Not only is Harry good in bed, but he is a huge romantic. It was the day after Valentine's Day. Harry felt like shit because he wasn't able to see Nat that day. He was busy with rehearsal. Harry had to make it up to her. He knew Nat wasn't gonna be home until 6pm and it was barely 1pm so he had plenty of time. He stressed and stressed for about an hour when he finally decided what he was gonna do. He lay down his outfit, made reservations at Nat's favorite restuarant, and went out to buy roses, Nathalie's favorite.
It was now 430pm, Harry was ironing his clothes when he heard a car pull up. He panicked running to the window. Nat was home early.
''Shit!" Harry yelled running down stairs. He heard the door open. "Hi babe." He hugged her smiling.
''Woah, Hi." She laughed. "What are you up to?"
''What makes you think that? Can't a boyfriend hug the love of his life when she gets home?" He sat with her on the couch.
"Mmhmm." She looked at him with a smirk. "What is it? I know you to well, Styles. You better tell me!"
He smiled at the floor. "Okay. Okay. Since I wasn't able to take you out for Valentine's yesterday, I thought I would make it up to you, by", he paused, "dinner at your favorite restuarant.''
"I knew it. I knew you wanted something. Okay I accept. Give me 30 minutes." She got up and walked to the room.
He looked at her in fascination thinking, "How did I get so lucky?"
While Nat was in the shower he grabbed his clothes and got dressed, then headed back downstairs.
It has been 40 minutes and Nat is still not done. Harry yelled for her from downstairs, "Nat, I'm sure you look beautiful! Please, come down now."
"Coming!" She said walking down the stairs in her loose black dress with a skinny pink belt and black heels. Her hair was curled.
"You look beautiful." He smiled grabbing her hand.
"Thank you babe. I tried." She looked at him while walking out the door.
Harry stopped her. "You never have to try for me. You're perfect."
She smiled at him as he opened the car door for her. He got in the ca, held her hand, and headed out.
20 minutes later they arrived at the restaurant. The paparazzi was crazy. Flashing lights were blinding Nathalie as Harry opened her door. He gripped her hand. She grabbed his arm.
Walking up to the entrance from the parking lot, Harry made sure nobody touched Nat. Paparazzi was everywhere. They couldn't even see the entrance to the restaurant.
Harry felt Nat loosing grip. She was now gone. They both yelled for eachother. Harry was pissed yelling at the paparazzi.
"Where the fuck is my girlfriend?" He pushed through them. "Nat! Nat!" He turned.
"Harry!" She screamed from the car door. He ran to her. He got in the car.
"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" He caressed her face.
"Yeah, I just wanna go home." She teared up.
He shook his head yes. He began to drive as the paparazzi moved out of his way. He flipped them all off. Nat covered her face.
They were soon out of that maham and on their way home. Harry was angry. Nat was scared.
He grabbed her hand. "I'm so sorry. They have never gotten that crazy before. I really am sorry babe."
She looked at him and smiled. "it's not your fault. Thank you for saving me. Rain check?"
"I something else in mind. Something a bit more calm." His voice cracked.
They continued their drive home.
"I love you." Nat said.
"I love you more."
