Rosalyn
Night in the city still holds the same busy traffic as during the day, maybe even more; especially on a Friday night where everyone is out of work and ready to have fun for the weekend. The air is a bit chilly, but in the best way as I stand outside of the restaurant that Harry has brought us to, waiting for him to finish his phone call.
"Yes, I need it for tomorrow please." I hear Harry speak a few feet away. I turn away from looking at a little girl dancing in a small puddle, with a lollipop in her hand, to look over at him.
"Okay, good. No, that's it Jerry. Thank you." He says before hanging up his phone and shoving the device into his pants pocket as he makes his way over to me. "Sorry about that. I have to have a new computer sent to the office."
"It's okay." I smile.
"Let's go inside." He says, gently placing his hand on the small of my back and guiding me inside.
The restaurant that we are attending is one that I have not been to before. It's filled with dark polished wood walls and pillars. Round tables with white cloths decorated with small vases of beautiful pink roses. The lights in the place were slightly dim giving the area a nice romantic and peaceful vibe, not that this was a date.
Having dinner with Harry isn't a date. When he asked me to join him for dinner, turns out he didn't eat at all. All he had was a coffee and a donut and the gesture of asking me out is more of a thank you. After all, Mr. Styles doesn't mix business with pleasure.
Our waiter for the night, appears to be a guy in his early twenties, with short light brown hair and soft hazel colored eyes. He is dressed in a pair of black pants, a white button up shirt and a matching black vest.
"What would you like to drink?" The waiter, who's name tag reads Connor, asks Harry and I; once we are both seated at our table.
"What would you like?" Harry asks me from across the small round table. Glancing down at the menu, I scan the list of drinks in Black cursive writing, only noticing an eclectic amount of different alcoholic drinks.
"Oh, um, I really don't know much about champagne or wine." I mutter, feeling a slight warmth burn my cheeks as I look up from my menu to the waiter. "I'll just have a glass of water please."
"Yes, of course." He nods with a small sweet smile, his arms held behind his back, before focusing on Harry. "For you, Sir?"
"A bottle of Bollinger and two glasses."
"Very well. I'll give you two a minute to decide what to order." Connor says, politely dismissing himself from us. As he leaves, I take this opportunity to look around the restaurant, seeing the rest of the costumers dressed in sharp fancy clothing, clicking wine glasses and conversing.
"You look beautiful, don't worry." Harry suddenly speaks, taking me by surprise.
"Oh, um thank you. However, I wasn't really thinking that." I fumble, skimming my hands over the hem of my navy blue dress, that rest about two inches above my knees. "I was thinking more about how much my food will cost." I say with a small chuckle.
"Don't worry about that either." He says giving me a wink, before grabbing his menu off the table. I smile and begin to look for what I'm going to order.
After a while of deliberating, Harry order the steak, medium rare with cesar salad on the side and I order a small plate of Alfredo pasta and Quinoa salad.
"Here is you bottle of Bollinger." Connor states once he displays our plates of food im front of us, my glass of what and the two champagne flutes. "Let me just open it for you."
"Oh, no it's alright, mate." Harry says, raiding his hand to stop Connor, and taking the bottle from him. "I've got it, thank you."
Connor nods at Harry before leaving us and I watch, intrigued as he removes the white foil at the top of the bottle.
"Are you going to have a drink with me?" He asks with a smirk, as he wraps his hand around the cork.
"Sure. I don't see- ah!" I yelp when the cork loudly pops off the bottle. I blush and see Harry close his eyes and tossing his head back in laughter. I shake my head, feeling a few stares our way at my stupid reacting as I briefly cover my face with my hands.
"Are you alright, love?" Harry asks, his laugher dying down to a chuckle and something about the way he called me love made my stomach turn.
"Yeah, I'm okay." I shyly reply as he begins to pour the sparkly beverage into a glass flute.
The air appears to look chillier as I look outside the window, while Harry pays for our food. Vaguely, I notice a drizzle of rain falling underneath the view of the streetlights outside.
