If I was told that I would be putting effort and dazzling myself up to go out with the guy who had kidnapped a few weeks ago I would've probably laughed and called that person fucking inane and stupid.
But here I was.
There were clothes inside the closest inside my room. Really fancy gowns and dresses. I had brought the clothes Harry had gotten me didn't have any fancy stuff. I wondered to who these dresses belonged to?
Did Liam have a girl here? Who was she? Where is she now?
I stared at myself from the bathroom mirror. I was wearing a lacy white playful dress. It was cute and not super dressy but enough to show that I did put effort in choosing it.
I had the makeup that I had been provided with each occasion I was forced to go to those ridiculous parties where women wore gowns and men wore tuxes.
I had done some really light makeup. It was barely there because I didn't want to go overboard with it. Since my dress was really girly and playful and having super glammed makeup wouldn't be right.
A knock outside pulled me from my state of admiring myself. I rushed out and opened the bedroom door to reveal Harry. He looked extremely attractive. And I basically had to stop myself from drooling at the sight of him.
He was wearing a black shirt that was unbuttoned to reveal his tanned skin. That necklace he always wore was visible at his chest. His tight black signature jeans were worn along with his boots. I looked back up to his eyes to see his eyes were roaming down my body as well.
Harry
When she opened the door my breath was knocked away. She stood there looking like an absolute angel. Her playful white dress reached her mid thigh and she stood there with her innocent blue eyes trailing down my body.
I smirked knowing she was also checking me out.
"Ready?" She asked gently pulling her eyes up to my face. I nodded and held my hand out to her as she gently took it, placing hers in my much bigger one.
I'd never taken a girl out before. Ever.
We usually just skipped all that drama and got straight into bed. Plus they were always one night stands so why the fuck would I take them out to dinner if I wasn't ever going to see them again?
Exactly. No point.
So saying I was nervous for this whole dinner thing was an understatement. I was beyond nervous I felt sick up to my stomach.
I had just blurted out the question of dinner spontaneously. I hadn't thought over it or decided that I should it just.. happened in that moment.
And god that awful silence that came over her when I asked her.
I wanted the floor to swallow me whole because I had never put myself in a situation like that where I was the one who was vulnerable.
We appeared slowly walked downstairs. She trailed behind me her fingers intertwined with one as I led the way. I could see the lights were on in the hallway on my left signalling Liam was probably going to be inside.
I quickly pressed the elevator button and it opened. I stepped inside after allowing her to pass before me.
God I felt so sick.
I'm not used to these dinner shits
Olivia
He led me out of the building to the busy sidewalk. People rushed past in their work clothes and the streets were busy with cars.
I looked at Harry to see that he had his lip pulled between his teeth. My hand was still intertwined with his. His hand was so big and felt rough from calluses whereas mine was small and soft. It was a contrasting difference but somehow felt really soothing to me.
"Where are we going?" I asked gently while we walked down the crossing to get to the other side of the road. It was lined up with shops and restaurants. I glanced into them and you could see people laughing and chatting away while enjoying their meals with loved ones and family.
"Um.. it's this Italian place.." he looked down at me "you do like Italian right?" He asked hurriedly.
I smiled and nodded. "I love Italian."
He smiled at my answer with satisfaction while we kept walking down the road. It was such a beautiful night. The weather was so calm which was really surprising for London. Since it was typically always raining and disgusting but not tonight.
A part of me was wondering what the hell I was doing. Why am I out with a killer? This man was the one who kidnapped me and is helping my psycho brother. He's probably terrorised so many people and even gone to the extent of killing them. I wasn't naive to that fact because I knew Harry has killed men. You can't be in The Circle and not have committed murder that's just like not breathing or eating for them.
But I was so curious. I was curious about Harry. He was this complex person that could actually be really sweet if he wanted to but he could also flip the switch. He saved me from a man who nearly raped me when he didn't have to. I didn't mean anything to him yet he killed the next most powerful guy after Liam simply because Jason Ambasso was forcing himself onto a young girl. Why would he do that? What benefits does he get from doing that? None.
So that's why I was here with him, my hand intertwined with him heading into a restaurant.
I wanted to know Harry. As crazy as that sounds, I was so curious of him.
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