Harry's POV
She stares at me like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds before I decide to break the silence.
"Well then... Lifts seem to be a huge part of our frequent meetings."
She breaks out of her gaze before narrowing her eyes.
"Wow. You look great," I comment when I take in her outfit.
"How are you here?" she says completely ignoring my compliment.
"Do you mean why?"
"No I mean how," she snaps.
"Well I got in my car and started driving and I ca--"
"How did you get the address?"
"Well ummm," I say as I try to come up with an answer.
"Oh my god. They're so sneaky! I should've known they'd do something like this!"
"Um. I just came to drop off tickets."
"No. You take your tickets and go give them to some mom in the park."
"Are you still angry? I apologized."
"I'm not angry. I'm just confused at what you're trying to do here."
"I'm just trying to be nice. Your friends said they were fans so I just want all of you to come to our concert."
"Why?"
"I don't know!" I reply. "I just do."
"You're so confusing," she scoffs.
"I'm confusing, eh?"
"Yeah. You're confusing."
"How so?" I press on.
"You just are."
"Oh. Well thank you I guess."
"Yeah."
There's a moments pause.
"So can I give you the tickets now?"
"Give them to Emily," she says.
"Who's Emily?"
"My best friend. She's thin and blonde you can't miss her," she says walking around me.
"Wait. Where are you going?"
"I have a date."
Damn it.
"Oh. Well... I'll deliver it then. Have fun."
"Thanks," she smiles before heading into the lift.
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Brendalyn's POV
I've always liked Harry. He's been my favorite in the band since Day One and now that I've actually met him I feel even stronger about him. Let's be honest I'm not being very realistic. Harry has a model girlfriend and thousands of girls ready to make a move at any second. Just because he's been trying to make up for the incident doesn't mean he's interested and complementing my outfit is just common courtesy. Reading into things will only make it worse. As soon as he steps foot out of LA he won't even remember my name.
"Brendalyn?" Robert says breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I answer giving him my full attention.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm just curious about where we're going."
"It's a nice club-type bar. Invitation only."
