HARRY STYLES
After the absolute shit show the last four months have been, it's nearly impossible for me to believe that Lana and I are getting ready to go to Allison's to meet her new boyfriend. I had my doubts that she and I would ever speak again apart from necessary communication regarding Jane and Jane alone. I'm overjoyed about the circumstances we're in now, but I think I'm still in shock.
"How are you feeling?" Lana asks me, reading my mind as I silently watch her gather her hair into a slicked-back bun. The style looks so elegant on her, but I think I also just like anytime her pretty neck is exposed.
"I feel alright," I nod and tuck my undershirt into my trousers. "I just hope he's a good guy for Allison's sake, but especially Jane's. I'm particular about who's around her."
"As you should be," she justifies my thought process for me. "The way Allison spoke about him made me feel pretty good about it, though. She never said anything about Brad to me other than the fact that she thought he was the one and the sex was good."
"And about Jameson?"
She digs in her purse for her cherry gloss to apply to her lips. "It wasn't so much what she said. It was more how she said it, and she just had that 'in love' look, you know what I mean? Also, I saw them together and they were both looking fondly at each other."
The strange thing is that I think I'm supposed to feel at least a little jealous or hurt by hearing this, but I'm not. Jane is my number one concern, which is why I'm hoping I like the guy. The last thing I want to do is potentially have a conversation with Allison about how I don't approve of her shiny new toy.
"That's good," I tug a black jumper on over my head, ruffling my fingers through my hair. "I hope it goes well, then."
"Me too," she sighs and turns to me, smiling softly as she holds the sides of my neck. "You know what the good news is, though?"
"Tell me," I place my hands on her waist, bringing her in until her smile grows.
"I'm still going to love you either way."
I laugh as she wiggles her brows teasingly at me. "That is good news."
"Mhm," she chuckles and pulls me down for a kiss, but I've learned in the last few days that kisses with her are rarely just kisses. Depending on how much time we have before we need to be out the door for something, kisses are detrimental.
"Alright," I force myself to pull back first, wetting my lips to taste the sweet gloss on them. "You're like a witch or something."
She throws her head back to laugh. "Gee, thank you so much."
"You know what I mean," I cough out a laugh and follow her out of the room so we can put our shoes and coats on by the door.
With our fingers intertwined, we opt to take the subway just to avoid sitting in pointless traffic. It's a quick and convenient ride underground, though it feels a bit hypocritical since I've been giving Lana a hard time about taking the train lately. I've been hearing stories about men and women being attacked and shoved onto the tracks completely unprovoked, which naturally makes me feel sick every time Lana tells me she's taking the subway. She swears she's keeping an eye out for her surroundings, but I just don't like it.
"You're funny," she mumbles as I stand behind her with my arms around her shoulders and chest.
"Why?"
She looks up and back at me with a knowing expression. "You think someone's going to push me."
"Someone could," I hold her tighter. "I wish you'd just let me pay for your Ubers."
