Christmas Love (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter Ten

Harry turns around when he hears me walk through the front doors. He smiles, "Hi Lily." I smile back while trying to keep myself calm, "Hi Harry. What are you doing here? Not that I don't want you here. I'm just surprised. You look good." I shut my mouth, I think to myself, "Smooth Lily." Harry quietly laughs, "Yesterday I told you it was not the last time you would see me." I walk a few feet closer to him. Harry opens this arms for a hug. I place my arms on the inside of his furry jacket. I rest my head on his chest. I say, "Now I know I can count on you." Harry places his chin on my head, he asks, "Are you warm now?" I nod in his chest, "Just give me a minute. I walked here." Harry replies, "Awh babe. Are you crazy? It's freezing outside." I pull away when I realize we're in front of all my co-workers. I maneuver my head around Harry. Everybody is staring at us. I give them a little glare, and they all pretend to go back to work. I look back at Harry, "It's okay, I get used to it. My condo is only a block away. I didn't find a need to invest in a car." Harry smiles, I can tell in his facial expression that he found the perfect time to say what he came here for. He says, "Well I rented a car for my time in New York uhmm..  maybe you could come on a date with me?" I stare at Harry, taking in each beautiful feature at a time. I get so flustered, I don't answer the question right away. Harry starts to doubt himself. He anxiously looks at the ground, "Uhh Lily?" I refocus myself, "A date? Yes, yes of course." Harry looks back up with a smile, "What would you like to do?" I answer, "Even though I live here, surprisingly I've done nothing. So anything will be new for the both of us." Harry gives a little smirk, "I have a few ideas. Would you be able to go now?" I look around the room for Faith, "Well Faith called me in to work." Harry shakes his head laughing. I ask, "What?" Harry replies, "I had Faith call you for me. Since I forgot to ask for your number yesterday. Nadia isn't actually sick." I hold out my hand, "Then give me your phone." I type in my number, "Okay, let's go."