I saved harry styles

It's Not a Date

"Do you even know where we're going or have you not figured it out yet?" I ask, getting a little impatient.

We've been driving in Harry's Range Rover for about ten minutes and he still won't tell me where we're going.

"You really don't do well with surprises, huh?" He looks over at me briefly like he's trying to gauge my inner thoughts and feelings before turning back to look at the road.

"Not when I know that I don't know something," I tell him, still complaining and looking out the passenger window like the dramatic human I am.

"You just need a distraction. Tell me what you normally do on Saturdays."

I dramatically sigh, then give in to his distraction.

"Usually a morning yoga class, I catch up on some work, clean my apartment, and then I'll usually have dinner and go out with friends," I say with a small shrug at the end.

"Do you ever have a lazy day?"

I look at him briefly, before redirecting my gaze forward again, "That is my lazy day."

"Nothing about that is lazy," he says with a laugh, looking at me briefly with that amused smirk he tends to have, before returning his attention to the road.

"Well, what's your typical Saturday, Mr. rockstar?" I fire back, feeling a little defensive.

He laughs a little before answering. "It depends."

"On?"

"Where I am, what's going on, who I'm with. My Saturdays in L.A. are different than my Saturdays in London and when I'm on the road."

"Okay, I get it, your life's cooler than mine," I joke giving him a smile, trying to stop being so dramatic and self-absorbed.

He doesn't answer, instead pulling into the parking lot of a cute little cafe, with a dimpled smile painted on his face. The cafe's off the beaten path a bit and doesn't seem to be very busy, something I'm assuming is on purpose, considering who he is.

"How'd you find this place?" I ask.

"This is my favorite lunch spot. Not many people seem to know about it yet, which only makes it better," he tells me as we meet in front of his car and start walking towards the entrance.

As we approach the entrance he reaches for the door handle, opening it for me to enter.
I follow him to a corner table, Harry choosing the seat facing the wall behind me, something else I assume he does to avoid being noticed.

We stay in comfortable silence as we start looking over the menus, something that doesn't usually happen with someone I've just met.

"Are you enough of a regular here yet to have a usual order?" I ask, breaking the silence before I can overthink it.

"Do you trust me?" He answers after a moment, with a mischievous smile, putting the menu down and directing his full attention at me.

"What?" I say, feeling confused that he keeps asking me that.

"Do you trust me?"

"What does that have to do with your order?" I say trying to brush it off with a little laugh.

"Just answer the question," he urges.

I don't trust his smile, but I say, "Sure, why not?"

"I'll take it, for now. Let me make all of your decisions today."

"What?" I drop my menu on the table, completely confused. My eyes are met with a suspicious looking Harry Styles.

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to, but I think it'll be a nice change of pace for you," he clarifies. His facial expression gets less suspicious, but I don't.