The Scarred One

Now it was my turn to scoff, "I see you have made all arrangements on your own without my opinion. And what do you mean by them? Is he bringing someone else with him?"

"Yeah, he's coming with Harry."

"Which Harry?" I asked.

"The same Harry we met at the club."

"Styles? Oh no. I won't be going then."

"What's your problem? Do you have something against him cause I don't know you have this much dislike towards him? What did he ever do to wrong you?" she said, her voice raising at the end.

"Fine, fine, i'll go then." I muttered and stood up, moved to walk towards the kitchen direction.

"Wait Dawn, I didn't mean to raise my voice. I just want to know why you keep on avoiding him." She held my shoulder.

"No reason, really. I just don't feel welcome around him." I lied.

"I don't care what you do to get rid of your feeling of unwelcomeness. By tomorrow, make sure you feel all welcome around him. Got it?" She said in an authoritative tone.

"Fine, fine, whatever." I muttered. She gave me a stern look before returning to the movie she was watching. I smiled and packed up both our empty dishes and went to put it in the kitchen sink. After washing it, I dried my hands with a hand towel and told Alex that I was going to bed.