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Chapter 50

"Harry Edward Styles, will you get your cute arse down stairs now please, you're going to make us late if you don't hurry up"

I stood at the bottom of the house calling up the dark stairwell trying to hurry Harry along.  It amazed me that a man who literally looked good in any outfit he ever threw on took so long to get ready.   I, however had spent far too long painstakingly choosing from one of the many beautiful outfits I had been given over the last few months from various designers.  

With each new rail of clothes that appeared at the house, I was reminded that the simple act of being Harry Styles' girlfriend and wearing a certain outfit out in public made it an instant hit with his enormous and dedicated fan base so designers were all begging me to wear they're clothes, a scenario which still boggled my brain!

After much deliberation I had gone for a simple black dress by Azzedine Alaia, who I wont lie I'd never heard of until the collection of beautiful clothes arrived the week before, but the dress I had chosen had a simple elegance and just enough detail to make it modern and beautiful but wasn't too over the top for the restaurant that Luke and I had suggested.

I finally heard Harry bounding down the stairs from our bedroom, the second he rounded the 1st floor landing heading down to where I stood, my breathe caught in my chest.  He had a wide smile spread across his beautiful face his eyes sparkling like he could see the butterflies whirling in my stomach.  His hair bounced softly as he jumped down the last few steps 2 at a time, the beautiful green velvet suit shimmering over his broad shoulders,

"Excuse me, I was going for handsome... sexy... debonair..."

he smirked as he slid his arm round my waist spinning us around the lobby of the house, and dipping me backward,

"...not cute!"

I giggled in his arms as he held me in the dip, his lips swooping down and latching on to my neck briefly

"Aw sorry babe I guess you'll just have to keep trying" I teased, tapping the side of his jaw

Harry laughed and lifted me back up to my feet, his hand slid down into mine pulling me toward the front door, grabbing my coat, indicating for me to turn my back to him, I moved my arms back allowing Harry to slide on my coat, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly, his voice dropping in both tone and volume, his warm breathe brushing the skin behind my ear as his lips lingered mere millimetres from my skin,

"don't test me baby, or I really will make us late"

The sudden change in Harrys demeanour, the warmth of his body enveloping me, plus what he was suggesting had a ripple of goose bumps starting from my chest, flooding over my skin to the very tips of my fingers.   I turned to face him his eyes dilated, burning into mine.

I lifted my hand, delicately placing my fingertips on the bend of his jaw, I could feel his gaze on me, I purposefully avoided his eye contact and instead followed the trail of my hand moving ever so slowly over his creamy skin, his hands gripping my waist tightly as I moved down his neck, pushing back his black button up just enough so I could expose a little more of his chest, my fingers tracing his collarbones.  My heart was racing and my teeth gripped my bottom lip, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed trying to maintain his composure.  

"we can be late... if you like" I purred

I popped open another button at the top of his chest allowing me a little more room to slide my hand over his skin, the tightening of his grip pulling me flush with his hips made me look up into the heat radiating from his eyes, a smirk spreading across my face