MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~07~~

I'm sure he was just kidding, and picking a random example, but I felt very personally attacked.

"I wasn't.." I attempt to defend myself before he cuts me off, throwing his jacket over his forearm.

"I have business to tend to in the city this afternoon, but you'll have breakfast with me first" again, there was no hint of a question in his statement, and I had begun to learn that there was no point in arguing with him.

Arriving at Café No Sé, a gorgeous little teashop in Travis Heights, the wooden lined ceilings mixed in with the light blue and cream finishing's, gave this place a really nice coastal feel in the mixture of the busy city. It was one of my favourite places to come to and the food never disappointed.

Harry was yet again dressed in a suit, I hadn't ever seen him in anything but, this time a light grey suit jacket and pant paired with a simple white shirt which was unbuttoned a few buttons below his neck. He always looked so business like, always so formal. I guess that's why he never appears relaxed.

Continuing his gentleman chivalry, the door was pulled opened for me, as my lower back was supported by his lingering hand as we made our way over to a simple two person setting, that chair being pulled out for me as well.

I silently enjoyed the old school treatment, the limited number of dates I had attempted to attend during college showed an assortment of boys in backward caps and oversized trousers sitting wide legged on a bar stool throwing back a cheap beer. Whereas Harry Styles, represents the complete contrast of all that behaviour.

"So, what's good here?" he asks as his eyes scan the menu placed in front of us.

I gasp dramatically causing his eyes to look at mine in curiosity.

"What?" he asks, as his brows tense.

"The Harry Styles is asking for my opinion" I embellish in a sarcastic tone.

I witness him rolling his eyes and giving a rebellious breathily chuckle. He didn't want to fuel my immature behaviour at the moment.

"Quiet you" he warns, however unable to contain the curvature of the corners of his mouth.

I chuckle at little, not knowing why I felt so giddy at the moment. "Sorry, the pancakes are good. Pancakes are always good"

He nods at my suggestion and before I knew it, we both had a serving of pancakes in front of each of us, unknowingly each set complementing our personalities and lifestyles completely. Mine was topped with chocolate sauce, bananas, strawberries and icing sugar, whereas Harry had opted for a simple maple syrup stack, serious and clean cut, just like him.

The necklace Harry gifted me last night was still hung around my neck as promised and I can't lie. I quite liked the feeling of having something from me on me at all times. I knew it would be expensive and I had never owned anything brand new that was this luxurious, anything close was always gifted from my aunty so it never felt as personal. I play with the stone between my fingers as I chew the mouthful of scrumptiousness.

"Thank you again for this" I acknowledge, still letting the cooling rock dance between my thumb and index finger.

Harry simply nods at my comment as he too had just consumed a mouthful.

"What business do you have tending to this afternoon?" I attempt to make conversation using the statement he provided earlier.

"Just business" he replies, keeping his answers as vague as ever.

"Sounds interesting" I gush, knowing that I was never going to get straight answers from him.

"Not entirely, but it needs doing." Well, I guess that was something.  "What are you going to do with yourself now that you're free?"

I hadn't really thought about it, this was technically my first day of zero responsibilities, so I haven't really had the opportunity to think about the next step.

"I guess, just pick up as many shifts as I can at the coffee shop until I make enough money to go somewhere. I think Italy would be first on my list. It looks absolutely stunning from the photographs I have seen" I comment.

Even though I had been saving for absolutely any overseas trip, something about the atmosphere in Italy seemed to hold my attention more than any other place. Though I definitely had plans to see it all. Italy may be a good place to start, and who doesn't like pizza?

"Italy is nice" he comments as if it's nothing.

"What are your friends like?" I ask out of completely nowhere, but it seemed like a more relaxed conversation topic than some of our previous.

His reaction mimics the arbitrariness of my question, "My friends?" he questions.

"Yeah, you know, like the people you hang out with on weekends, and the people who you bounce your thoughts and feelings off." I explain like he didn't know the definition.

"Argh" he mocks, almost thanking for the dictionary description. "I believe they call those employees"

My lips part slightly in shock, but deep down, I don't think I was truly surprised.

"You're kidding, I'm sure you could distinguish the difference between employees and friends"

Harry looks at me dead in the eye, but his gaze wasn't strong, they shifted back and forth slightly as if he was searching for an answer. "What you should understand about my life Charlotte, is that I was raised having those around us being for mutual benefit only. No one ever chose to be there."

And there it was, the first time Harry has ever admitted a flaw to me.

It was violently beautiful and I wanted to know more.

I wanted to know everything.