Falling for Harry Styles

Chapter 45

I felt heat rise in my cheeks as his lips brushed across one and he leaned back to look down at me with a smirk on his lips. I didn’t trust my voice as I frantically nodded, trying and failing to bite back an ear-to-ear smile.

“Good,” he pressed a kiss to my forehead and my breath caught in my throat as my eyes drifted closed. “You should go get ready then.”

“Okay,” I let out a little breathlessly.

I started to turn and felt a light squeeze on my hip, “Wear something nice,” he smiled down at me.

I nodded as I made my way to and up the stairs to my room. I walked straight to my wardrobe and tugged it open scanning the articles. “Nice, nice, nice,” I mumbled to myself. ‘How nice though. Is a dress too nice? Jeans are probably too casual. Okay a simple dress then.’ I shuffled through the clothing until I found the plain black spaghetti strap I was after. I pulled it off the hanger and dug around for my blue belt with the blingy bow on it. I pulled out my light blue cardigan and some strappy sandals before laying it all out on my bed and grabbing a towel, off to take a shower.

After I had dried out my hair and applied some light makeup I tugged on my sandals and grabbed my cardigan, heading down the stairs. Harry appeared at the bottom, “Are you-“ he stopped when his gaze locked on me and his mouth just hung open. I bit my lip and felt subconscious as I reached the bottom and took his outstretched hand. His eyes scanned up and down me as he continued the silence.

“Harry….” I almost whined.

His eyes snapped up to meet mine and his lips tugged into a smile, “You look incredible.”

I smiled as I felt my cheeks flush, “Thanks, Haz.” I looked him up and down. He had a pair of tight black jeans hugging his legs with an equally tight white t-shirt adorning his torso and a blazer with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” I winked at him.

He giggled in response, “Shall we then?” he gestured toward the door.

I nodded following his lead as we headed out to his car he helped me in before jogging round the front and hopping in, starting it and taking off down the road. He turned down a few streets before turning to me and asking, “Is that the sweater I got you for your birthday last year?” he glanced at me with a quirked brow and curved lips.

“Yes…” my tone was a higher pitch as I finished, almost like I was inquiring. He chuckled and his eyes squinted. “What?” my mouth dropped slightly and I couldn’t help the curve of my lips as he just shook his head in response. “This happens to be my favorite color,” I dramatized my speech as I pointed to my torso.

“I know,” he smirked at me, “that’s why I got it for you.” he grinned as we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

He helped me from the car and immediately grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, as he led the way inside.

“Good evening sir, how can I help you?” the host greeted with a smile.

“Reservation for Styles, please.”

“Oh yes certainly. Right this way Mr. Styles,” he said as he ushered us to our table. “Your server will be right with you.”

“Thank you.”

I looked around the familiar dining area. My eyes landed on the table we sat at what seemed like a lifetime ago and my cheeks flushed. I turned my eyes back to him and his brow piqued, “What’s that look for?”

My cheeks flushed even more as I found some courage. “You know you are rather cheeky, Harold?”

His eyes widened as did his smirk at the name, “Yeah, and why’s that?”

“You brought me to the same restaurant as the night you fell in love with me. That is quite sappy wouldn’t you say?”

His cheeks pinked and his smile was shy as he averted his eyes. I knew Harry well enough to know that was his embarrassed look and he quickly tried to change the subject. “So… usually people go on dates to get to know someone, but what do you when you know everything about the person?” his head kind of tilted to the side and his smile was an open mouthed quirked lips kind of smile.

“Oh come on Haz. There has to be something you don’t know about me…?”

He pursed his lips as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, “I don’t know… your shoe size!”

He smiled as is he accomplished something and it made me chuckle. “Seven.”

That’s how we spent the evening; enjoying a nice meal and coming up with odd little things we hadn’t yet discovered about each other. Like how do you brush your teeth, big circles or small, or how you decide what you’re going to wear that day. I giggled and laughed and occasionally blushed as the night went on. I was genuine happy for the first time since that I got the dreaded call. For once in a couple of months I was enjoying myself. For once I was sober and didn’t feel the ache in my chest.