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My brows furrow as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
I'm dressed a little more casual than normal. I'm wearing a black shirt, the top few buttons undone, a pair of cream slacks and a pair of black leather boots. I haven't shaved for a couple of days so my I have stubble and it's a little dark. I'm not trying to grow a beard or anything, I'm just waiting until the damn premiere to shave. If I had a shave now, I can guarantee that my stubble would be back by this evening.
I'm nervous. I'm never nervous, especially for a girl. I run my hands through my hair and push the locks from my shoulder while I readjust my shirt before running my hand through my hair once again and creating a side part. I can't stop fidgeting as I pull out a cigarette.
There's nothing to be nervous about, Harry. I'm only having lunch with her. And taking her to a premiere this evening, Its not like this is a date. She's married, for fuck sake. But I want her...
I don't think I should be seeing her. It's pretty clear that we won't be doing anything. I've thought of cancelling lunch and taking her with me tonight. It wouldn't be too hard to find someone else to go with. I could even go alone. I'd probably feel too guilty to function if something happened between us anyway.
I wouldn't. I want her and if I got her, I wouldn't feel the slightest bit guilty. I've spent the entire morning thinking of her and I never think of anyone but myself. Although my family are an exception. I think about them sometimes, but not all the time. I haven't seen my siblings in a while although my sister is coming to stay with me for a month soon.
As I step outside, I manage to get into a taxi before the man drives off and give him the address of Lloyd's, asking him to get there as fast as he can. Lloyd's isn't too far from my apartment and I can't help but think it would've been smarter to meet at my apartment. I haven't heard from her since she called me at 3am. I guess she's nervous about this too.
The moment I step out of the taxi, I'm looking around to try and spot any paparazzi. It wouldn't have surprised me if they followed me to and from my apartment, they're desperate to see me with another woman so they can make more stories about me being a womaniser.
I let out a small sigh as I walk into the restaurant and make my way over to greet the host.
"Hi. I'm meeting someone, I'm not sure if she's here yet. Elowyn Abbott."
"She's here." The man nods, "Follow me."
I walk behind him and my eyes travel around the building. It's a small Italian restaurant with dim lights and candles on each table. I'm surprised she chose such a romantic and intimate place for us.
When she finally comes into sight, she's looking down at a menu, a glass of red wine in front of her. She doesn't notice me until we're at the table. I thank the waiter and watch him leave as Elowyn stands to greet me. She looks so pretty wearing casual clothes. Although I'm sure she's pretty no matter what she's wearing. She has a pair of jeans on and a white t-shirt, a black sweater thrown over the back of her chair and a pair of black vans on her feet.
