"My friend. I have plans with her tomorrow morning and I forgot." 
                          
He stared at me with such a blank face before speaking again. 
                          
"Your friend texted you at 2am to remind you of plans you supposedly have in what...a few hours?" I nodded and sipped my from my water bottle. "You hit the nail on the head Harold." 
                          
The light turned green and he turned back to look at the road ahead. 
                          
It was quiet for a while and I was very confused. I don't think he's mad but he's very quiet. I can tell he's deep in thought. 
                          
"Food...where to?" "I'm not hungry Harry. I should probably get home." 
                          
He let out a big breathe through his nose that was audible as he handed me his box. "I don't eat meat." I said with a laugh and he shook his head. "I left the fries for you." 
                          
I knitted my eyebrows in confusion as I opened the box to see all the fries still left in their with an unopened thing of Canes Sauce. 
                          
I looked over at him and he still wasn't looking at me. Instead, he was typing away on his phone.
                          
Did he leave these for me? And why does it feel like this man just gave me his life? 
                          
"It's fries Alycia, not an organ. Eat them." He said with a laugh and I tried to hide the smile as I started eating them and realized he was driving back towards the studio, where my car is. 
                          
After a silent car ride, we pulled back up and he sighed as I undid my seat buckle. 
                          
I'm very confused at the atmosphere we've created in this car. 
                          
"Thank you for the little car ride. I very much enjoyed your fries." "Alycia, are you okay?" "Harry, yes I am." I mocked him, trying to add some humor to the situation. 
                          
He nodded but I could tell he didn't believe me. 
                          
"I can read you better than you think little one. But i'll take your answer and let you go. However, i'll see you tomorrow if you wouldn't mind gracing me with your presence in the studio again." He said with a smile. 
                          
"Gracing you with my presence huh?" He shrugged. "What can I say, i'm honest." "Are you that big of a fan? Ugh, it's an honor, but I don't need fans in my studio sessions." "Oh shut up. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll lend a hand with some lyrics. As friends do." 
                          
I chuckled leaned over the console a bit. 
                          
"A friend? I'm so honored." 
                          
"I would hope so...are you sure everything is okay?" I nodded and grabbed my bag and opened the car door. "Yes. It is. Thank you for asking...i'll see you tomorrow Styles." "Can't wait little one." He said with a smirk and I chuckled as I stepped out. 
                          
"Bye Harolddd." "Bye Alycia. Be safe." I nodded and closed the door. 
                          
I walked over to my car and Harry didn't pull off yet. I saw him watching me so I gave him a little twirl and I saw him laugh. 
                          
I finally got to my car door and already felt my anxiety spike. 
                          
There's a note on my door. 
                          
"be careful alycia." 
                          
Fuck. He knows I was at this studio and he either warned me for being out too late...or he knows I left with Harry. 
                          
I heard a car door shut and jumped, only to see Harry walking up to me. 
                          
"What is that Alycia? Let me see." He said in a stern voice and I shook my head and forced a laugh. "My friend left it as a j-" He took it from my hands and immediately his eyes met mine and they were dark. 
                          
"Is this from him?" "What? No. It's just a joke. Sierra, my friend, she does this. It's an inside joke thing." I lied and tried to keep on a straight face when i'm reality, i'm freaking out. I'm freaking out and I don't want anyone to know my ex is a fucking stalker. It's embarrassing and alarming and no ones burden but my own. 
                          
"Do not lie to me Alycia, i'm not kidding. I could tell from the look on your face when you were reading it. What does this mean?" "I don't know Harry but it's literally fine. I promise. I'm gonna get going but i'll see you tomorrow okay? Be safe." I said as I glanced in my backseat just to be safe and got in the car. 
                          
"Alyci-" I shut my car door as I got in and drove away. 
                          
I didn't want to leave him like that, I didn't. I can't explain any of this to anyone. I don't even know what's going on and I have my career to worry about. I don't want people associating my one popular song with me and then news come out that the girl who wrote Colors has a psycho, stalker ex. It's not news. At least it shouldn't be. 
                          
I pulled up to apartment eventually and waited until I saw a woman in like her early 40's walking in before I got out of my car. 
                          
Witnesses. In case this psycho pops up out of no where. 
                          
I walked in after her and watched the door close behind me. I need to make sure he can't get in. 
                          
The woman and I smiled at each other as we got into the elevator. I'm only on the second floor so I pressed two and felt anxiety fill me as we went up and the door opened. 
                          
Alycia everything is fine. Relax. Breathe. 
                          
I turned the corner towards my door and jumped what felt like 50 feet as I saw someone standing in front of my door. 
                          
Wait....
                          
"Matt? What the fuck?"
                          
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