"Here, take my jacket." I hear Harry speak before feeling something warm and slightly heavy drape over my shoulders. I smile, seeing his light grey suit jacket covering my body. It's just a little rain that is pouring outside but I am thankful for his kind gesture because I tend to get easily sick with the rain.
"Thank you." I mutter and he nods before stepping forward and opening the door for me.
As we walk to his car, I feel the rain drops staring to sink into the roots of my hair. Harry's car beeps as he unlocks it with his keys as we approach and stop next to it.
"Oh no." I hear him groan beside me, not sure if I was suppose to hear it not.
"What? What's wrong?" I ask, turning to my right to look up at him.
"Nothing, just get in the car." He says, opening the door for me and placing his hand on my waist, urging me forward.
"Why? What's-"
"Well, well, look who I haven't seen in a while." A male voice speaks. I turn my head seeing a man with short black hair and brown eyes, dressed in all black attire.
"How are you doing man?" He asks, coming to a stop in front of us. Harry doesn't reply and the man's eyes shift down to me, scanning me from head to toe.
"Well, hello beautiful." He smiles, his voice not sounding threatening at all but there was just something about him that makes me feel anxious. Instinctively, my hands grip the opening of Harry's grey suit jacket, tighter, to cover my body. "Who might you be?"
Before I could reply, or even think if I should reply or not, I feel Harry's hand wrap around my waist to pull me back a little as he steps forward.
"You don't need to know that." Harry says, releasing his hold on me. My brows furrow, as he side steps a little so he is partially shielding me.
What is going on?
"Oh, Styles, you and your secretive ways." The man smirks, focusing back on Harry. I remain mute, feeling slightly nervous and confused. "Let me guess, another project?"
My brows furrow at the man's question, as a wave of hurt washes over me, while my eyes shift to Harry's back. I watch him tense up, the material if his shirt sticking to his skin from the light rain.
Is Harry using me?
"No. Nothing like that." Harry replies, looking calm enough but the time in his voice, clipped. "Anyways, we should get going." He adds turning around and urging me towards the car. I blink, still at a loss but move to climb into the car anyways, not liking their weird encounter.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later then." The man says as Harry grabs the door, but shuts it before I could hear his reply.
After a moment, I watch Harry make his way around the front of his car towards the driver's side. There is a knock on the window at my side, making me jump. I see it's the same man, who smiles and gives me a wave as the car turns on. I glance over at Harry, who ignores the gesture and eases away from the curb onto the street.
Silence fills the space around Harry and I, apart from the faint music in the background, on the elevator journey to Emma's apartment. I couldn't help but think of the strange man we ran into, or how tensed Harry became at seeing him, and also after; at the notice of his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he drove.
"Harry, who was that man?" I mutter, sneaking a glance up at him.
"Just someone I have known for a while." He shrugs. "We just don't get along so well."
"Oh. But what did he mean about 'another project'?" I further question him. I know this wasn't a date, but I couldn't help but feel slightly hurt at the possibility that by 'project' means something along the lines of just another conquest or something. I know it seems silly but I can't help how I feel.
"Nothing bad." Harry frowns, shaking his head. "I just have a lot of business meetings during lunch or dinner and he thought you might have been one of them."
"Oh, okay." I mutter as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors ding open. I step off the elevator first, heading down the hallway, looking down at my feet as I walk.
"Wait," Harry says, touching my arm to grab my attention as we come to a stop outside the appropriate door. "What did you think he meant?"
"Nothing." I lie, shaking my head.
Harry shifts his stance. "It's okay, tell me."
Briefly, I look away and stick my tongue out to lick my lips. "I know this wasn't a date or anything like that..." I trail, feeling embarrassed for what feels like the billionth time in front of him. "But I just thought he meant like another conquest. Like just another person to a list or something."
