headmaster styles.

She's My Girl

"Funny you should ask that," Niall laughed for a few seconds and the waitress sat down a basket of rolls, "My girl sits right here on this table." He picked up a roll and waved it under his nose, raising his eyebrows, "Dammit. Isn't she sexy?"

I stifled in a laugh and covered my mouth, but Harry let out a hearty laugh and Niall took a bite of the roll.

"She's salty and sweet. I like that in my women." Niall winked at Harry and he chuckled.

"You're still funny, Ni. Can't believe we ever lost touch." Harry smiled and Niall leaned back in the booth, putting his hands behind his head.

"Yeah well you know me. I'm always trying new things, loving the people all around. Ain't got nothing better to do so might as well do it with a strong heart," Niall put his hand in the shape of a fist and put it over his heart, "I've been making a strong living."

"I'd say so." Harry nodded his head and the waitress walked over to us.

"Drinks?" she asked and we all nodded our heads.

"I'll take a sweet tea, please." I smiled and Harry nodded his head.

"Same here. Two sweet tea's."

Niall cleared his throat and looked at the waitress, "Water. And a small glass of Coke."

"Okay. I'll be back to take your orders." The waitress then nodded her head and walked away.

"Did you see that Niall?" I asked and he gasped.

"Oh so she speaks?" he smirked and I rolled my eyes, "Did I see what?"

"The way our waitress was looking at you." I smiled and he cocked his head, arching his jaw.

"What can I say? The ladies love me." He laughed at himself and I shook my head. This man is completely insane.

"Is that why you refer your girl to an inanimate object?" I raised my eyebrows and he put his hand over his chest.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Anastasia. But we do not talk about my girl that way," he said in a high voice and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay guys. What would you like to eat?" The waitress came back.

I was about to say something, but Harry interrupted. "We would like order number four."

"I would like order number five and eight." Niall said to the waitress and my eyes went to him, "What?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing. Man's gotta eat, right?" I laughed at myself and Harry smiled at me, leaning over to my ear.

His hot breath was blowing on my neck and he put his hand on my bare thigh. "It depends on what the man eats," he whispered before kissing my neck.

I bit my lip and he winked at me once he pulled away. When we looked at Niall, he was kissing all over a roll.

"Ew! PDA!" I joked and he scowled at me.

"Well now that's not fair. Why can't I show my man affection and you can?" he pretended to make it talk and I laughed. Maybe he's a little too insane, "Okay. Enough of that shit, Anastasia. Let's get down to business. Where are you from?"

"I used to live in Dahm." I smiled and he gawked.

"Dahm? Like, the Dahm? And you decided to move to Bently?" he paused for a second and then nodded his head, "Good choice, and you look extremely young to be dating Harry. How old are you?"

"Are you interrogating me?" I cocked an eyebrow and he looked around.

"Are you talking to me?" he pointed to himself and I nodded my head, "Hell no. I was just asking. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"I'm seventeen," I answered and he called out.

"Damn! Young and sexy. Good job, Haz," Harry rolled his eyes and I giggled, "So, are you going to that thing in L.A.?"

"L.A.?" I looked to Harry and he shifted in his seat.

"Um yeah. I'm going." He nodded his head and turned to him.

"When are you going to L.A.?" I asked, confused.

"Uh, next week." He looked down and I got even more confused.

"Next week? For how long?" I pulled from his grasp and he looked at me.

"Is this what happens when I say we're in a relationship? You start asking all these goddamned questions? This night was supposed to be good, Ana. Fuck," he looked back down and rubbed his thighs with the palms of his hands, "I didn't tell you because I wanted you to go with me. I'm supposed to be going down there for the Red Carpet. My dad was known as the richest man in the U.S. and they wanted me to walk on the Red Carpet because his fortune was going to be passed down to me. I didn't want to tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise," he said calmly and I let out a breath.

"Well now it sounds like my fault," Niall threw his arms up and we both looked at him, "I'm sorry for making you two argue."

"It's fine," Harry and I said at the same time, "Now can you please come closer to me again? So I know that you're okay with me?" Harry whispered and I took a deep breath before scooting closer to him. He wrapped his arm around me waist and put his face in the crease of my neck, "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I love you."

"I love you," I whispered and he kissed me softly.

"Oh my gosh!" Niall gushed sarcastically and clapped his hands, "You two are so sweet! You make me want to puke," he snapped and took a drink of his Coke.

"Here is your food," the waitress walked up to our table and placed our plates in front of us, "I hope you guys enjoy. I'll be back later with your check."

We didn't really talk that much because honestly, the food was too delicious to look away from, and soon enough, the waitress came back with the check.

"Here," she handed Niall the check and he cleared his throat once she walked away.

He gasped and turned the check away from his plate, "Don't look at it baby. It's too much to bare." He ripped the bottom piece of the check off and handed it to me.

"It's her phone number." I handed it back to him and he sighed.

We all stood up and he walked over to a random woman and handed her the piece of paper. She smiled at him when she looked down and nodded her head. It's funny because if she tries to call him, she'll hear a woman's voice.

"Why didn't you just keep it?" I asked when we all walked out of the store, "I mean, Niall. Why don't you want to at least find a girl?"

"I'd rather go to sleep than be with a girl." He gave me a curt nod and walked to his car.

I shook his hand again and smiled, "It was really nice to meet you Niall. I hope to see you again." I smiled again and he brought me in for a hug, surprising me.

"I'll start the car." Harry nodded to Niall and walked to his car.

"Listen Ana. I want you to take care of Harry. He's had his heart broken one too many times, and I don't think he can take another one. Besides, I don't think you could break his heart anyways. You seem perfect together. I don't think anything is going to split you two apart," the smile he gave me was too sympathetic and I began to cry, "Christ, Ana. Are you okay?"

He put his hand on my shoulder and I nodded my head, "Yeah. I'm fine. It's just that..." I trailed off and sighed, "I'll have to tell you another time. You know where Harry lives, I'd love it if you would visit me so we could talk."

"Of course, of course," he nodded his head and hugged me again, "I'll see you later." He then got in his car and drove away.

When I approached the black Mercedes, I slowly got in the passenger side and took a deep breath, trying to wipe away my tears.

"Anastasia," Harry whispered, and he lifted up the console to bring me into his arms. I began to cry and he kissed the top of my head, "I'm not going anywhere. Okay? Penelope and my mother can kiss my ass for all I care," he put his hands on my cheeks and wiped my tears away, "I won't ever leave you. Not for Penelope. Not for anyone. Cause you're my girl." He gave me a small grin before pressing his lips to mine.