Sweet Creature [H.S RL]

Chapter 7

-Harry POV-

I took time to take a shower and change into fitness clothes. I take my cellphone and car key and head downstair. She’s there, waiting for me at the door, wearing a tiny, tiny short and a cami. Shit. I should go back upstair and take a cold shower. I feel Harry Jr. twitch in my jogger. I need to calm myself. I should have cracked one before coming down.

“You alright?” she ask me, skeptical.

“Erm, yeah, sorry.” I fake a smile. I can’t tell her I’m about to get a boner. “Let’s go.”

We head toward my Ferrari, I ‘m glad I took that car yesterday, the small space is going to give us more proximity, which I’m glad. We op in, and I immediately drive to Santa Monica. I’m bringing her to Uovo, they serve the best pasta in all Los Angeles, and it’s normally quiet on lunch time, which gives us tranquility. I don’t want to get mobbed during my date with her, also Jeff would be pissed if he know I'd go out without security. Yes, I take my time spending with her like a date. She’s on her phone, typing away, so I put some music to fill the silence. Kiwi instantly feel the air. I feel shy. I look at her and she still looking to her phone, smirking. I don’t know if she’s smirking at her phone or at me, since she’s not looking my way.

“What are you smirking at?” I ask her.

“The fact that your song start playing.” she look up, grinning.

“So, you do know me?” I add, grinning too.

“Yes, Mick Jagger.” she answer, smiling.

I smile. She’s referring to my tour suit. She saw those. I’m glad. I pulled into the restaurant parking.

“Welcome to pasta paradise! Hope you like pasta.” I get out of the car. We walk side by side to the restaurant, and I hold the door for her. I ask for an intimate table, I don’t want to be recognized. The hostess lead us to a table in a corner, and I sit my back facing the other table. We talk during the meal and it’s light conversation. Her phone ping a couple of time.

“Someone want your attention.” I say to her, pointing down to her phone.

“It’s my twitter notification, I’d posted earlier to win tickets at a contest.”

“Tickets for what exactly?”

“Hockey. I’m canadian, can’t get hockey out of the girl.” she’s grinning. “I need to go to the bathroom, I’m coming back.” She left, letting her phone on the table.

I’m way too curious, so I take her phone, glad it's not locked, and add my number into her contact. I send myself a text for having her number back, quickly deleted it, and look through her twitter to see her username. I quickly follow her and see she follow me back. I see her post earlier, it’s a picture of herself in hockey jersey, The Canadiens I think, remembering I saw those jerseys when I was in Montreal with One Direction. She’s so beautiful. I grin and put my phone down before she come back. I do a sign to the waitress, I want to pay before she come back because I know she’s going to argue if I don’t let her pay. I pay the bill and stand up.

“You’re ready to go?” She say, coming back.

“Yes, we have a bit of a drive to do before getting there, so we should move.”

We head back, get in the car and keep moving. I glad we didn’t get disturb at the restaurant, and I’m way too content for that. We crossed Hollywood blvd to go to my favorite hiking in LA, Runyon Canyon Park. It’s not too difficult, since I don’t know if Emma have a good cardio. We parked and get out of the car. I buy 2 bottles of water for us, and we’re good.

“So, are you going to show me a must in LA?” she ask, smiling.

“Kind of, we’re going to walk past the Hollywood sign.”

“Cliché.” she laugh. “Just to let you know, I’m not really in a good shape, so if you do want to just leave me there and continu alone, feel free to do it.”

“I’ll never do that.” I wink.

She was right, she’s out of breath almost instantly. But I don’t mind, we have all day. She took a lot of picture, become in tourist mode. We finally reach the summit, wind pass through her hair, and I want to kiss her. Maybe I should? But it will be too fast, right?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Guess I was staring. “I want to kiss you.” I blurted, immediately regret it. I watch her reaction, she just stare at me, then my lips.

“What are you waiting for?” I hear her say, and don’t have time to think twice, I crash my lips to hers. It start softly, fastly become more intimate. My tongue slip past her lips and dance with her’s. I feel butterfly in my stomach, the air seems thick around us, and I could give anything to have her in private right now.

We part, both out of breath. Our foreheads touch, my eyes are still closed. “Come to mine.” I hear myself say.

“No, I shouldn’t.” she answer.

I open my eyes to look at her. “Why?”

“Because we shouldn’t kiss at a first date, even less have sex.” I smile.

“So, it was a date?”

“I guess.” She look shy now.

“Well, I’m glad.” I’m grinning like a fucking idiot. God, I like that girl, and it’s been what, 2 seconds? “Should we head back?”

“Yeah sure.”

We go back to the Azoff house, I want to ask her out again, but I don’t want to push her. But still, she only have one day left here. Screw it, I’m jumping in.

“So, when are we going to see each other?”

“Erm, well I come here to see Jaye and Cameron, but maybe I could find some time tomorrow night.” I wish I could stay with her, but I understand.

“Alright, so I come take you here let’s say, at 6pm tomorrow?”

“Sound like a plan.” She smile to me. I’m so fucking happy.

Should I kiss her goodbye? Maybe it will be too much. I don’t want to seem pushy. I’m probably lost in my thoughts because lips on mine get me out of my trance, and I respond immediately. I kiss her deeply, caressing her tongue with mine. It become suddenly pretty hot in the room, and Harry Jr. do a fucking tent in my jogger. Nice, now I need to hide my boner smoothly. She get back before I could react. I immediately reach down to place my dick, and see look at it. She’s smiling.

“It get hot, sorry.” she excuse herself.

“Don’t get sorry. Erm, I should go.” I take the handle in my hand, turning back to her, and she move forward to peck my lips. It’s a gentle kiss, but a pretty good way to say goodbye.

“Bye.” I say to her, smiling.

“See you later.” she smile back.