***THIS IS A SHORT STORY***
Harry Styles is a 32-year-old single father who only wants the best for his little girl. He hates that he couldn't be the one who could cook her dinner every night or pick her up from school, but being the head of a popul...
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Harry wasted no time by quickly pulling you out of the restaurant after a fleeting encounter with Niall and your friends telling them that the two of you were leaving for the night.
Selena and Areeba watched with sparkling eyes as Niall told Harry that he was fake for bailing early but shot you a wink as if he knew what was going on here.
You felt the permanent blush on your neck as the encounter ended and he all but ran out the door with you in tow. His driver was waiting outside of the car and opened the door for the two of you and Harry's hand on your back was quite frankly setting your body on fire.
Harry nods at the driver before allowing you to slide into the car before him. Although, once he is inside with you, he keeps his hands to himself. You can't help but to feel a slight sting as the sudden change in his behavior but you do figure that you somewhat deserve it.
He's playing with the rings on his fingers as he keeps his head down. The silence practically eats you alive but you choose to let him have the silence as your body presses against the door creating as much space between you two as possible.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him texting someone on his phone and worry washes over you that it might be a woman, but surely he wouldn't be bringing you back to his house if he had a woman in his life.
You're lost in thought as you feel the car finally come to a stop when you realize that you're already at Harry's house. You glance over at him and he's already watching you with a look that you really can't decipher. He looks frustrated.
"Come on, let's go." He breaks the silence to open the door and climb out of the car. He waits for you to follow suit before he closes the car door just a little bit too hard causing you to wince.
His hand finds your lower back again as he leads you to the front door. This hot and cold game is really throwing you for a loop but you aren't in a position to question him. The house is dark save for a few dim lamps scattered around the rooms. The sound of your shoes as you follow him into the kitchen makes your heart race even more.
He opens the fridge and pulls out two bottles of water as you watch him from the opposite side of the island. He slides a bottle across to you before he leans back against the counter.
"Thanks..." you trail off. He hums in response and twists the top off, bringing the bottle to his lips. Fuck if the sight doesn't turn you on.
Harry watches you rock your weight from foot to foot. He knows he is being cruel, but you hurt him and he wants you to feel the awkwardness. He had no clue he would be seeing you tonight so this was not in his plan. Bringing you back to his house. To where you belong.
If he wasn't so frustrated with you, he would be telling you how beautiful you look in your dress. But he's sort of having fun keeping you in suspense. He knows that you want him to talk, he can see it all over your face. So the two of you stand there in a battle of who can be silent the longest until he finally breaks.
