Guns n' Roses

******No One's P.O.V.******
"Hi." Peight replied back timidly.

"How's your day been so far?" He asked pouring himself some vodka.

"Fine." She replied back still confused by his nice attitude for once.

"I'm glad." He replied back again sitting in front of her on the sofa.

"Great." Peight said growing annoyed as she looked back down at her magazine.

"I'm having a gala tonight." Harry spoke minutes later.

"And?" She said trying not to look interested.

"And." He said lowering her magazine so he could see her face. "I want you to be my date." So that's why he was being nice to me...

"I don't do dates." She replied bringing the magazine back up to cover her face.

"That wasn't a request."

"I don't have a dress."

"I have a seamstress."

"What about hair? Makeup?"

"I also have a stylist."

"What if I don't want to go?"

"Well, it looks like you don't have much a choice now do you love."

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