Love on Tour

Raleigh, NC

Be ready by eight. Taking you on a date.
H xx

The note is sitting on your bed as you come out from a shower. Harry is smooth; you'll give him that. A date with your boyfriend. It's been dinners in hotel after hotel, so this will be your first date outside of a room, and you're looking forward to it.

Harry had been off golfing with a few men that Luis told you were NHL players. It meant very little to you as in your small community growing up, hockey was not a known sport. If anything, it was only futbol. You learned all the other sports in school and the Olympics when you were old enough to understand what it was.

His note was vague and not at all helpful to how you should dress up. You assumed it would be a restaurant, and seeing as you came to North Carolina once in your life for a wedding oh so many years ago was in Highlands, not in the city you were currently in.

Y/N
i've tried to look for an outfit and nothing. HELP xx

Harry
I'd say no clothes, but not keen on sharing. Xxx

Y/N
you're useless. i'm not going xx

Harry
Do I need to go over and dress you? xxx

Y/N
no, need a general idea of where we are going xxx

Harry
Go with a dress. Nothing too fancy, but dying to see those legs in some heels xxx

Y/N
as you wish xx

A dress you can do a dress. You shuffle through the few options of clothing you have hanging in the closet. You pull out a dark green satin puff sleeve dress with a plunging front and a bow tied on the center right under your cleavage. You paired it with your black M. Gemi lustro heels, best for walking and lasting all night with no pain.

You got ready quickly, and you felt beautiful. Maybe it was the dress, or perhaps it was because of who you were spending the evening with. Either way, you knew you looked good. There was no need for makeup as you didn't want to deal with wiping it off at night. You left your hair natural as it air-dyed nicely after your shower earlier. You added a claw clip to your bag and your wallet.

As you were about to sit on the couch to wait for Harry, there was a knock on the door. There was standing, looking as handsome as ever. He was wearing what you assume to be Gucci high-rise cotton trousers, a plain back shirt, and, to keep the cold away, his famous green Bode wool-twill jacket that you now wanted to claim as your own.

"Don't you look dashing, H."

"You look breathtaking. I don't want to leave having you dressed this beautiful for all to see."

"Well, too bad, I was promised on the date. Got to show off the girl on your arm, don't you think?" You tease, stepping close to press a kiss on his cheek.

"Don't tease, darling."

You pout, "just friends, sorry."

He backs you up against the wall letting the door shut behind him, his hands on your waist to keep you in place, "not friends, not in here. Not when I know you're dying for my touch."

"Amor, por favor."

Harry smirks, leaning in close, nipping a kiss at your jaw, holding your breath as you feel his mouth next to your ear, "know how I know I make you lose your mind because you start speaking Spanish. Don't let you think straight." You huff out a breath, knowing he's right. You push him back and connect your lips in a rough kiss, letting him know everything you want to do to him.