"I'm sorry." I add, shaking my head and opening my purse, to look for my keys. "I shouldn't even have-" Suddenly, I feel my head being lifted up before a pair of warm lips crash onto my own.
My eyes widen for a moment in shock, but as Harry pulls slightly away to gently shape his lips over mine again, my eyes flutter shut; feeling sweet butterflies in the pit of my stomach. After a beat, his lips break from mine and I slowly open my eyes, meeting his own.
"You are not a conquest. You are so much more than that." He whispers before leaning down to kiss me once more. My hands fly to rest on his shoulders as I kiss him back, while every logical molecule of my brain, that is telling me that this is wrong, quickly vanishes the longer he kisses me and his hands grip my waist.
"You know, I could have afford to pay my share of the food tonight. After all I did get paid today." I smile, playfully wiggling my brows at him once, I unlock and open the apartment door, making a mental note to check my bank statement once I'm inside.
"Yes, I know." He smirks, nodding at me and there is something about his smirk that makes me think that there is something I don't know but before I can say anything, as he steps forward and presses a soft kiss to my lips. "Goodnight, Miss Fox."
"Goodnight, Mr. Styles." I mutter with a small giggle. He winks at me before turning around and saying that he will see me tomorrow at work.
Biting on my lower lip, I shut the door and lock it behind me once I'm in the apartment. It's dark and quite, the only light coming from the kitchen appears to be from the small light above the stove.
"So that's where you were." Emma's voice suddenly speaks as I barely manage to take three steps away from the door. I jump, placing my hand over my hair.
"Gosh, Emma." I scold, looking over at her looking in the entry way of the kitchen, dressed in her light purple night gown, and holding a glass of water in her hand. "Make a noise will you?"
"If you are jumpy then that means you did something that you shouldn't be." She says to me, but not scolding, more of teasing as she walks over to me and grinning. "So tell me. Did he kiss you?"
"What? No, Emma, it's nothing like that." I lie, shaking my head and moving past her.
"Oh, come on, you can tell me." She says, gripping my elbow and stopping my from walking. "I won't judge you. He is pretty hot and having an office affair sounds even hotter."
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head at her. "How about we talk tomorrow? It's pretty late and I still have to take out my clothes for tomorrow."
"Hmm, okay then." Emma reluctantly agrees, before raising her finger at me. "But you will tell me."
"Yes." I nod and with that I detach myself from her curiosity and head towards my room.
A content and tired sight leaves my lips once my back hits the mattress, happy to finally be in bed. However, I wouldn't mind if I had Harry's company. I let out a chuckle and shake my head and my silly thoughts before turning to my side. Reaching over, I grab my phone off the nightstand and see I have a new message.
From: Mr.Styles
To: Rosalyn
Thank you for tonight.
From: Rosalyn
To: Mr. Styles
Thank you for tonight. See you tomorrow.
After sending the message, I exit out and open my bank app. Quickly, I sign in and click on my account. I loudly gasp when my account opens up, reading what I have.
"What the fuck?" I gape, staring at twenty-five thousand dollars numerically written out in black bold, lettering at the top of my phone screen. I shift and sit up in bed in total shock.
This has to be a mistake. I then go to the long list at the bottom of all transfers and deposits, seeing only two entries. The first, being my pay check and the second being a deposit transfer of twenty four thousand and five hundred dollars.
"Oh, you little sneak." I say under my breath as I read who the deposit is from. In this moment, I decide to go to the office early tomorrow, before everyone is there to speak with the awfully generous man that I have for a boss.
Author's Note:
Hello my loves! How are you? Sorry it has taken me a while to update. I have been pretty busy lately.
What did you think of this update? What did you think of Harry and Rosalyn going out to dinner? What did you think of their kiss? Some of you wanted that so I wrote it for ya:) what do you think will happen later? Who do you think was the man they ran into?
What do you wish to happen next? Do you want their physical tension to grow? Or a jealous moment? (Between who) let me know guys and give me ideas :)
I love you!!!! Xx