Harry's POV
"I'll get the original pancake breakfast." I order, then gesturing for Grace to order.
"I would like the banana pancakes with sausage links." She smiles, carefully placing her menu on the edge of the table.
"That's all for you two, right?" The waitress smiles politely, taking our menus into her hands.
She didn't seem too suspicious of who I was or who Grace was which gave me and her comfort.
"Yes, thank you so much miss." I thank the slender, short woman with a genuine smile
She walks away with our order in her hand, out of sight.
"What's your favorite place in the entire world?" I ask, wilderness and excitement in my tone.
She giggles at my enthusiasm, "I think my favorite place would have to be New York City. I'd hate to live there, but I think it's the most stunning sight."
I smile looking across the white top table to her stunning pociline skin.
"Mine would have to be." I pause to really think about it, "Right here."
"Right in this very booth?" She jokes.
"Yes, this very booth." I play along to her humor.
"Interesting." She sips some water, "Biggest fear?" She asks, raising a single eyebrow.
"That's a hard one." I pause, "I guess mine would have to be not finding someone to love that will love me back."
"Wow, that's deep, I was just gonna say zombies." She giggles, "but, I guess I'm afraid of being alone, with no one to love either." She looks at the table, drawing on her glass from the condensation.
I smirk, knowing, she was thinking of me when she said that, for I had been thinking of her when I said it too.
"Favorite flavor of ice cream?" I ask making that dimple in her cheek appear again. I loved the way she smiled, the way she seemed to become enlightened.
"I like a lot to be honest." She giggles, covering her mouth to filter any unintended sound to pop out.
I remember last night, when I had picked her up, how hard she laughed, one of those laughs you couldn't help but laugh along with, a lot like Nialls.
"And you?" She adds.
"I'm more of a chocolate person." I nod.
Scenes from last night flooded through my head, when we danced, when we were laughing at my impressions of Michael Jackson and his racy moves.
"Who is one person who made a big impact of your life?" She questions.
That one was a hard one, who really did make an impact on my life? Well of course Simon, the boys and all that but I think who was the one person who always had my back from the beginning? "My mum. She has always supported me, she believed in me, you know?" I answer. "And for you?"
She ponders for a minute, thinking of who really made an impact on her life. "To be compleatly honest, you." She pauses, laughing to herself, "It's pathetic, I know, but-" I cut her off
"It's not pathetic, it's an honor." I smile. The fact that I made an impact on her life made me become more eiger to know more about her than before.
"But, even if this is the last time I see you, or speak to you, I'll always remember the time I got to spend with you and how much you ment- or mean to me." She finishes.
"I'm glad I'll always hold a place in your mind." I smile, "Oh, and Grace-" She nods
"This won't be the last time I see you." I assure her,placing my hand over hers. It felt so small and priceless, compared to mine, quite larger than hers.
"I'm glad." She smirks.
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We finish breakfast; which was pretty good, if you were wondering.
"Thanks for breakfast, Harry." She smiles with gratitude as I open the door for her to go out into the sun exposed air.
"My pleasure." I place my hand on the small of her back, leading her outside.
She cringes, arching her back, giggling like a fool.
"You're ticklish?" I laugh.
"Yes very!" She giggles, crinkling her little nose.
"How?" I laugh walking closer and closer, with a smirk of trouble plastered onto my face.
"Don't you dare Harry!" She warns, walking backwards with precautions.
"Dare do what, love?" I laugh, growing closer and closer, a few people pass by, starring at us.
"Harry!" She squeals, as I get just inches from her face. "Quit being adorable and innocent!"
I lightly tickle the sides of her torso, as she squealed for me to let her go.
"H-Ha-Harry!!" She says squeezing her eyes shut.
"But you're just so cute when you're being tickled!" I laugh, finally stopping. "You really think I'm adorable?" I ask, intertwining our fingers, palm to palm, leading her over to my car.
"Don't flatter yourself, Styles." She wags her finger, touching my nose with it.
"Here I thought we were on a first name basis." I joke. "What do you want to do today, Ms. Howard?"
"Whatever you desire, Mr. Styles." She rests her head on my arm.
"I have a magnificent idea!" I announce as a ever so fabulous idea pops into my mind. Something we both might enjoy.
