Sweet Creature [H.S RL]

Chapter 10 *

A/N: If you don't like smut, please skip.

-Emma POV-

Harry open the door of an Audi R8 for me to hop in, and I’m impress. He is a real gentleman. I’m excited to see where we are going. I just hope we’re not going to a fancy place, because I’ve dressed casual, thanks to Cameron. He sit behind the wheel, and the the engine roars.

“Fancy car.” I exclaim.

“I need to be honest, I want to impress you.” He say, side glancing me.

“You don’t need a car for that, Harry.” I smile softly. “So, where are we going?”

“My place, I’m cooking you dinner.” He smile at me.

I need my moment: I’M GOING TO FREAKING HARRY STYLES’ HOUSE! I really hope I don’t say that out loud. You can’t blame me, I’m a human after all. The car ride is lightsome, we have small talk which I like, and we’ve soon reach Hollywood Hill. Harry pulled into a large driveway, with a beautiful, modern white house in the background. He park the car in the garage, or I should say warehouse, there’s as much car in here as an automobile seller garage. He get out of the Audi and rush to open my door. My hands are sweating, I’m freaking nervous. I feel like I could waking up anytime.

He lead me to the house and let me in. I’m speechless. I’m facing a incredible stairway, in pale wood. All the wall are white, which increase luxury. He lead me at the open space on the first floor. There is a huge breakfast bar, which I would like to do some other things than eat on it. Sorry for my dirty mind.

I’m even more speechless when I look at the end of the room, there’s an eight places table on the left and a immense sectional on the right, but the front wall is made only by bay window, and the view itself made me speechless. We have an incredible view of the horizon, with a beautiful sunset. I automatically walk up there and look at the amazing view mouth open. I see a pool and jacuzzi in the backyard, which is really intimate, surrounding by tree.

“Would you like something to drink? I wanted red wine, I could give you a glass too.” He look nervous. My silent self probably not helping.

“Yes, I would really fancy a glass of wine.” I smile to him, trying to find composure. I’m joining him in the kitchen and sit on a bar stool. “You know, red wine and white shirt don’t get along well.” I add, taking the glass from him.

“Maybe it was my intention.” he smirk at me. He’s cutting vegetable on a cutting board.

“Don’t forget you have white pants. I could have a revenge.” I chuckle, blushing.

“If you want to get into my pants, you just have to ask.” he wink. I blush frightfully.

“It smells good, what is it?” So not subtile Em, really.

“I made my mother’s recipe Shepherd’s pie. A classic British meal. Hope you like to discover.” real mummy boy. He’s so cute.

“Well, I think I know what it tastes like, we have a meal in Quebec that looks like it. And don’t worry, I love to discover new meal.” I smile kindly to him.

We soon hear the oven ping, which means the Shepherd’s pie is ready. Harry put in on plate and lead me to the dining table. There’s a small candle on the table, making the atmosphere intimate. We start eating. It is really good. A guy’s homemade food is already good, but Harry’s one is incredible. He do all of that for me. I’m privileged.

“So, what do you think?” Harry ask me.

“It is delicious Harry. You’re really good.” I smile to him.