the writer // harry styles au

chapter 14

Alexis

I was meeting Will at an expensive restaurant downtown. He'd offered to pick me up, but I'd declined. I needed the travel time to compose myself - get myself ready for what I was about to do. My feet were starting to hurt from the walking I'd been doing in my heels. I'd gotten out of the cab about 5 blocks from the restaurant. It was cold. My bare legs were covered in goosebumps from the cold air flush against them.

The restaurant was approaching. I found my chest tightening more and more each time I got closer to the restaurant. It was lit outside by an array of fairy lights and lanterns, hanging from the front of the building. The lights were embedded in vines, their light shining through. It was a french style restaurant. There were three black, outdoor French provincial table settings outside, and the ones inside looked the same but they were white. Stepping inside, the warm air soothed my skin, calming me. I couldn't seen Will anywhere in sight. Maybe I was here before him.

I stepped up to the man taking names at the door. He stood behind a podium that looked to be made of oak wood., a nice classic shine reflected off it.

He was dressed in a tux, hair slicked back, a charming smile one his face.

"Good Evening, Miss. May I have a name?" he asked.

"Senate? Will?" I said. My nerves were getting the better of me. I'd never been nervous on a date before.

The man nodded, stepping out from being the wooden podium, motioning for me to follow him. He manoeuvred his way through the tables, heading towards to back of the restaurant. Will was sat at a table against the large window overlooking a park. Their were lanterns dotting trees in the park as well, along with more tables and chairs. It was stunning.

Will was swirling the white wine in his glass, clearly bored. He had a dazed look across his face as he looked out the window. I couldn't help but notice the way his sharp jaw tense as he turned his head more. His hands were big, veins prominent in them. They covered most of the wine glass he was holding. His hands had been all over me last week; placed on my hips, breasts, jaw. But all I could remember were Harry's. Will's were rough and manly, but Harry's were soft and gentle.

The waiter spoke up, breaking Will out of his trance. "Mr. Senate," he said. Will turned to find me. He smirked, standing from his seat.

"Thank you," he said.

The waiter walked away. Will took my hand in his and pulled me towards him. There were only inches between our bodies, and even if it wasn't like the feeling I got when I was around Harry, it was still insanely hot. Will's hand dropped my mine as he brought it up to the side of my face. His smile was giddy, perfect, white teeth on display. I couldn't help but return the smile. It made me happy.

"Hi," he whispered. His hand grazed down my right cheek, hot and rough. Oh, what I would do for a kiss right now.

This is good, Alexis. Get over Harry, get under Will.

My face felt hot, probably flushed, making my cheeks look red. I courageously took my hand and placed it on his chest, running my palm down the front of his white button up shirt and silk tie. He had clearly come straight from work; he looked tired, stressed. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie was slightly loosened around his neck. I didn't care that he looked ruffed up, though. He made it to dinner.

"Hi," I whispered back.

We were probably far too close to be one a first date, but we had slept together last week, so this is probably taking it steady. His lips were moving closer and closer to mine. His hot breath was hitting my face. He was still smiling as wide as ever and, fuck, if he wasn't the most attractive man ever, I would like to meet the man that looked any better. Harry's still the preferable choice, though.

"Want to eat?" Will asked, moving away slightly.

I was still in a daze from how we'd just been standing. I didn't want to move from how we'd been, so close and distracts by each other. I wanted to feel his taught chest against me and strong arms around me so I wouldn't have the reminder of Harry's soft hands and gentle lips for the rest of the night.

"Yeah," I almost whisper. "Let's eat."

***

Will took me back to my place after dinner, saying he couldn't let me arrive and leave alone. He walked with me instead of taking his expensive car. He walked slowly next to me, not touching. I'd kept looking down at his hand, seeing it only centimetres from mine. I wanted him to take my hand, pull me straight into his chest and kiss me with so much passion Harry's amazing kisses felt like crap compared to his. He wouldn't do that, though. Nor would he make Harry look like crap, because Harry wasn't crap. He was handsome and brilliant, just a little bit in his head.

Throughout the night Will had gotten more and more relaxed. His tie got looser and looser, his hair got all ruffled and hot, falling down over the front of his face instead of styled up. He was attractive, and, horribly enough, I wanted to sleep with him tonight. He was so confident. The way he'd pulled me towards him when we first saw each other at the restaurant, the way he held himself, the way he kept talking and laughing and it was so different. But he still wasn't Harry. Harry had this innocent, simple thing about him. This innocent, simple thing about him that meant I could never get him out of my head. Fuck!

Will and I reached my flat building about 30 minutes after walking. My shoes were hanging from his right hand, his way of 'making up for not fighting hard enough to pick me up'. His smile was currently only a smirk, sly and hot. He was about a foot taller than me, and all I could think about was how he was so powerful just from his height, let alone the successful business and money.

"I like being honest. And honestly, right now, you are all I can think about."

I smiled. It made me happy, the fact that he liked me. He was attractive and smart and successful, but all I was thinking about was Harry. I mean, I thought about Will; over me, under me, holding me. But I thought about Harry emotionally and sexually. All I could think about was Harry and everything about him.

Get over Harry. He's not worth it.

Here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to kiss Will, with everything I have. Rough, hard, passionate. I'm going to invite him up to my apartment and let him fuck me until I'm so over Harry. I just want to forget. Help me forget, Will.

As if he read my mind, Will stepped forward, dropping my shoes. His hands came up to my face, cupping my cheeks. He whispered something about me being 'beautiful' and 'sexy' before I felt the press of his rough lips against mine. I pressed into his body, feeling his hard chest against my soft one. He hummed against my lips, spinning me around to the door to the flat building. I parted from his face, breathing heavy. I felt like the breath had just been stolen from my chest and put into his. I turned from him, attempting to unlock the door, which was hard as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed up my neck.

I turned back around in his arms once the door was unlocked, looking into his sea blue eyes. He smiled at me - no, grinned at me. Not a cocky grin, a genuinely happy grin. I pressed a chaste kiss to kiss lips, and he leaned in for more. I could feel the hard press of him against my stomach, aching. He kissed my lips again, chaste. Each sweet touch helped me distract myself from.. him. And I didn't feel guilty about it; I actually felt happy

"You're coming upstairs," I said against his lips.

He hummed in response, pulling me closer and tighter to his amazing, toned body. "And I don't care if you miss your run tomorrow because you're good-morning-fucking me upstairs, it'll be worth it.

Will laughed. He turned me in his arms, walking forward. He licked a line up the side of my neck, blowing on it. I moaned, head falling back against his shoulder.

"Get me upstairs, Ms. Russel."

***

Harry

Of all the things I never thought I'd see again in my life, it would be my heart smashed against some stupid sidewalk in some stupid city.

(A/N: hellllooooo!! So this update isn't really about Harry, but I'd like to think it's an important complication in the story! The bit at the end of the chapter in Harry's point of view will be explained further in the next chapter, which should be up in no time! Don't for get to vote and comment what you think! I hope you enjoyed!)