MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~03~~

I allow him to lead me inside, clenching on tightly to the folder as well as flattening out the top of my hair, wishing I had now put a little more effort into it, knowing now that it was in fact dinner for me.

We bypass a lot of people who are enjoying drinks at the bar, sharing appetisers between them and then we finally make it to the back of the restaurant, to where I see Harry, facing us.

As he witnesses our presence, he stands as we approach, buttoning the button to his suit jacket.

"Good evening, Charlotte" he acknowledges leaning forward to plant a gentle kiss to my right cheek, his hand hovering over my lower back.

"Harry" I reply before shrugging off my coat, having my mysterious guide take it from me.

"Thank you, Joseph, that will be all" Harry dismisses the gentleman as he nods away and leaves us to it, Harry darting around me to hold my chair out.

As Harry takes his seat and I shuffle my chair in slightly, my hesitations and awkward nature sets in and I suddenly have no idea how to conduct myself in a public setting, must less a date.

"You look lovely this evening Charlotte" he compliments, apparently sticking to the full name, I choose not to react.

"Thank you, Harry" I accept, ducking my eyes away from his contact.

"You don't take compliments very well"

I breathe out, feeling more anxious that I had been caught out. "Oh, well, I guess I just" I stumble out, how does one answer that.

"It wasn't a question Charlotte; it was an observation" he replies austerely.

"Why photography?" he adds as he signals his finger toward one of the waitresses.

"Umm, I've always just liked what it represents, it's an evidence of memories, it captures a time and a feeling, but I think it says more about a person than what they let on."

A waitress approaches our table and takes our drinks order, I skipped paying my rent this afternoon to afford some dinner tonight.

"How so?" he asks as soon as she walks away.

I adjust slightly in my chair, I never had been comfortable with expressing why I did things, I guess that's why I liked being behind the camera rather than in the focus. "When we look at people, we see a fleeting moment, we see whatever they put out, where as a photo captures that moment, their face might be smiling, however their eyes could display another story."

I find myself spilling more about my truth than I usually would.

"So, you believe people are deceitful?"

What? Is that what I just said?

"No, I don't believe they are deceitful, I think we just keep a lot to ourselves. We don't want to burden anyone else with our problems." I quickly explain, not wanting to sound like some dramatic dark person.

For once, his brow didn't tense at my answer. They both, however, raised slightly. Almost as if he was impressed.

"What about you?" I deflect the discussion, seeing as though I seem to be the one doing all the talking. "Do you enjoy being in the corporate world?" my voice getting a little more light-hearted and fun in the second half of my question.

"It's work" he replies firmly. "Is what you display to the world different to the person you are?" he tennis balls the question right back to me.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, feeling uncomfortable with the amount of attention that's on me in this conversation. "Umm, no I don't think so. I would like to think I portray a pretty accurate representation of myself"