Hidden Talents
-Harry-
I had a plan on where to take her. Paparazzi wouldn't bother us, it was romantic, and she would love it. The place was called Biba's, a small Italian restaurant all women love. "Table for two, please." I told the attendant and she almost fainted looking at me.
"You're...you're Harry Styles?" Great. A fan. Just what I needed. "Yeah. Table for two, please." I said again, more irritated this time. Ashley looked extremely bored, which was not a good sign this early on into the date.
The attendant finally led us to our table and said, "Have a great night, Mr. Styles." She smiled at me and gave Ashley a look of utter disgust. I almost made a fuss about it when Ashley jarred me from my thoughts by taking my hand in both of hers.
"Harry? What would you like to drink?" Apparently the waitress had been waiting and couldn't get my attenion. Odd.
"Uhm, I'll just have some water. Thanks." I muttered, looking at Ashley the entire time.
"I'll be right back with it," said the waitress.
"Are you okay, Harry? You look a little...I don't know...out of it? I guess you could say?" Ashley asked with concern. I still couldn't get over how beatiful she was...and those diamond-blue eyes...
"Sorry, love. I...uhm...well, basically, I kind of get...lost in your eyes. They're beautiful." She blushed, making her all the more gorgeous.
"Awh. You're sweet Harry." She smiled, taking my hand again. Good. She thinks I'm sweet. That's a good start.
"Well, uhm, we better decide what we're going to eat." I smiled yet again and winked, trying to charm her even more.
"You're right." She smiled and released my hand. While she looked down at the menu, I just stared at her. She was...perfect.
"I think I'm going to have the meatball and cheese ravioli. What about you?" she politely asked with that cute voice of hers.
"Uhm, I think I"m going to have that too." I hadn't looked at the menu all night, so I just acted like I knew what I was doing. The waitress came back and took our order, which left about ten minutes for Ashley and I to talk. And more importantly, ten minutes for me to stare at her beauty.
"So. Harry. What was it like changing from the UK to the US? Was it really hard adjusting how to drive?"
"Uhm, yeah, I guess." I scratched the back of my head. "But, Ashley, uhm, would you mind if...well, I want to know more about you, if that's alright." I flashed her a cheeky smile.
"Oh, of course! Uhm, well, what would you like to know?"
"Well, just tell me about yourself. What you like to do in your free time, your favorite songs, that type of thing."
