Perspective || Harry Styles

20 ~ The Lovely Girlfriend

 

***Cara’s Point of View***

“She’s late,” Jeff grumbled upon entering the restaurant with me and the boys. He insisted that he join us for dinner so he could meet the girl I spoke about. I believed he only wanted to prove a point, whatever it may be, probably that she was a gold digger. It was pretty comical actually. A joke he would never get.

“She’ll be here,” I said, rolling my eyes.

The truth was, I was nervous as hell and I couldn’t explain why. I’d been hanging out with these boys all week, Jeff included, and I didn’t have a reason to feel the least bit uneasy. But I did. And it freaked me out.

The waiter showed us to our table, saving a space beside me for Harry to sit.

I can do this. It’s okay.

So much could go wrong tonight. So many mistakes could be made. Harry and I had to be on our A game with the lies and the acting. I prayed he could take the pressure, and I secretly prayed I could too.

Louis sat on the other side of me. The table was circular meaning everyone could see everyone and there would be nothing to get by Jeff or the other boys. Although, the other boys weren’t watching quite as closely. I’m fairly certain Jeff suspects this “girl” I’m dating is the root of all evil and will be the ultimate downfall of Harry’s career simply because she isn’t an A list celebrity. I’m not an A list celebrity, that is.

It’s all just so weird. I didn’t know how to think of it. I knew this fake relationship was a tricky thing from the start, but now that it was beginning I really wished it never would.

“You look nervous,” Louis muttered to me, smirking as we took our seats.

“Do I?”

And before he could reply, Harry walked in.

“He’s here,” I said to Louis a bit louder than I’d meant to. Jeff glanced at me.

“He?” Jeff asked, eyebrows raised.

“I said she,” I assured. He didn’t seem to care much.

I rose from my seat to greet him, and he smiled mockingly.

“Babe! So good to see you,” he chirped, arms outstretched for a hug. I internally groaned, hugging him back.

“You too…sweetheart. Um, boys, this is Cara. My lovely girlfriend,” I introduced, trying not to look as awkward as I felt. This was so weird.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting all of you. I am such a huge fan of One Direction!” He put on his best fangirl voice as we took our seats, and I wanted to punch him in the fucking face. “You must be Jeff! I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Have you?” Jeff spoke up, glancing at me. He hadn’t cracked a smile since Harry stepped over the threshold. Then again, Jeff wasn’t the smiling the type.

“Oh, sure! Harry here talks about you all the time,” he continued.

“Is that so? What exactly does he say?” Now Jeff was looking at me. Only me. I elbowed Harry under the table. He needed to chill. He was already having way too much fun with this.

“All good things of course,” he smirked. I took a big deep breath and Louis chuckled from beside me.

The waiter came around and we all ordered our dinners. I ordered myself a second glass of wine. I was technically able to legally drink in this body, and I knew I would need something to get me through this dinner. I hoped no one noticed how I downed my first glass before the waiter even had a chance to come back.