tomorrow," he scoffs.
"Look, I'll give you five grand if you don't show up."
"I don't need your money," he challenges. "What I need is for you to leave Brendalyn alone."
"I'm not sure I could do that if I wanted to."
"Well you better try," he threatens. "Don't think that I don't know you. I know you have a girlfriend. I know you're in a band. I know you have girls falling all over you and I know you'll never be able to make Bren happy. You just want something you know you can't have and someone like you doesn't deserve her."
He pushes past me just as the doors open and exits the elevator.
I head up to my room and try to push his words out of my head. I unlock my phone and read the message from Bren again before pushing the FaceTime button and waiting.
