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I pick my poison and it's you
Nothing can kill me like you do
You're going straight to my head
And I'm heading straight for the edge
I pick my poison and it's you
I pick my poison and it's you

Poison - Rita Ora

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"Ione..." Harry sings as he approaches. A smile forms at the sound of his voice. It's perfect. I feel him walking closer to me, until he taps on my shoulder. I turn around and I see him grinning at me.

I raise an eyebrow and ask him, "Why so happy?"

"I did something." He says and brushes his palms on his jeans out of nervousness.

"What did you do?"

"I arranged you a blind date." My eyes nearly pop out of my head and my mouth hangs open. I'm not sure if I heard him correctly.

"What did you just say?"

He shuts his eyes tightly as if something is going to hit him in the face. "Iarrangedyouablinddate" He blurts out again and I glare at him.

"Harry!" I shout. "Why did you do such a thing?"

"Sorry, I saw you were a bit sad and quiet and I thought that maybe I could arrange you a date to cheer you up. I'm sorry if I made you upset." He looks down and I frown. I might have been too hard on him.

"It's okay." I sigh. "I just...I don't like people controlling my life, but you did it for a good purpose. I'm sorry for shouting at you." I place my hand on his shoulder and he looks at me.

"It's okay. You are right. I should've asked you first. But now, it's already planned." He gives me an innocent smile.

"You're lucky because I can't stay mad at you."

"Ah...I know you love me." he smiles and swings his arm over my shoulders.

"I do." And I wish he knew how much that confession meant to me.

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"That sucks." Huffs, Rachel.

"I know. But I can't do anything else. I'll just go and see what happens."

"Yes, but still...Even after that kiss...He feels nothing about you. Nothing more than friendship. I can't imagine how hard this is, Ione." And she's right. She's completely right. I feel like Harry had my heart in his palms, threw it on the floor and stepped on it. It's devastating to think that the one you love more than yourself, sees you as nothing more than a friend. But that's my life. Nothing good ever happens to me. I just wish, for once that my luck would change.

"Don't mention it, please. Just help me get ready." I wipe a tear and step in the bathroom.

"Do you know at least who you're meeting?" She asks while outside of the bathroom door.

"Harry told me it's one of his mates from football." I inform her and she hums. "I hope he's bearable."

"You're gonna be great, don't worry about it. " She says and I keep her encouraging words in my mind. What can go wrong? It's a date. I just have to push Harry off my thoughts and enjoy my evening.

The only problem is that I can't. It feels like his memory has dig its claws in my thoughts, not letting my mind drift off for a while. It's like he's everywhere I look. I look at the sky and see his eyes, I smell a flower and it reminds me of his scent. I dream of him and I feel as if his lips are on mine once again. He's in everything I do.

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I step in a almost empty restaurant. I feel the warmth radiating from the candles on the tables around me and I smile at the feeling. I scan the place for the 'blond haired guy with the rose' like Harry said he'd be like. 

I spot a young man, probably a year or so older than me, with a rose accompanying him on the table, sitting at the corner of the room. I walk towards him and he raises from his seat. "You must be, Ione." He says in a deep voice. 

I smile politely at him and nod. "And you must be Brett."

"Indeed, I am. You know, Harry told me that you are beautiful, but I wasn't prepared for such a beauty." He compliments me and gives me the rose that was resting on the tablecloth.

I raise an eyebrow, but accept the compliment and the rose nonetheless. He looks like the kind of guy, that showers you with compliments and presents, until you think he's perfect and fall into his trap. He gets what he wants and then disappears. 

But the difference with his other girls, is that I'm not like them. I know who's worth it or not. He's handsome, I can't lie. Blond curly hair and eyes like honey. He looks like a model and he has definitely taken advantage of it.

"So...What has Harry told you about me?" 

"So many things actually. He told me to be careful and not hurt you, or else he'll hunt me down. I don't want that, he's quite tough." He chuckles but I don't find this funny. I find it lovely. The way he cares about my wellbeing it makes my stomach fill with butterflies. 

"Has he told you anything about me?" He asks curiously, while taking a sip from his wine. 

"No...no he hasn't. For me it was a completely blind date." We keep chatting for like an hour while eating our rather delicious food. He told me things about him. How he works out every day and what he eats for breakfast, etcetera. I've never met a person more boring than him. I was holding myself from texting Rachel, to call me so I could pretend something happened and leave. He's lucky that I'm kind enough not to. 

