where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

Chapter 14

Maela's Point of view

"So Mr. Styles, where are we headed?" I ask, leaning back into the plush leather chair of his outstanding Mercedes-Benz. I find it hard to relax in a car worth more than my own breath, but I force myself to adjust, because with every uncomfortable shift I earn a glance from the man himself.

I could already imagine the snarky comment that would fall out of his mouth, regarding the way I'm constantly moving. Something along the lines of, 'Do you need to pee, or am I just that fucking attractive that you're squirming?'. My cheeks are inevitably pink at the thought of him in bed, even if the last time we had sex was like a meeting with the devil, discussing his next devious agreement that involved more than just sex.. but feelings too. I mean I assume feelings are not prohibited if he's taking it upon himself to bring me to dates.. send me flowers.. and make love to me on a weekly basis.

For a moment I am lost in my own daze as I think about Harry and the baggage that comes with him- that I'm honestly still making up my own mind about. I mean.. I said yes.. but..

I glance over at Harry and my thoughts come to a halt as I see his gorgeous eyes piercing into my face, his jaw clenched and a haze of annoyance glazing over his eyes.

"What're you doing?" He asks me and I raise an eyebrow.

"What are you, doing?" I ask back, emphasizing 'you'. He frowns, I frown back.

"Sassy," he glares.

"Thank you," I smile teasingly, causing him to roll his eyes.

"No but really, what are you thinking so intensely about?" He says in a deep voice, and I sigh, my inner conscience sitting on a cloud at the thought of sex with Mr. Styles. Again my cheeks are a shade of pink and I sigh.

"Nothing Harry I was just.. wondering where we were going," I lie smoothly, and I can see the faint smirk on his features.

"If you were paying attention Ms. Sharp, I was asking you where you would like to go, perhaps.. Italian? Altura in my preference," he clicks his tongue as he finishes, his face completely cool with the comfort of naming a nearly five star restaurant. My face is pale with his efforts, and I am shocked to hear his suggestion.

"You do realize that that's like a five star restaurant, right?" I press, and he frowns.

"Four point six," he punctuates, my face growing slack.

"Four point six," I exhale, rubbing my face in distress. "No, I'm not really feeling Altura," I finish and he frowns.

"Okay, how about Assaggio.." he murmurs unsure, and I crinkle my nose, already knowing that it contained a five-course meal, which quite frankly I wasn't in the mood for. I wasn't in any mood at any time to dine at a restaurant with captivating people that I'm sure is stuck up and sipping on wine glasses. I want to not focus on that kind of first date. So I fish myself out slowly.

"I'm not feeling so much Italian.. or quite frankly, anything to do with fine dining, please."

He blinks at me, and I give him a soft unsure smile. He groans and pulls over to the side of the road, my expression faltering at the position we are now in.

"Well, where do you want to eat then?" He asks and I sigh at his icy change of tone.

"Chinese?" I suggest and almost immediately he frowns, a look of disgust wiped over his face. I nearly gawk at his expression. "You don't like chinese?" I gasp and he grunts, starting the car up again.

"You really want to eat Chinese on our first date?" He murmurs and still I manage to shiver about the idea of our.. first date. I quickly wash that feeling away and clear my mind, going back to Chinese.