MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~03~~

Harry nods in agreement as he takes a mouthful of his iced tea, of course, keeping one of his eyes firmly held on me. He seems to do that a lot.

"Do you?" I mumble in response.

"Do I what?" he clarifies.

"Is the person you display to the world, a true presentation of who you are?"

His eyes narrow slightly at my question, and he takes a moment before answering.

"Are you ready to order?" a waitress interrupts us to take our order.

I hadn't even had a chance to look at a menu, "2 Tasting Menus" Harry announces, and my eyes widen at him.

"No problem, Mr Styles" she agrees before scurrying away.

"Umm, Harry, I don't, can't, I umm" there was no way of describing my current situation, that I came here planning just a water and garlic bread.

"Relax Charlotte" a small smirk appearing on his face. "It's taken care of"

**

By the time we had dug in to half the amount of food, I had never tasted so much mouth-watering delicacies in my life. It was like everything I put in my mouth was of pure gold. I've never experienced anything like it.

Conversation with Harry remained much the same, he asked a lot of questions and hardly answered any in return. And he hadn't even brought up the photos.

"I am sorry, Harry, to read about your father. I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for you." I comfort, attempting to get him to open up about any part of him.

"It's life Charlotte, people die" his response was more cold than I anticipated, but I was in place to instruct anyone how to grieve. I had never lost anyone.

"Was it scary obtaining a entire industry so young?" I add.

He shakes his head as he places another mouthful of whatever heavenly goodness he selected, holding his hand in a fist over his mouth as he chewed. Both of us waiting for him to finish before continuing.

"I was well prepared. What are your plans after college?" Again, deflection.

"I want to travel, it's always been something that I wanted, there's such a big world out there, I feel like I'm missing out by only knowing a corner of it" I admit.

"Where is it you'd like to travel to?" He pushes for more information.

"I wouldn't care. Any place is a destination. And I want to see it all" I breathe out, earning another impressed facial from him.

"Did you want to see your pictures?" I decide to address the elephant in the room, being the reason I am here. I didn't want him to think I had forgotten.

"Please" he replies, using a napkin to dap the corners of his mouth.

I reach down to my purse that lay between my feet and pull out the binder I had slipped the photos into, at the same time Harry shuffles to the seat next to me rather than across, clearing away some of the finished plates to allow room.

I bring the folder up to the table, laying it closed and flat, unsure if he wanted to look here or take them home.

"May I?" He questions as he places the palm of his hand on top of the folder.

"Of course" I gush.

As he flips open the cardboard, he is presented with roughly 12 prints, some edited, some standard. I found myself gravitating toward his eyes and had cropped some images to bring those right into focus, taking up the entire frame.

He shuffles through the photos, gazing deeply and intently at each of them before moving on to the next. Not saying a word.

I sat there awkwardly, watching as the subject flicks through my work, something I had never had to experience before.

As he reaches the last one, he pauses on it for a lengthy period of time.

"What do you think?" I ask, not being able to contain the silence any longer.

"These are great, you have an eye for detail" he complements as a wave of relief washes over me. "But I have a question"

My stomach knots and I peer my eyes up toward him. "Sure" I stumble out, fearful of what he's going to say.

He flips back through the images before resting on the one that's been edited to black and white; cropped landscape of the bridge of his nose and each of his eyes.

"Why?" Is all he asks.

"They captivated me, they look as if they hold a lot of stories; a lot of emotion" I comment, this time being able to keep my eye contact on him. Our breaths dancing between us.

"And you think the world is interested in my stories?" He mocks slightly, the evidence of irritation back present in his voice. "These are the pieces your submitting to your college yes?"

My eyes blink closed a few times, he almost looks hurt.

I take the handful of photographs out from his hand and flick through them myself; pulling out one of a full body shot of him seated as well as a head shot, at a time in which he had looked away from my focus.

"These are the photographs for the colleges interest" I explain, patting my flat palm on the two pictures. I clench the other ones near my chest. "These are the photographs for my interest" I courageously admit.

I watch as he swallows hard, "Do you want to know my story, Charlotte?" His question is almost a whisper.

I fold my tongue in between my lips, gracing them with some added moisture. His presence always seeming to make me anxious. "Perhaps"

He leans in a little closer, I feel the air between us thicken and the knot in my stomach tighten. "I do very bad things Charlotte; but I do them, very well"