Who'd You Rather? (H.S.) [ONGOING]

Part Forty-One

The car ride to their date took nearly forty minutes, which really had Tegan questioning what it possibly could be. She guessed a few things on the way, but was wrong every time. Their first date was so incredibly prolific that she was sure she would never pinpoint the conversation Harry took the idea of their impending date from.

When they pulled up into a long winding driveway with rows and rows of grapevines on each side, Tegan smiled questioningly at him.

"Are we at a vineyard?" She asked, smiling at him.

He nodded before replying, "winery."

Her smile grew even wider. She should have known their date would have something to do with wine. They were literally on an island that celebrated the stuff annually.

"Are we going to do a wine tasting?" She asked excitedly, Harry's soft smile suddenly grew tenfold and she knew she had her answer.

"We're going to do a wine tasting?" She asked again.

"Uh-huh," he hummed as he nodded his head.

"That's amazing, Harry," she said, reliving in her mind the conversations the two of them had about wine during their first night together.

Harry seemed so suave with all his wine knowledge and sommelier tips and tricks, only to come to find he learned it all from Google. She snickered to herself before looking over at him.

"I think we could both benefit from a course in wine culture, now that I know you get all your wine stats from Google," Tegan teased.

"Not all my wine stats," Harry chuckled.

The two of them were dropped off at the entrance to the winery and were met by a lady named Lupita, who would be like a wine concierge for them while they were there. She began to explain the history of the winery to them — it used to be a horse ranch before they converted it to the winery more than a handful of years back.

By the time their small tour of the facility was done, Lupita ushered them into a room that had about eight tables that were prepared for the wine tasting and there were a couple of people at each of the tables.

There were many eyes on the two of them as they settled at their table, but no one made a scene or anything in spite of superstar Harry Styles being in their midst. Besides, the guests at the wine tasting didn't really seem to be in the age-range of Harry's collective fanbase.

"They're looking at you, not me," Harry whispered to her.

"Yeah, right," she chuckled, knocking her shoulder into his.

"They're all wondering who the knock-out on my arm is," he said, smiling suggestively at her.

"Shut up," she hissed, her smile a mile wide.

"You're absolutely gorgeous," he said in a husky voice, his lips so close to her ear. She felt a tingle in her brain from his words and she closed her eyes, relishing in the feelings he gave her.

"You're the most alluring woman I've ever met," he continued on.

"If you keep at it, I'm going to have to shove you into the nearest closet and have my way with you," she breathed lowly, a devilish smile on her lips.

"Oh, Tegan. Do not tease me," Harry chuckled deeply, leaning in to kiss her lips.

She smiled at him and found herself wishing they were still back in the hotel room. Her entire body felt like it was being ignited from the inside out with desire.

"Just wait," she breathed, sending him a sly smirk.

"Tegan," Harry hissed as his hand slid over her bare thigh, into the crook of her legs.