MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~06~~

We were interrupted by the next course being served in the same way we had been given our entrée.

The waiter lifted the metal coverings to reveal the most incredible sighting. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better. It's like this boy can read my mind.

Perched upon a black plate was the most mouth-watering, juicy, perfectly cooked strips of steak served on a bed of mashed potato with 2 asparagus sticks crossed over the top.

My absolute favourite meal of all time.

You know when you're a little kid and it's your birthday and your parents let you pick what it is you want for dinner.

This was it.

Okay, admittedly it never looked as gourmet as this, but nonetheless, it was these components.

Harry must have noticed how my eyes lit up like Christmas morning when the dish was revealed because I didn't even hear his original question until his slight chuckle caught my attention.

"Sorry?" I apologise, feeling a little embarrassed over my excitement on food.

"I said" he snickers, "You look like you've never seen steak before"

"Oh" I blush, "No it's not that, it's just.. this is my favourite"

The pleasing smile that presented on his lips looked a little more like he already knew that.

"Good" he breaths before picking up his own cutlery and biting into his first mouthful.

I mimicked his action and allowed myself to bring a piece of inviting beef to my lips, and oh what a heaven send that was.

Whenever I seem to be with Harry, I get to experience the most delightful cuisine, I understand more and more the obsession with fine dining.

Neither one of us spoke as we practically licked our plates clean.

"Oh, Harry. That was incredible" I appreciate as our plates are taken from us.

"I'm pleased you enjoyed it" he comments, refilling both of our glasses, this now being the 3rd glass of wine I had had since arriving, silently wondering how I would be driving home.

Harry glides his chair out abruptly as he extends his hand out for me to take it.

I comply and reach my hand out for his hand as I stand to my feet, adjusting my dress as I step around my seat to his awaiting arms.

"Dance with me." He presented.

"Oh, Harry. I don't really dance" I leered before being tersely toward him as his hand makes connection with my lower back, instantly getting me in a slow dance position.

"It wasn't a question, Charlotte" he whispered in my ear as his grip around me gets tighter, holding me firmly against his body.

"Harry, there's no music" I taunt, although he is effortlessly swaying us around to a tune he seems to hear in his head.

And strangely enough, the way in which we are moving together, I think I can hear it too.

Dancing on the rooftop in complete silence with a man I've only known for 5 minutes, I feel more comfortable here than I had been anywhere in a long time.

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Dessert was just as delectable as the rest of the courses and part of me never wanted to leave.

But it wasn't long before we were heading back down the elevator toward the ground floor and back to the awaiting limousine.

"Tonight, was amazing, Harry. Thank you so much for the food, the set-up, the necklace" I reach up again and take it in between my thumb and index finger. You could feel the luxury oozing out of it even through its touch.