The dinner finally comes to an end and he escorts me out of the restaurant. "We should do this again." He says with a smirk streching on his lips when I feel his palm going lower, towards my bum. 

I take a step back and shake my head. "I'd rather not, Brett. I'm sorry." I look at him apologetically. "This..." I say and point at him and me, "...won't work out. We better end this here. It was nice meeting you." I see his smile dropping and I feel guilty for a minute but quickly brush it off. I can't feel guilty for every single thing that I say 'no' to. 

I quickly get in a taxi and tell the driver where I live. My mind drifts back to my conversation with Brett and how he said to me, what Harry told him. It really made my heart melt. He really cares about me, even as a friend. I' rather have him as a friend than nothing at all. I get to at least talk to him, be with him, laugh with him, touch him, his hair, his hands, his face... All I've ever dreamt of has disappeared when he told me about the date. I understood that he'd always treat me as one of his friends rather than something more. But that doesn't mean I'm not hoping for a change.

I pay the driver and step out of the vehicle. I shut the door and it drives away into the chilly night. It's nearly the end of October and the temperature has fallen more than I expected. I open my purse and search for my keys when I see a dark shadow coming out from the side of my house. The tall figure takes some long strides towards me and I scream. The figure places its hand on top of my mouth to muffle my screams. I violently wiggle my body to get out of the large hands of this person. My throat feels like it's bleeding from all my muffled screams. The figure holds me tighter. I can't make out who it is. The lamp in the street is behind that person's head, leaving me to deal with practically a shadow. 

I start feeling dizzy. I'm scared, scared of what this person might do to me. Harry's face flashes in my mind. The only person I can think at the moment is him and that if something bad happens to me, I'd probably never see him again. I open my mouth and take between my teeth some of his flesh and I bite hard on it. The person screams and lets me fall on the concrete. I bring my feet to my chest and quickly get up. 

"For God's sake Ione, did you have to do this? It's bleeding." I hear a so familiar voice gasping from the pain.

"Harry?" 

"No! It's Santa. Of course it's me." He winces. 

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry Harry. I thought you were a thief or something. I'm so sorry." I whisper and hug his torso. 

I hear him sighing. His chest goes up and down trying to calm his breath and control the pain. "It's okay, you tried to defend yourself." 

"Let's go inside." 

"No. Your parents are probably asleep and I don't want to upset them." He shakes his head and I smile at his cuteness. 

"Don't worry. My parents are at some of their friends' house. Nobody is home."

"Are you sure?" He double checks.

"Positive." I smile and he follows me in the house. "Let's go upstairs to help you with...that." I point hesitantly at the injury I caused him. He shakes his head, laughing lightly at my attempt to protect myself.

"Sit here. I'll clean your cut." I inform him and get in the bathroom to get what I need to tend his injury. 

"Ouch..." He screams as I clean his cut and the blood that oozes from it. "So...how was your date?" He asks between breaths. 

"Uh...well, I didn't like it." I confess and see him frowning.

"Why? Did Brett try to make a move on you? This bastard. I warned him that if he-" 

"Whoa...calm down. Nothing happened. He did try to grab my arse though. But I just didn't like him. He was too..." I snap my fingers while trying to find the perfect word to describe him, while Harry has an amused smirk on face. "Shallow." I say and shake my head in confirmation. 

"Oh, well..." He shrugs. 

"Don't set me up on any other dates." I point an accusing finger on him. 

"Yes, ma'am." He jokes and I slap his arm. 

"You have a cute arse though." He comments and stares at my bum while biting his lip. My eyes widen and I stop in my tracks. I look down at my feet and smile. I place the first aid kit back in the cabinet and go back to my bed. 

I sit next to Harry. I look at him. I look at him as his eyes are fixated on his phone. Sometimes I wish he could look at me with those magical eyes and understand what I feel. He does look at me and smiles, but when he looks somewhere else, I know that he'll never notice how my eyes beg for him. 

"Why were you here when I came?" 

"I just wanted to make sure that the date worked out or that at least he didn't do anything...nasty." He rasps and lies down on my pillow. I lie down next to him and turn my body to look at him from a better angle. He's looking out of my window. The street light falling on his face, creating shadows that make him look mysterious. 

"You care about me." I dare to say to him in a whisper. He turns around and looks at me with his hypnotizing beryl eyes. 

"I do. A lot." 

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