All of Me (Harry Styles) - Book 2

Chapter 74: The ARIAs

I realize I'm blatantly checking him out so I force my eyes to meet his. But his aren't looking back into mine, instead raking up and down my body numerous times.

"God Av, you're the most stunning thing I've ever seen. That dress..." He breathes out, his eyes finally finding mine.

"You don't look to bad yourself Styles." I swallow, feeling my body heat up from the way he's looking at me.

"Really love... absolutely gorgeous. So beautiful." He grins at me, touching my cheek and giving me a soft kiss, then whispering in my ear. "Your texts nearly bloody killed me. Please tell me you're naked under this dress."

My body shivers as he stands upright, his hand running down my arm.

"I regret to inform you I'm not...." I frown as his face falls.

He looks so disappointed I try not to laugh as I step towards him and lower my voice, "If you're asking if I'm wearing underwear, the answer is no. If you're asking if I'm wearing a black lace garter around my right thigh, the answer is yes."

His mouth drops open as his eyes shoot down to my legs.

"Jesus Christ Av." He mutters under his breath, licking his lips.

I smile as he shifts uncomfortably, more then proud of my little purchase I made at Victoria's Secret two days ago. It's funny how it's the smallest things that men find the most sexy.

"Harry! Interview!" Zayn appears next to us, pulling Harry away as Perrie steps beside me.

"Now why does young Harry look like he's about ready to pass out?" Perrie puts her arm through mine, "You're going to have to teach me how to tease, love. You seem to have quite the knack for it."

"I'm getting better all the time." I grin, giving her a wink. I love, love, being able to have this effect on Harry.

We talk amongst ourselves for awhile, till I hear my name being called. I glance to our left, seeing Harry standing with a middle aged blonde with a microphone, motioning me to come over to him.

I widen my eyes at him, not expecting to be a part of any interview this evening. He only grins, calling my name again.

I hesitantly make my way over to them, Harry pulling me into his side and resting his right arm around my waist.

"So Ava, Harry here was just telling us about you!" The woman beams.

"Good things I hope." I smile back at her.

"Of course love! You look beautiful this evening!"

"Does, doesn't she?" Harry agrees, chewing on his gum.

"Now Ava, who are you wearing this evening?"

"Ziad Nakad." I answer her, hoping I pronounced the name correctly.

"Gorgeous. We've seen you on several red carpets before, and you always look lovely. Very classically elegant."

"Thank you."

"Harry, did you have any hand in helping Ava choose her gown?"

"I saw a few pictures spread across our coffee table one evening... But no, not the best person to give advice on couture gowns. More than chuffed with her choice though." Harry squeezes my side softly.

"Now I'm not sure if that was a slip up or I just got an exclusive... Did I hear you say 'our' coffee table?" The reporter asks, her eyes wide.

I cringe internally, not knowing if Harry actually meant to say that or not. My eyes dart to Harry, the worried look on the my face quickly being replaced by a grin that matches his.